The Seductive Beauty Breaks the Insecure Bottom Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 16

Even though he knew they were currently inside a shopping mall’s supermarket and that Song Mingjiao shouldn’t face any major issues, He Wang’s heart inevitably tightened. He immediately set down the various ingredients he was holding and asked the cameraman to keep an eye on them.

“Mingjiao? Song Mingjiao?!”

The cameraman had never encountered such an unexpected situation before. In past programs, a “sudden disappearance” was usually scripted, so he quickly flipped through the previous recordings.

“I can’t find him. The camera didn’t catch Mr. Song’s figure just now; it was only a few seconds.”

Is it a script? Is there a new segment?

This group has the most drama. I hope some company isn’t trying to push a ‘Royal’ (privileged) member to debut by using everyone else as stepping stones.

That’s hilarious. Song is a boss himself; does he really need to be a ‘Royal’?

He Wang had no time to worry about the various speculations in the bullet comments. He began searching anxiously through the venue. At this moment, he felt a twinge of regret: Song Mingjiao had just said he was sleepy. People are most prone to accidents when they are exhausted; he shouldn’t have left Song Mingjiao alone.

After searching several times without seeing a trace of Song Mingjiao, He Wang’s speed was so fast that the cameraman was left far behind. Now, the cameraman could only stare blankly back at the audience in the bullet comments.

Just as He Wang was preparing to find the mall manager to check the surveillance footage, he passed an inconspicuous emergency exit. Suddenly, the door swung open, and a pair of hands pulled him inside with lightning speed.

“Shh, it’s me.”

Song Mingjiao placed one hand over the man’s mouth and raised a finger from his other hand to his own lips in a shushing gesture.

Song Mingjiao’s palm was very soft. These were hands that had never touched “spring water” (manual labor); the skin there was delicate and smooth. Pressed against He Wang’s face, he could clearly feel the warm breath emanating from the palm.

In fact, from the moment he was pulled, He Wang had realized who it was. This touch could belong to no one else but Song Mingjiao.

Song Mingjiao leaned against He Wang’s shoulder, peeking through the space above the man’s shoulder to look out the glass window of the security door. He scanned the area stealthily and found that no one had noticed the commotion.

Only after ensuring they wouldn’t be disturbed did Song Mingjiao turn his gaze back to He Wang. Looking at the man’s dark, silent expression, he asked with some confusion:

“Huh? Aren’t you shocked?”

He had even gone through the trouble of learning this move from Mo Qinan suddenly snatching someone inside. How could this man have no reaction at all? How boring.

Song Mingjiao heard the man take a deep breath before asking him, “Didn’t you say you were sleepy?”

Song Mingjiao let out a light laugh. His hand had already moved away from He Wang’s mouth; instead, he curled his knuckles and let them slide down along the man’s neck.

“I was sleepy just now. But like this… I’m not sleepy anymore.”

The stairwell of the emergency exit was very narrow. Nowadays, no one really came to such a place. The entire space was exceptionally quiet; even Song Mingjiao’s soft whispers carried a faint echo. The two of them were pinned so close together that the atmosphere between them clearly began to grow ambiguous.

He Wang’s body grew increasingly stiff, but just as Song Mingjiao’s hand was about to slide toward his waist and abdomen, he caught Song Mingjiao’s hand. He used a very light strength, not applying any force.

Song Mingjiao’s gaze fell upon his own wrist. He didn’t resist. He Wang had one good trait: he knew how to be gentle and measured, which was much more pleasing to the eye than a certain someone who didn’t know their own strength.

He heard He Wang sigh and ask, “Why did you come here? Did you get lost?”

Song Mingjiao looked even more confused than He Wang, as if he had never considered why he would be asked such a question. He tried to pull his hand back, and when he couldn’t, he gave up and said, “Because it’s fun.”

Just as Song Mingjiao said, he truly had no interest in grocery shopping or cooking. At the time, he just wanted to get up and wander around. Getting lost was out of the question; his memory had always been excellent. Without needing much effort to think, a map naturally formed in his mind.

