The Seductive Beauty Sinks Into the Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

Chi Wenqiu looked back at him boldly. His clear, cool eyes showed no trace of profanity or humiliation. No one would suspect that beneath his perfect exterior lay a cold indifference and a low sense of morality. “There really is no difference. If it had been you who saved me back then, my ending would not have been much different. It would just be a different person I would have to serve.”

Qu Jing let go immediately, looking at him in shock as if he had been defiled. “You are just like… do you have no shame? Your parents certainly would not want their son doing this kind of thing!”

“I am an orphan.”

Qu Jing was suddenly choked for words.

Chi Wenqiu’s background was surely tragic; otherwise, he would not have fallen to such a state. Qu Jing’s face shifted through shades of pale and green before his tone finally softened slightly. “I will find you a job with better pay. It will be absolutely decent and will not require you to sell your body. You could even get married and have children.”

Under Chi Wenqiu’s calm gaze, Qu Jing’s voice trailed off.

“Does the Young Master think that I can still live a life of marrying and having children?”

Qu Jing fell silent. Three years ago, perhaps Chi Wenqiu could have, but now he was Qu Sinian’s captive. He was an object in a cage he could not escape. Even Qu Jing was not confident he could get him out safely. He felt the futility of trying to convince a lost soul to go straight.

The topic vanished awkwardly, and they sat in silence as the car drove to the school. Chi Wenqiu had not left yet. His gentle voice was as soothing as a light breeze. “If you do not mind, please let me accompany you for a walk around the campus.”

Initially, Qu Jing did not need Chi Wenqiu, but knowing that sending him back would only result in him being bullied by that old man, it was better to keep him close. Besides, he wanted to understand Chi Wenqiu’s actual attitude. The man did not love Qu Sinian at all; he was more like a controlled marionette.

Qu Jing did not let Chi Wenqiu enter the school. Instead, he told him to wait at the gate until he came out.

“Can I go buy groceries first?”

“No.”

“Alright.”

As Qu Jing walked toward the entrance, he inexplicably glanced back. University students were coming and going, and he spotted Chi Wenqiu at a glance. Dressed in a neat suit, he looked like a graduate preparing for a job interview. He possessed a scholarly air and the kind of striking looks that made people stop and stare.

Qu Jing walked back with long strides and said stiffly, “I want a seafood feast.”

Chi Wenqiu, who had been waiting with lowered eyelashes, looked up. Every time he looked up, Qu Jing’s heart would skip a beat, and he would instinctively look away.

The man, whose beauty blurred the lines between masculine and feminine, said warmly, “But if we wait until tonight to buy groceries, I am afraid it will be too late.”

“That is why I am telling you to go now.”

“Alright.”

As Chi Wenqiu turned to leave, Qu Jing called him back. Under Chi Wenqiu’s puzzled gaze, Qu Jing raised his hand and brushed a fallen leaf off his shoulder. It was a small gesture, but it made the young man’s face flush with shame. He stiffly and quickly withdrew his hand, saying defensively, “Do not misunderstand. I am like this with everyone.”

The afternoon sun was perfect, spilling over the two exceptionally handsome men. To outsiders, they looked like a perfect match that no one else could intrude upon.

A lens in the corner captured this scene and sent it to an employer.

“Mm.” Chi Wenqiu blinked his long eyelashes. His expression showed a hint of cuteness, though his reaction remained frustratingly flat.

Qu Jing seemed used to his robotic demeanor. He did not say much, but as he looked around, he keenly noticed someone watching them. He waited for Chi Wenqiu to walk further away before staring down his target. He walked over and snatched the device from the man’s hands.

“You!” The man, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, panicked and tried to grab it back but failed. He was pinned down firmly. “This is robbery!”

Qu Jing said coldly, “Taking secret photos is also illegal. Who hired you?”

The man stammered. Qu Jing threatened him with an easygoing tone. “Fine, if you do not want to talk, I will just smash it. I can afford to compensate you for this piece of junk. I am not short on cash.”

His mouth twitching, the private investigator said reluctantly, “I only know it is a man surnamed Fu. He often hires me to do this. He pays one hundred yuan per photo. Fine, that is all the information I have. Please give it back!”

“Of course.”

As soon as he got the camera back, the private investigator bolted.

“I really underestimated your charm. The flies are starting to get annoying,” Qu Jing murmured, playing with the memory card in his hand.

There was a high-end internet cafe near the school. Qu Jing booked a private booth and inserted the card into the computer. It was filled with private photos of Chi Wenqiu from various angles. The photography style was professional. Under the lens, Chi Wenqiu’s various charms were on full display. Even the photos intentionally taken to look pure and fresh could not hide the allure radiating from his bones.

So seductive. No wonder he is the old man’s plaything.

Qu Jing sneered inwardly. He transferred all thousand-plus photos to his phone and sent a message to his father: “You do not mind if I borrow your beloved Chi Wenqiu for a bit, do you?”

Ten minutes later, Qu Sinian replied: “If you can, you are welcome to steal him away.”

“Clean the veins of the giant river prawns. Use three different cooking methods for three dishes. Also, do not steam the leopard coral grouper for too long. It should be served at the same time as the Boston lobster.”

