The Seductive Beauty Sinks Into the Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 11

The next few days were relatively calm. Qu Jing remained focused on his studies at school without causing any trouble, while Qu Sinian was absorbed in his work, which even led to a decrease in their intense activities in the bedroom.

Chi Wenqiu was in charge of reorganizing the internal affairs of the Qu household. This led to a disagreement with the old butler over some additional expenses. Chi Wenqiu, who usually seemed easygoing, not only refused to compromise but remained steadfastly silent.

“Xiao Qiu, if you do not sign, I cannot buy the materials. The fountain in the garden needs maintenance funds. If it remains unrepaired for a long time, it will affect the aesthetic, and if the Master decides to lay blame, it is not something we servants can bear.”

Seeing that Chi Wenqiu had actually managed to tame the difficult Qu Jing, the old butler naturally became restless, seeking various ways to cause trouble and annoy him.

“Do not worry. The fountain is still operational, and it is not yet time for maintenance. There is no need to spend extra money.”

“It is not a matter of money, Xiao Qiu. You are still young. In the Qu family, appearance is the most important thing. It is like how a successful man like the Master needs a virtuous partner to support him and share his burdens, someone who can be a pillar of support during important occasions. You; sigh, I really do not know what to say. You are a sensible child, but you are too young. You do not understand the intricacies of high society.”

Every word was a veiled insult toward Chi Wenqiu. He replied calmly, “Actually, I have given you plenty of face already. In the past, the falsified accounts you made were attributed to me. Since the Master said nothing, I did not pursue it either. But now, instead of restraining yourself, you are becoming increasingly flagrant. How about this? Take this card and buy whatever you want. I have already told the Master that I no longer intend to manage the accounts.”

“Are you threatening me?” The old butler glared at him viciously.

“I am not. It is simply that I looked too easy to bully, which gave you the false impression that a poor person like me must be honest. But do not forget, I have no family. I only have this one wretched life.”

Ignoring the warning siren in his mind about breaking character, the beautiful butler’s smile flashed like a night-blooming cereus. “If possible, I do not even want to be this butler anymore. If I quit, will that not be exactly what you want?”

System: [Host! The OOC (Out of Character) value has reached ninety! Do not be rebellious anymore!]

The old butler was stunned. He did not expect Chi Wenqiu to drop the act and speak so bluntly. Suspecting it was one of Chi Wenqiu’s tricks, he put on a cautious smile and said, “You cannot say that, Xiao Qiu. We have worked together for three years and cooperate quite well. The Master values you greatly; it would be such a pity to quit. Or are you planning to become the mistress of the house? That is no easier than being a butler, and Master Qu Jing is very resentful of the idea. You should think it over carefully.”

Chi Wenqiu only smiled. “Do you still want to allocate funds for the fountain?”

The old butler hurriedly waved his hands in refusal, no longer daring to exert his authority. He made an excuse and departed in a hurry.

The system did not understand Chi Wenqiu’s thoughts either. He seemed to be deviating further and further from his original character setting. If the capture target remained unaware, it might be fine, but if Qu Sinian found out that the once-obedient and gentle Chi Wenqiu was actually a thorn, he would surely be judged for breaking character. The punishment would increase in intensity with each occurrence until it became unbearable.

The system felt sorry for Chi Wenqiu but did not know what to do.

“Do not worry, Xiao Ba. To succeed, one must make changes. I think I have found a way to deal with Qu Sinian.”

At a five-star hotel, a business dinner concluded. A group of elites walked out, led by an entrepreneur with a smile on his face. “It was a pleasure doing business, President Qu. You are a straightforward man. Working with you saves so much time and effort. I hope there is a next time.”

The man before him wore a faint, unreadable smile, making the entrepreneur feel uneasy and anxious.

“Of course. You are also a straightforward person. There will be a next time,” the man finally replied in a voice that sounded like a royal decree.

The entrepreneur smiled flatteringly and said with feigned casualness, “I just noticed that Assistant Chi was not here today. Is he ill? I mean no offense; it is just that I felt quite overwhelmed having you personally negotiate such a small collaboration.”

Qu Sinian’s eyes were deep and unfathomable. He stared intently at the middle-aged man, who was breaking out in a cold sweat. Just as the man’s legs were about to give way, Qu Sinian curled his lips. “True. I accidentally wore him out last night, so I gave him an extra day off.”

Did he mean “last night” or “after finishing”? The middle-aged man did not dare ask and nodded repeatedly.

Qu Sinian seemed to realize only now that Chi Wenqiu’s ability to achieve so much was not just because of his outstanding talent, but also because his beautiful face brought many conveniences.

Thinking more carefully, now that the most important three years had passed, Chi Wenqiu had no reason to stay by his side and endure his temper. Working during the day and being “worked” at night was truly not worth it, yet he worked hard without complaint and had never thought about resigning.

Without complaint?

Qu Sinian began to reflect. Chi Wenqiu was a living human being. If pushed too hard, he would offer a small amount of resistance, but then he would obediently comply, as if he would lose something precious if he did not.

What exactly did he care about?

In Qu Sinian’s memory, there was nothing. He had tested Chi Wenqiu many times, showing him the luxurious life of the wealthy and gifting him mansions and yachts, things ordinary people could never touch. Chi Wenqiu’s reaction was always extremely calm, as if the gifts were unimportant.

Qu Sinian could not figure out what he liked. The feeling of Chi Wenqiu being at his beck and call without truly being under his control felt hollow. It would be best if he could keep him by his side forever. Qu Sinian intended to give his heart, greedily wanting Chi Wenqiu to respond with the same feelings.

He knew this was unlikely. Since Chi Wenqiu had a cold nature, Qu Sinian would have to use some extreme methods.

Recently, Qu Sinian had become very busy, sometimes not even appearing once a day. Since opening his heart, Qu Jing often came to Chi Wenqiu to make his presence felt.

In front of others, Qu Jing never gave Chi Wenqiu a kind look. However, in private, he would secretly hold him by the waist to measure his girth. He was certain that Chi Wenqiu would not lose his temper. From holding hands to hugging, he restrained himself within a subtle boundary that was not yet an overstep.

Chi Wenqiu was not without a temper; he simply tolerated Qu Jing’s rudeness.

Late at night, everything was silent. Chi Wenqiu accidentally fell asleep on the sofa. His collar, which was usually buttoned tightly, had come undone. His collarbone felt cool, accompanied by a bone-deep itch. He opened his eyes only to see a tall silhouette backlit against the room. He broke into a cold sweat and immediately pressed down on the hand that was causing trouble. “No!”

Qu Jing feigned ignorance and asked, “Why not?”

Chi Wenqiu shook his head stubbornly. “I have a deep relationship with your father. I absolutely cannot mess around with you!”

“Why not?” Qu Jing repeated stubbornly, his behavior becoming increasingly bold. His fingers hooked into the shirt stays clipped beneath Chi Wenqiu’s chest. His gaze was like a cold snake, licking over the skin where Chi Wenqiu was breaking out in a cold sweat. Along with the sweat came his dishonorable thoughts.

He lowered his head and buried it in the crook of Chi Wenqiu’s neck, just like that night, breathing deeply as if inhaling some medicine that could prolong his life.

That deep, hoarse voice carried a certain special emotion through the dark night. “You smell so good, stepmom. I like your scent so much, and I like you too. Since you can wear sexy lingerie for my old man, can you wear it for me too?”

A string snapped in Chi Wenqiu’s usually rational mind. He had perhaps never imagined that Qu Jing would dare to be so bold.

Did he not hate him?