The Seductive Beauty Sinks Into the Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

Qu Sinian suddenly felt that something was wrong. He looked up sharply and met his son’s gaze, which was fixed in a trance.

At the same time, Chi Wenqiu, who had been punished for breaking his “character setting,” fell unconscious from the agonizing pain.

The older man focused his attention on him again. “Wenqiu?” In the past, whenever this happened frequently, Chi Wenqiu would resist, only to suddenly faint halfway through his struggle. At first, Qu Sinian simply thought he had a weak constitution, but after seeing many doctors, they all claimed he was merely suffering from anxiety.

What did he have to be anxious about?

The one who should be anxious was Qu Sinian. He had tried countless ways but had never been able to enter Chi Wenqiu’s closed heart. Chi Wenqiu, who appeared elegant and polite, was like a stubborn clam that refused to open; biting into him only hurt one’s teeth.

Despite various benefits and hints, the man simply remained ungrateful.

Qu Sinian could not understand it. He had superior conditions, and he was perfectly compatible with Chi Wenqiu in both body and soul. Their ambiguous period had lasted a long time, and their personalities had already been smoothed out through interaction. So why, when it came to the step of confirming the relationship, did he refuse to agree?

Although Qu Sinian did not care much for a marriage certificate himself, he simply could not accept the defeat.

Qu Sinian had lived a free and arrogant life, only to suffer a major setback at the hands of a young man, nearly losing everything he had invested.

At the dinner table, Qu Sinian did not ask Chi Wenqiu to serve them. Instead, he made him sit by his side, personally pouring him wine and peeling shrimp shells for him.

It was not the first time they had eaten together at the table, but in front of the eldest young master, Qu Jing, Chi Wenqiu would always try to avoid suspicion. However, Qu Sinian was determined to treat him as the “mistress of the house.”

Qu Jing was not as irritable as before. Instead, he said quite calmly, “I caught a paparazzo today. I do not know if he was a talent scout or a sasaeng fan, but he took many pictures of Butler Chi.”

Qu Sinian had eyes and ears everywhere, so he naturally knew about this. He casually kissed the corner of Chi Wenqiu’s mouth, signaling him to eat the shrimp he had peeled. “I have already tracked down which small-time workshop that rat belongs to. It will not happen again.”

Qu Jing took a sip of red wine and glanced at the silently eating Chi Wenqiu. “You cannot say for sure. After all, a guy named Fu has been keeping an eye on Butler Chi. I am worried he might get hurt.”

Qu Sinian smiled. “The boy has grown up; he knows how to care for his elders.”

Qu Jing’s wine glass paused mid-air.

Chi Wenqiu did not react much but put down his chopsticks.

Qu Sinian pressed down on his pale, slender hand. “Why are you not eating more?”

“It is a bit hot. I want to go out for some cold air.” He could not stand the verbal sparring; it ruined his appetite.

“I do not have much of an appetite either. I will accompany you.” Qu Sinian stood up, leaving Chi Wenqiu no room to refuse.

“Stepmom.” Left alone at the long rectangular dining table, Qu Jing suddenly called out and raised his glass in a toast. “Congratulations.”

With a smile on his face, he drained the red wine in his glass in one gulp.

The gaze Qu Sinian directed at him was chillingly sharp.

System: [Ding! Favorability of the capture target -10!]

Chi Wenqiu was stunned. He looked at the man’s profile, not understanding why he was angry when his son had finally accepted this identity.

The system was also wailing: [What does this even mean? Does the capture target want to confirm the relationship with the host or not?!]

After the momentary shock, Chi Wenqiu quickly regained his composure and responded to Qu Jing: “Thank you. You are still my Eldest Young Master.”

He turned back and gave Qu Sinian a tug. “Master, let us go.”

Qu Sinian did not speak. He hooked his index finger into his tie to loosen it and strode out with a fiery momentum that Chi Wenqiu could hardly keep up with.

Driven by some inexplicable impulse, Chi Wenqiu glanced back.

Qu Jing had refilled his glass with red wine. Under the bright lights, his dazzling silver hair was tinged with a soft golden glow. His face, which bore no resemblance to Qu Sinian’s, was pale and handsome. The red wine held between his fingers was as vivid as blood, giving him an oddly cold, vampire-aristocrat vibe.

The two exchanged a look. Qu Jing did not look away; instead, he stared directly at him, like a predator eyeing a prize catch.

His unpredictability rivaled Qu Sinian’s. Even after staying by Qu Sinian’s side for three years, Chi Wenqiu had never been able to fathom his deeper thoughts.

Chi Wenqiu was the first to close his eyes and turn away.

The garden streetlights were dim and atmospheric as Chi Wenqiu walked side-by-side with Qu Sinian. The smell of alcohol was washed away by the cold night breeze. The man’s steps were steady, though less casual than usual.

Chi Wenqiu hooked his finger into the man’s, making him slow down.

“Do not walk so fast, or we will walk right out of the garden.”