The kitchen was a chaotic mess. Chi Wenqiu directed everyone. In the heat of the activity, even he developed a thin layer of sweat. His fair skin turned a soft pink, and his red lips parted slightly as he breathed, creating an unexpectedly provocative aura.

The young cook working under his gaze felt incredibly uneasy, terrified of causing the beauty any dissatisfaction. Chi Wenqiu watched him demonstrate decorative carving, thinking it looked simple enough and that he could probably do it himself.

“Please, did I do something wrong?”

“No, keep working.”

The young cook stole a quick glance at him before immediately lowering his head. It was a familiar reaction; most people flushed when facing Chi Wenqiu. His beauty provided him with immense convenience, and even though Chi Wenqiu did not care much for his appearance, he would use it to his advantage.

This included capturing Qu Sinian.

If he had not taken the initiative to offer his body, that fastidious and cautious man likely would not have increased his favorability toward him by even a fraction. Seeing the favorability bar stagnate, Chi Wenqiu was becoming a bit impatient. He did not want to waste his whole life on Qu Sinian.

“Wenqiu, the Master has just returned and asked for you. I will keep an eye on things here for you,” the old butler’s voice came from the kitchen doorway.

Chi Wenqiu walked out immediately.

In the hall, Qu Sinian sat sideways on the sofa wearing a black shirt. The collar was loosely and lazily open, and most of the hem was not tucked into his waistband, revealing the rise and fall of faint tattoos on his firm abdomen.

As soon as Chi Wenqiu approached, he smelled the intense yet cold scent of alcohol. The other man shot a glance at him, his brow pressed low. He was likely in a bad mood. He had always been temperamental, only showing a modicum of approachability in front of Chi Wenqiu.

“What is wrong?” Chi Wenqiu began fastening his buttons. The man remained silent, suddenly grabbing his hand and pulling him forward into his lap.

The surrounding servants ignored them, silently bringing out the dishes before disappearing without a sound.

“What on earth is…” Before Chi Wenqiu could finish his question, his head was held firmly for a kiss. The strong alcohol spread recklessly in his mouth, the atmosphere entirely saturated with Qu Sinian’s breath.

The gaps between his lips, his teeth, and his tongue were all thoroughly invaded. The older man’s technique had become increasingly sophisticated. Chi Wenqiu’s scalp tingled, and he slumped weakly against the other man. Qu Sinian’s powerful fingers kneaded him skillfully, stirring up deeply buried desires.

Qu Sinian seemed somewhat distracted. He tilted his head and bit Chi Wenqiu’s jaw, the force just enough to break the skin. The younger man covered the wound and said, “You always leave marks that cannot be hidden!”

“Sorry, I got a bit carried away,” Qu Sinian licked his sharp canines, laughing with reckless abandon. Having worked for many years, he still carried a trace of aimless laziness, though he would occasionally become wild and serious about certain matters.

Today, he seemed energized, biting and licking Chi Wenqiu and sucking on his lower lip until it bled.

Chi Wenqiu’s brow squeezed tight. It was not that he could not endure the pain, but conspicuous wounds would affect his daily work. Qu Sinian did not empathize with subordinates; he viewed Chi Wenqiu as his property and did not care at all about what he thought.

He struggled slightly, but a system notification warned that breaking character would result in punishment. He was suddenly struck by a surge of numbness in his waist and collapsed back into the man’s arms.

Qu Sinian chuckled. “You are still so sensitive. You can’t even handle a touch.”

Chi Wenqiu remained silent. Qu Sinian continued, “It seems you got along well with Xiao Jing today. I have never seen him let anyone else ride in his precious car.”

As he spoke, his hands did not stop. Chi Wenqiu’s head was buzzing. It took him a moment to realize the man was jealous.

“Ah… yes. I was honored to ride in the Young Master’s car because he wanted to go for a drive to relax. Then we went to the school.”

“The school, eh? Wenqiu, do you want to go back to being a student? Just like back then, when it took you forever just to take off your clothes, acting all bashful and improper.” The man’s voice was dark and low, silently peeling away the beauty’s cool exterior. His teeth left fine marks across Wenqiu’s wrist as he inhaled the fragrant scent.

He loved the scent on Chi Wenqiu. It was cool but not icy. His wolf-like eyes stared at the pink neck that would not stop trembling. Beneath the thin skin, dark blue veins pulsed. The more he looked, the more he liked it.

His teeth lightly licked over the skin like a beast savoring its prey, with the constant danger of a lethal bite.

As his rationality was slowly demolished, Chi Wenqiu gasped for air. He looked up dizzily at the ceiling. A system prompt warned him that someone was watching. Turning his gaze, he saw Qu Jing at the top of the stairs, nearly snapping the railing with his grip.

There was no telling how long he had been watching. His expression was a mix of disgust and rage. His eyes looked like they might spit fire, as if Chi Wenqiu were a deeply loved but unfaithful lover.

Chi Wenqiu felt a sense of mockery in his heart. Amidst the frantic beeping of the system’s warning, his eyes curved, and the corners of his mouth followed. He opened his mouth to reveal the tip of his crimson tongue, brazenly seducing him.

Chi Wenqiu lay disheveled in Qu Sinian’s arms. While the man was biting his neck, he was provocatively taunting the collapsing son.

Qu Jing was shocked and ashamed, but his body remained honest, showing the inevitable reaction of a hot-blooded young man.