The Seductive Beauty Sinks Into the Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

It was nearly seven in the morning at the Qu family estate. The servants were already up and busy, each assigned to their specific tasks. There was a disciplined efficiency to their movements, devoid of any unnecessary chatter.

A young butler, dressed in a black suit with a crisp white collar, came to a halt at the base of the stairs. He raised a long finger encased in a white glove and lightly swiped the underside of the handrail, leaving no hidden crevice unchecked.

Noticing a faint smudge of grey on the pristine white fabric, he said indifferently, “Wipe it again.”

Standing behind him, a middle-aged maid wiped the sweat from her brow, her face twitching slightly as she spoke. “This is already the fifth time.”

The surrounding servants instinctively held their breath, feeling a collective sense of pity for her.

The young butler’s face, as pale and smooth as white jade, remained cold and composed. He looked at her steadily and said, “It does not matter how many times it takes; if it is not clean, wipe it again.”

Used to this routine, the other servants focused intently on their own work.

The maid, who had only been there for half a month, had been tormented by this fastidious and germaphobic young butler countless times. She stiffened her neck, remaining silent but defiant. The atmosphere reached a stalemate, and Chi Wenqiu showed no sign of backing down. Just as her face turned red from suppressed frustration and she was about to snap, the old head butler arrived just in time.

“The Head of the House requests your presence,” the old butler said.

Only then did Chi Wenqiu turn to head toward the study.

From a distance, the maid’s hateful cursing could still be heard: “He is definitely selling his soul and his body. To become a butler at such a young age, there is no way he is clean!”

The old butler shot her a warning look through his glasses. “Careful someone does not hear you gossiping. Besides, his arrogance will not last much longer.”

“You mean the Master is tired of him?”

“Just wait. Someone will be coming to punish him.”

The Qu family mansion was staggering in size. It took a full three minutes to walk from the main hall to the Master’s study. Chi Wenqiu moved at a steady, unhurried pace, arriving at the door exactly on time.

As he pushed the door open, the sound of melodious classical music poured out. Lifting his gaze from the spotless wooden floor, he saw a man sitting by the window. The man wore a shirt and a vest, his long legs crossed casually, the grey suit trousers accentuating his lean build.

A few stray hairs brushed against his black-rimmed glasses, sweeping over eyes that were refined yet carried the subtle marks of time. Though over thirty-six, Qu Sinian looked as young as a man in his early thirties. He had long avoided fleeting dalliances, spending most of his time on company business and rarely socializing, preferring to spend his leisure time fishing or tending to flowers.

He appeared relaxed and focused, but in reality, he was silently testing Chi Wenqiu. The slight upward curl of his lips betrayed a mischievous intent, as he waited for the young man he had set his sights on to finally surrender.

Chi Wenqiu tightened his expression. Just as he was about to approach, the man slowly raised a hand to signal him to stop.

With a gaze that was both bold and intensely predatory, Qu Sinian scrutinized the young butler from head to toe. He stared at him for a full three minutes. His gaze was as sharp as a blade; most people could not last half a minute under such pressure, but Chi Wenqiu had been accustomed to this for three years and showed no fear.

Following their usual routine, Chi Wenqiu stood in the middle of the room and began to remove his clothes.

“Start with the gloves.”

Previously, they always started with the coat, saving the gloves for last.

The older man chuckled softly. The rhythmic movement of his polished leather boot indicated he was in a good mood, though the mirth in his eyes was faint. “They are dirty, are they not? Then throw them away.”

Like a machine that only knew how to follow orders, Chi Wenqiu resignedly began to remove the white gloves. He first peeled back a corner from the inside of his wrist, then pulled the fabric away from his index and middle fingers. His movements were elegant and solemn, as if he were performing a sacred and serious ritual.

His hands, like the rest of him, were as beautiful as exquisite pieces of art. They were seemingly fragile and magnificent, yet they possessed an inherent, cold detachment that commanded respect.

Even a wealthy man capable of buying such art would be loath to destroy it completely.

But Qu Sinian was not.

“Look at me, Chi Wenqiu.” The superior’s command left no room for argument.