Qu Sinian seemed to snap out of it. He brushed his hair back and sighed. “I regret letting you spend time with Qu Jing. I should not have tested you; I underestimated your charm. Now I have gained a competitor for no reason, and it is my own future heir. What should I do?”

Since anything he said would be wrong, Chi Wenqiu remained silent.

The older man hooked his arm around his waist and kissed him. His heavy tongue swept through Chi Wenqiu’s mouth in a brief, playful dance before quickly withdrawing. He brushed Chi Wenqiu’s bangs aside and looked down into his beautiful eyes.

“The more I look at you, the more beautiful you become, wifey.”

Chi Wenqiu, who could never quite master tenderness, tried to force a smile. He failed, and it looked more like a smirk.

Qu Sinian did not mind. He asked, “Do you want to do it tonight?”

“I have to get up early tomorrow to take the Eldest Young Master to school.”

“It is really a hassle having him back.”

“You were the one who told me to serve him.”

“I regret it. Can I take those words back?”

“You can go back on your word whenever you like, but I am the one the Eldest Young Master will hold a grudge against.”

Qu Sinian gave a low laugh, his broad chest vibrating enough to make Chi Wenqiu feel numb. “Such heavy resentment. You really are angry. I am sorry, I am sorry, baby.”

After the man coaxed him gently for a long time, Chi Wenqiu finally let his anger dissipate. He was not forced into anything that night and managed to get a rare, full night’s sleep.

The next morning, after breakfast, Chi Wenqiu drove Qu Jing to school.

The Eldest Young Master was dressed in a British-style uniform, sitting with his long legs spread in a rebellious posture. Suddenly, he asked, “Are these underwear yours?”

Chi Wenqiu glanced at the rearview mirror and saw a small piece of thin fabric hanging from Qu Jing’s finger. The boy’s hand was shaking slightly from nervousness, making the fabric dangle precariously.

“Yes,” he admitted bluntly.

“Hmph. I am confiscating them.”

Chi Wenqiu’s expression did not change.

“Hey, why are you not saying anything?”

“As you wish.”

“If I said I wanted to fuck you, would that also be ‘as I wish’? Stepmom.” His tone was ambiguous, carrying a hint of cautious probing.

The car screeched to a sudden halt, nearly crossing the zebra lines.

Qu Jing pretended to be nonchalant and said, “It was just a joke. I have realized you are truly cold; you do not care about feelings at all. Are you just looking at the money? Or do you want something else? I can give it all to you.”

“Eldest Young Master,” Chi Wenqiu began.

“Do not give me any of that nonsense about loving my dad. I do not believe a single word of it.”

Chi Wenqiu pursed his lips, his eyes revealing a hint of reluctance. He had not forgotten how Qu Sinian’s favorability had suddenly dropped a huge chunk last night, and even the system could not analyze the reason.

Falling below the passing line meant Qu Sinian did not like him as much anymore. If he did not work hard to raise it back up, it might drop further, and three years of effort would go to waste.

At the thought of this, Chi Wenqiu felt a bit irritable.

He inadvertently glanced at the rearview mirror just as the Eldest Young Master looked up. Their eyes met, and Qu Jing’s body jolted; he immediately turned his face away.

Just now, he had almost been caught looking at… whatever!

The rest of the drive was silent. Qu Jing, who had rehearsed several lines in his head, cleared his throat but did not dare utter a word. He looked at Chi Wenqiu begrudgingly, feeling relieved that he was sitting in the back so his embarrassment was not discovered.

His hands were in his pockets, rubbing the soft fabric inside. He secretly took it out and stared at it for a long time. As if possessed, he lowered his head and took a tiny sniff. Realizing he was acting like a pervert, his handsome face tensed up again. He quickly folded the fabric, put it back in his pocket, and went back to acting unbothered.

He even seriously considered their relationship. Being a “stepmom” was not necessarily a bad thing; in fact, the status of an elder made it even more taboo and exciting. If he ordered Chi Wenqiu, perhaps he would even spread his legs for him.

The car door opened, revealing Chi Wenqiu’s face, which was so beautiful it made one forget to breathe. He whispered softly, “Eldest Young Master, we have arrived at school. You should get out.”

Qu Jing felt the awkwardness of having his thoughts nearly exposed and said harshly, “Can I not just stay in the car?”

“Of course, you can. Anytime, anywhere.”

Qu Jing actually felt a bit embarrassed. In his heart, he wanted to speak properly to Chi Wenqiu, but the thought of him being his father’s lover made it impossible for him to stay calm. He grabbed his backpack and exited from the other side.

The air was fresh, and the wind carried the scent of the grape-flavored perfume Chi Wenqiu favored. It brought back memories of the bitter-yet-sweet taste of the red wine from the night before.

His throat tightened, and Qu Jing walked toward the school without a word.

Only when he was out of Chi Wenqiu’s sight did he begin to gasp for air like a dying fish.

Having sent away the eyesore that was Qu Jing, Chi Wenqiu was not particularly happy. Now that he had dealt with the son, he had to go back and deal with the difficult father.