The Seductive Beauty Sinks Into the Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 9

“Yes, baby, just like that. Turn toward me and smile.”

The air was thick with a heavy, fragrant scent. A man, fair-skinned and dressed in a thin silk robe, sat perched on a table to pose. He had to arduously arch his back and thrust out his hips, lifting legs slick with essential oils while his toes gingerly hooked around a vibrant red ribbon.

His movements had to be as charming as a fox, and his gaze needed to be openly seductive. Ideally, it would be enough to make the old man sketching opposite him lose his composure. However, the man remained excessively calm, as settled as a monk in deep meditation.

Chi Wenqiu was still trying to emulate the spirit of a fox. In a momentary lapse of concentration, he accidentally let the light ribbon slip. Just as he was about to step down to retrieve it, a sudden bolt of electricity jolted through him. His calf muscles tightened, and he let out a strained, muffled groan.

“No, do not.”

Faking seduction was not difficult, but the system required him to appear both innocent and alluring without violating his obedient and submissive persona. Chi Wenqiu was naturally enchanting; he found it impossible to convincingly play a naive or ignorant role. Consequently, he was punished with a small electric shock, causing his body to spasm.

He tilted uncontrollably and nearly fell backward. Instead of hitting the cold floor, he landed in a pair of broad, burning arms. He was swept up and carried into the bedroom. Once placed on the bed, one of his long legs was held firm as a charcoal pencil pressed against his porcelain skin.

The expensive tip, which could create sweeping strokes of ink on paper, left little mark on skin. Yet, Qu Sinian insisted on writing, tracing faint characters that were barely recognizable as his own name. Then, he began to draw. The charcoal tip had been worn down and rounded. It did not hurt when pressed into the skin, but it caused an unbearable, restless itch.

Simply enduring the drawing of a single flower was agonizing. Chi Wenqiu kept trying to curl his body away, but Qu Sinian pinned him down firmly, the pencil tip sliding inward along the side of his thigh.

Chi Wenqiu’s breath caught in his throat. He suppressed the urge to push the man away, but then he suddenly heard Qu Jing’s shout: “Qu Sinian!”

Before the intruder could push the door open, Qu Sinian stood up quickly and pulled Chi Wenqiu’s clothes shut, completely concealing the exposed skin so that no outsider could catch a glimpse.

Qu Jing burst into the room. Seeing the two of them huddled together made his eyes turn even redder. He crumpled the papers in his hand and said with pure hatred, “Fine! You hid it for nearly twenty years. It turns out I am not your biological son! To think I truly looked up to you as my father. I wasted so many years of affection, only to find out that, in the end, we are just strangers!”

He pointed at Chi Wenqiu and yelled, “So, I am not the only heir to your estate! Do you want to leave everything to him? Ha, I finally understand. Over a decade of feelings cannot compare to an outsider of three years. Were you planning to keep me in the dark until you two got married and then throw me out?”

“Sorry, Host. This happened too suddenly; I did not have time to tell you that Qu Jing had discovered the truth.”

As the system finished speaking, Qu Sinian glanced at Chi Wenqiu, who remained silent.

In his fit of rage, Qu Jing could no longer think straight. He threw the paternity test results onto the floor and stomped on them viciously. In that moment, he realized why Qu Sinian had never shown him any warmth, unlike other fathers. The man had merely provided food, shelter, and an allowance. He never actually cared whether Qu Jing turned out well or poorly.

Whenever the topic of his mother came up, Qu Sinian would fall silent. Qu Jing had always assumed that his father never dated because he was worried his son might mind. It was all a delusion; he was not the biological son at all.

Everyone thought he was the blood heir, expecting him to take over the company after graduation so Qu Sinian could retire early. Who could have guessed that years of a relationship were a lie? He did not even know who his real parents were.

Qu Jing found it difficult to breathe. Unable to listen to any explanations, he stumbled out of the room.

Qu Sinian’s tone was entirely unbothered: “Ah, this must be the work of that man named Fu. How many times has he used these divisive tactics? He even targeted my son this time.”

Chi Wenqiu picked up the paternity test from the floor. “I never thought the young master was not yours.” In reality, he had known for a long time but had never exposed it.

“I thought it would be obvious. Not just anyone can inherit my excellent genes. Except for you, if only you could carry my child. I would have you pregnant with triplets tonight.”

Chi Wenqiu automatically ignored the rogue-like comment and asked seriously, “The young master’s mental state has surely collapsed. How do you plan to comfort him? This is a massive blow. You cannot ignore it any longer.”

“He is an adult. Why should I care? If he cannot adjust his mindset over a small matter like this, he should not go around claiming to be Qu Sinian’s son. I truly do not understand. What does a piece of paper prove? Does not being my biological flesh and blood end our relationship of upbringing?”

“There is a difference between being biological and not. If I found out I were your biological son, you would likely never see me again.”

Qu Sinian lowered his eyes. He pulled Chi Wenqiu by his slender waist and whispered into his ear, “Even if you were a wandering ghost, I would find a way to bring you back to the living world to stay with me. Do you believe me?”

He was always this overbearing and unreasonable, the very image of a king blinded by lust.

Despite saying he did not care, Qu Sinian was actually a bit distracted. He knew that if Qu Jing were not settled, his favorability rating would likely not increase much.

After much thought, Chi Wenqiu quietly approached Qu Jing’s bedroom door. The door was locked and there was no sound from within. He used a key to open the door, but the interior was pitch black. There was no light, and the curtains were drawn tight. Fearing that Qu Jing might react violently, Chi Wenqiu stepped into the darkness barefoot.

Qu Jing had been crying to himself. He was heartbroken. The thought that the man he had called father for nearly twenty years was just a stranger made him collapse to the point of almost fainting.

The blows he had suffered in such a short time were too great. First, he learned that Qu Sinian, who usually avoided beauty, was a gay man whom he found most repulsive. Then, he learned he was not biological. In his memory, Qu Sinian had never missed any important stage of his life. He had participated in almost every birthday.

From learning to speak to reaching adulthood, Qu Jing had relied on this father whose love was never obvious. Because Qu Sinian had no close associates, Qu Jing felt no sense of crisis. He felt that whether the man loved him or not, he was like a free-roaming bird, even capable of going abroad independently.

He had suspected Qu Sinian was emotionally detached, but he never thought he was not his son.

Overcome by grief, Qu Jing had fallen asleep while weeping silently, but he suddenly woke up when he caught a familiar, cold fragrance. Someone had entered his territory. The intruder approached noiselessly, their breathing slightly unsteady. Their skill at hiding their presence was poor.

As the person reached the head of the bed, Qu Jing leaped up and pinned them down. Chi Wenqiu, who was prepared, did not struggle. He was slammed onto the bed, allowing the predatory gaze to sweep over him.

Qu Jing’s voice was icy and sharp: “Are you here to laugh at me?”