Chi Wenqiu’s long eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly looked up. His tensed black pupils met the gaze of the man sitting against the light. Half of Qu Sinian’s face was submerged in shadow, while the lower half was exposed to the light, revealing only a chin that was excessively pale from a lack of sun and thin lips curled into a faint, mocking smile.

He always enjoyed teasing Chi Wenqiu in this manner. The more Chi Wenqiu endured, the more heartless the teasing became.

Only when Chi Wenqiu looked at him with full focus did Qu Sinian feel he was receiving the proper respect, and only then did Chi Wenqiu stop looking like a soulless puppet. Satisfied, he laughed. “Continue.”

The gloves hit the floor, followed by the tailored suit jacket, leaving only a soft, lace-trimmed white shirt that cinched at the waist.

Chi Wenqiu possessed a stunning physique. He was lean, well-proportioned, and supple, like a spirited stallion. His cold eyes were filled with an unyielding pride; even when taking orders, he never showed signs of shame or indignation.

He looked as though he was born to have his wings clipped and be kept in a cage for observation.

In three years, Qu Sinian had never truly made him bow his head. It was not that Chi Wenqiu was too arrogant; on the contrary, he was quick to follow any instruction. If told to kneel, he knelt; if told to go to bed, he did not hesitate. Yet, whenever Qu Sinian tried to push for a deeper intimacy, the relationship seemed frozen in time, unable to move forward.

The young man’s beautiful, fair hands unbuttoned the shirt one by one. As his delicate skin met the cool air, a layer of goosebumps formed. He shivered slightly but then acted as if he were simply undressing for a bath, appearing as composed as if Qu Sinian were not even there.

The man remained silent, his dark eyes fixed on Chi Wenqiu’s face. He shifted his posture, uncrossing his legs to sit with them apart, then took off his glasses and placed them gently on the desk.

“Do you know why I had you clean earlier than usual?”

Chi Wenqiu paused his movements and answered honestly, “I do not. I am simply following my Master’s orders.”

“I am pleased with that answer. It would be better if your eyes were as obedient as your mouth.”

A flash of mockery crossed Chi Wenqiu’s eyes, so fast it was almost imperceptible.

“I will tell you directly: Qu Jing is coming back.”

[Ding! System Prompt: Qu Jing, the son of your target, fled abroad overnight due to homophobia. He is returning after five years. He is a key character in the plot, but given his special status, it is recommended that the Host avoid him while pursuing the target.]

Chi Wenqiu did not react. He had heard the name Qu Jing from the servants. He was the only son of the Qu family, raised with every luxury, and possessed the rebellious arrogance typical of youth. He was not within the scope of Chi Wenqiu’s mission.

The older man chuckled again. “I hope that when he returns, you can coexist peacefully with him. This house needs a Mistress to manage it properly. I think you are up to the task, Xiao Qiu.”

Chi Wenqiu hesitated. He had no desire to be a so-called Mistress; he was a man.

The System popped up again: [Please do not violate the original character setting, as it will affect mission progress.]

Qu Sinian continued, “I know it is a bit sudden, so I will give you time to consider it. I would not want word to get out that I am forcing a young man and lack romantic finesse.”

He laughed to himself as he spoke, seemingly amused by his own humor and quite self-satisfied. After he finished laughing, Chi Wenqiu asked, “Do I need to arrange for additional servants to personally attend to Young Master Qu Jing?”

“Hmm? No need. You alone will be enough. A stepmother getting along with a son, it should be quite interesting, do you not think?” The man stood up, his tall silhouette looming over the standing Chi Wenqiu. He reached out and pulled Chi Wenqiu into his embrace.

A rich, cold scent of whiskey, bitter yet crisp, surrounded him. It had not been noticeable from a few meters away, but at this distance, the aroma was overwhelming, as if an expensive bottle had been shattered right beneath his nose. The intense smell made Chi Wenqiu dizzy.

His waist, usually as straight as a pine tree, bent slightly as the man lowered his head, rubbing his smooth chin against Chi Wenqiu’s cheek. He laughed softly. “You eat so much, yet you do not gain any weight. Do I not feed you enough?”

“No, I am fed quite enough.”

This man was always pinching his waist and pressing against his stomach, asking over and over if he had had enough to eat.