He had simply been struck by a sudden whim to play. This wasn’t unfamiliar; since arriving in this world, Song Mingjiao’s attitude had always been one of just playing around.

The breath He Wang was holding got stuck in his throat. Although Song Mingjiao had been missing for less than ten minutes, that deep-seated anxiety and worry that had seeped into his soul seemed to linger like a shadow.

“I will worry,” He Wang said, closing his eyes briefly. His voice was heavy. In this situation, he didn’t even have time to process the sensation of Song Mingjiao leaning against him.

Yet, Song Mingjiao tilted his head, his eyes showing no sign of mockery, as if he truly didn’t understand. He asked, “Why?”

He Wang’s heart felt as if it had been doused with cold water in an instant. In the words of his manager, these past few days between them were no different from an online romance. He reported his itinerary every morning and evening, and he would post all sorts of photos on his social feed that were visible only to Song Mingjiao.

And what about Song Mingjiao? He clearly acted as if they were in an online relationship, too. He would “like” He Wang’s posts and leave serious comments: “The peach crisps at this shop are delicious.” “Wow, is this a mountain top? So beautiful, I love it.” “Is this award very prestigious?”

He would tell him he wanted to go on a variety show together and say that he only knew him in the entertainment industry, making He Wang feel an infinite desire to protect him.

He would send He Wang all kinds of private photos, photos of himself just waking up with misty eyes, photos of himself trying on new clothes where his slender waist was clearly outlined, and photos of himself acting spoiled, saying he accidentally bumped his knee, showing skin that was a faint, dusty pink.

He Wang had treasured and saved every single image in a private, locked album, letting no one else see them.

But now, Song Mingjiao actually asked him “Why worry”!

He Wang couldn’t catch his breath. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Song Mingjiao lean toward him once more, whispering into his ear:

“But Teacher He, I thought you were the one who wanted to be alone with me.”

“Did you know? When I was talking to the bullet comments or hanging out with Gu Liang and the others, your gaze was hot enough to burn through the clothes on my back.”

When Song Mingjiao said this, he was pressed against He Wang’s ear. His voice was light and thin a seductive, breathy whisper.

He watched with satisfaction as He Wang’s expression shifted from one of interrogation to one of guilt, before the man hurriedly tried to mask it.

He Wang’s hand tried to grab Song Mingjiao again, but this time, Song Mingjiao was as nimble as a fish. His wrist neatly dodged He Wang’s movement, and he even gave the man a glare:

“No touching me!”

He would never admit that those photos were taken on purpose.

He was just asking for help choosing clothes or medicine; he hadn’t done anything else. If someone over-imagined things, they shouldn’t blame it on him.

Song Mingjiao’s sleepiness had completely vanished. After staying in the abandoned stairwell for a while, it was inevitable to pick up some very faint dust. Thus, he even patted He Wang’s shoulder, rubbing the dust off onto the man’s clothes.

Song Mingjiao checked his own attire it was still crisp, clean, and untainted. He pressed his palms together in satisfaction: “Mm, not bad!”

Then, Song Mingjiao took two steps back, putting his hands behind his back to say goodbye: “Teacher He, if we don’t go out soon, the production crew will really get anxious. I’m leaving now.”

The man made no response. Song Mingjiao was the type who didn’t care about others once he had finished having his fun. At this moment, he didn’t intend to wait for He Wang’s consent and reached out to push the door open.

But in the next second, Song Mingjiao was yanked back again. He cast a regretful glance at the scene outside the emergency exit, a nearly imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

If you make too many fake motions with the bait, even the most good-tempered fish will eventually snap at the fishing rod with ferocity.

Song Mingjiao was pressed against the wall again. He discovered that these people all seemed to love this move.

Fortunately, this man remembered to cushion his hand behind Song Mingjiao’s back. Otherwise, if the clothes Song Mingjiao had specifically chosen for the show got dirty, he would truly be angry.