The mental image was so vivid that the corners of Chi Wenqiu’s eyes flushed a faint red, and his breathing became ragged. He knew exactly where this reaction came from; it was the price for deviating from his Silent character persona.

As long as he had not maxed out the favorability of Qu Sinian, the man reputed to be the most difficult target, he would never be free from these penalties.

After finally escaping Qu Sinian’s grasp, Chi Wenqiu received bad news from the old head butler. “Due to weather conditions, the eldest Young Master’s flight is delayed. He will not be back until tonight at the earliest.”

Though his meticulous plans were disrupted, Chi Wenqiu showed no sign of impatience. “Very well. I will head to the airport this afternoon to pick him up. I leave the household affairs in your hands, Butler Wu.”

“Of course. I will do my best without needing a reminder. After all, it is our Young Master whom we have not seen in years, haha. It is a pity he left before you arrived, otherwise, you might have met sooner. You are around the same age; you should get along well.”

The System prompted: [Qu Jing is just turning nineteen. He went abroad four years ago when he was only fourteen or fifteen. So young.]

Listening to the System’s human-like complaining, Chi Wenqiu drifted off for a moment. When the old butler did not receive a response, his smile faded. He turned to glance at the middle-aged maid, who scrambled forward with a fawning smile.

“Butler Chi, I have learned my lesson! I have polished the handrails until they shine. I promise you will not find a single speck of dust!”

“It is good that you understand. Remember this for next time. If you make another mistake, I will not deduct your salary. You will simply write a self-reflection essay.”

“A reflection essay…” She thought that sounded easy enough.

“Fifty thousand words. It must be submitted the same day.”

The maid’s heavily made-up face instantly froze.

Allowing a small moment of humor, the corner of Chi Wenqiu’s mouth lifted slightly in a casual smile. When he turned his head, he saw Qu Sinian watching him with folded arms and a beaming smile.

Chi Wenqiu instantly reverted to his usual serious demeanor and walked away with long strides.

The older man reflected for a moment, then beckoned, “Old Wu, come here.”

“Master, what are your orders?”

“Go and check if there is anything missing in Qu Jing’s room. Make sure everything is prepared for him. You watched him grow up and know his preferences best. Now that he is older, there is no need to keep his old toys. A member of the Qu family should not be a coward who clings to the past.”

“Understood, Master. It shall be done. However, the room was personally prepared by Mr. Chi. If I take over his work, will he be displeased?”

Qu Sinian’s deep, dark eyes were filled with amusement. “It is fine. Just tell him I ordered it. He will not say a word.”

The butler understood and nodded in agreement.

From four in the afternoon until nine at night, Chi Wenqiu stood waiting at the airport. He did not have Qu Jing’s contact information, only a photo of a boy with a wild, arrogant smile.

Qu Jing looked nothing like his father, yet he possessed the same rebellious streak Qu Sinian had in his youth. Chi Wenqiu only hoped that the boy had not picked up too many bad habits while abroad.

Dressed in formal attire, the tall and long-legged young man looked like a noble young master straight out of a manga. As he stood straight in the waiting area, passersby could not help but stare. From the start, people had approached him asking for his contact information. Chi Wenqiu kept a cold face toward strangers, which silently warded them off, yet he still felt several ill-intentioned gazes lingering on him.

He checked his watch. It was already 10:15 PM. In forty-five minutes, it would be his bedtime. Missing his optimal sleep window always made him feel extremely drowsy.

[Host, just hold on a bit longer. You can rest once you have picked up the Young Master.] Fearing that Chi Wenqiu might quit, the System had been coaxing him repeatedly. [Wait, I think he is here!]

As the words fell, Chi Wenqiu looked over. He saw a tall young man in a black jacket walking straight toward him. He had silver-tinted hair and a silver snake-shaped earring that swayed as he moved. He was glancing around with extreme impatience, clearly looking for someone.

Chi Wenqiu adjusted his expression into a flawless, welcoming smile and walked toward him. The young man did not even look at him, snapping at the approaching figure, “Back off, I am not taking a taxi.”

His attitude was blunt, to say the least. But the person blocking his path did not leave. Instead, he spoke in a warm, pleasant voice:

“Young Master Qu Jing, I am here to take you home.”