“Mingjiao, you did this on purpose.”

This time, it was He Wang who lowered his head, speaking through gritted teeth into Song Mingjiao’s ear.

That stretch of Song Mingjiao’s fair neck was right before He Wang’s eyes, dazzlingly white. He had to use every ounce of his strength to suppress the urge to bite down.

“Guess?”

Song Mingjiao looked up and beamed. He looked at the man in front of him; just a moment ago, it was his own hand causing trouble through the man’s clothes, but now, he deliberately tilted his head to dodge, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far from He Wang.

Just as this ambiguous atmosphere was swirling in the stairwell, the cameraman, having waited a while without seeing a sign of either of them, finally carried his camera over.

“Mr. Song? Mr. He? Did you find him?”

The atmosphere between the two instantly froze. Song Mingjiao extended a finger, pressing it against He Wang’s waist to keep him a finger’s length away. He deliberately lowered his voice and said, “Teacher He, someone is looking for us. Aren’t you going to let me go?”

He Wang also realized that the time he and Song Mingjiao had spent alone was a bit too long. Based on his understanding of the entertainment industry crowd, he didn’t know how they would spin these missing twenty minutes tonight. Yet, in the depths of his heart, he actually didn’t want to suppress those rumors right now.

He should have known Song Mingjiao was no little white rabbit; he was a little fox!

“Mingjiao… these past few days, have you felt anything for me?”

He Wang’s palms were sweating. In his imagination, this question should have been asked in a restaurant with flowers and candles. But just today, on the first day of the variety show, he felt a massive sense of crisis. He couldn’t control himself.

But Song Mingjiao avoided the question. He thought seriously for two seconds, looked at their current posture, and said, “A feeling? Do you mean, Teacher He, the feeling of us being like we’re having an affair?”

“Teacher He refuses to let me go. Are you enjoying this? Is it very thrilling to forcibly hold an innocent guest while the crew and the audience are unaware?”

“No!”

Song Mingjiao righteously turned the tables on him. The man’s pupils constricted as he blurted out a denial. Taking advantage of He Wang’s momentary lapse, Song Mingjiao’s body, as fluid as water, slipped out of the “wall-slam” (kabedon) posture and seamlessly opened the door.

Before stepping from the dark, narrow stairwell into the bright, well-lit mall supermarket, Song Mingjiao looked back and smiled. His smile was very sweet, but the words he spoke were not:

“I’m sorry, Teacher He. I’ve never been in love, so I don’t know what a ‘feeling’ is. That’s why I came to a dating show to learn.”

Afterward, Song Mingjiao and He Wang returned one after the other. In reality, they had only spent about twenty minutes, which wasn’t much of a delay and was entirely within the flexible time for grocery shopping; the production crew didn’t take it to heart.

Only the bullet comments were obsessed with it.

What were they doing? What can’t be done in front of the lens!

Report! Upon inspection, it was found that Song’s hair is messy, and his collar looks like it was tugged. Known: our young master/CEO cares deeply about his exquisite image. Conclusion: something that can’t be broadcast definitely happened!

Song Mingjiao didn’t want to manage the public opinion in the livestream; otherwise, it would lose its fun.

Later, when the two returned to the recording site, they were actually faster than the other two groups despite the delay.

He Wang remained silent since their return, and Song Mingjiao didn’t pay him any mind. Anyway, his responsibility was just to finish cooking and follow the program’s flow. The man’s culinary skills were indeed reliable; they successfully secured the priority for choosing a room, and He Wang let Song Mingjiao pick first.

Song Mingjiao wasn’t polite at all and chose the room with the best configuration. Although he lived a pampered life, he wasn’t one to suffer from insomnia in a new bed, and he beautifully began his dream time.

After Song Mingjiao fell asleep, the “melon-eating” crowd (onlookers) stayed up all night using “microscopes” to watch the livestream replays and the guests’ biographies. Finally, they managed to dig up a piece of breaking news!

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