The Tool Brother Thinks It’s Not Okay [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 13

A drunk person’s strength is greater than one might imagine. Qin Yunran gripped Cheng Kaixin’s wrist tightly, as if afraid he would run away.

Caught off guard, Cheng Kaixin tried to push him off, but Qin Yunran pinned him down and bit his neck hard.

An indescribable tingling sensation made Cheng Kaixin tremble slightly.

He looked up into Qin Yunran’s eyes, where a burning desire blazed in their dark depths.

Even if Qin Yunran couldn’t admit it, his body was betraying him.

“Trying to take advantage of me while you’re drunk?” Cheng Kaixin asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He lifted his leg and gently nudged Qin Yunran with his knee.

Qin Yunran’s gaze flickered, and he let out an impatient “Mmm,” tinged with a mix of unspoken shyness and excitement.

“Ahhh! Get away from the male lead!” the System shrieked, nearly losing its mind. It wanted the male lead to share a bed with the female lead, not Cheng Kaixin! This was a catastrophic plot twist!

“Now who should be getting away from whom?” Cheng Kaixin drawled lazily.

The System was practically burning with frustration, but powerless against Cheng Kaixin, it resorted to its most annoying tactic: incessant nagging. “Stay calm! Taking advantage of someone while drunk is wrong! How will you face him tomorrow? Think about it properly! Are you being fair to the female lead…?”

Cheng Kaixin pondered, “Doesn’t your System have a host privacy protection mechanism?”

“I think it does… wait—?!” The System’s vision went dark, as if it had been blocked.

Qin Yunran, displeased by Cheng Kaixin’s distraction, leaned down and nipped his chin, leaving a faint tooth mark. “Look at me,” he murmured, his voice a soft complaint.

Cheng Kaixin had initially felt a flicker of desire, but it vanished when he saw Qin Yunran’s dazed expression.

Even though Qin Yunran had initiated the advances, he was clearly not in his right mind. Taking advantage of him in this state would be utterly dishonorable.

“I’m tired. Let’s just sleep,” Cheng Kaixin urged, feeling a sudden surge of conscience that moved him deeply.

But Qin Yunran refused to relent, pressing closer against him.

Cheng Kaixin pulled the blanket over Qin Yunran, rolled him to the side, and pinned him down. “If you keep struggling, I’ll get angry,” he warned.

Qin Yunran glared at him, as if trying to force his compliance with sheer willpower. “Staring won’t work,” Cheng Kaixin said. “If you don’t sleep, you’re going back to the sofa.”

Qin Yunran sighed in resignation. “So even in a dream, I can’t have my way.”

Seeing that he had finally settled down, Cheng Kaixin lay down beside him. He felt Qin Yunran’s gaze fixed on him for several minutes before his eyelids finally grew heavy, and he drifted off to sleep, his face buried in the blanket.

Qin Yunran slept soundly, but Cheng Kaixin found himself wide awake, his mind racing.

He picked up his phone and idly scrolled through social media. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he searched for “Crossing the Line.”

The search results seemed unremarkable. After a moment’s hesitation, Cheng Kaixin opened Weibo instead.

The first post that popped up was an article tagged #TheQinJinAlliance.

What the hell is this? Cheng Kaixin suddenly questioned his own literary knowledge. This idiom doesn’t mean what I thought it did, does it?

He clicked on the link, and the page exploded with vivid imagery. Over two thousand words, the author had crafted a narrative that was both sensual and restrained, with such immersive detail that anyone reading it would feel their blood rushing and their heart pounding.

Whether the actual subjects of the story would feel the same level of immersion was another matter. Cheng Kaixin, however, felt quite conflicted as he read about himself being pinned to the bed, his wrists bound with Qin Yunran’s tie, in a scene too explicit to describe.

No wonder Qin Yunran seemed to be searching for something when he pinned me down earlier. He was looking for his tie!

The mosaic-blurring activity abruptly ceased, and the System was finally released from the dark room. It immediately scanned Qin Yunran, finding him sleeping peacefully beside Cheng Kaixin, and let out a sigh of relief.

A moment later, it discovered Cheng Kaixin reading a smutty novel.

The System instantly felt it had caught Cheng Kaixin red-handed. “I knew you had ulterior motives toward the male lead! So, since you can’t have him, you’re resorting to this… mental junk food to comfort yourself?”

It earnestly advised, “Just focus on your mission, okay? Stop obsessing over the male lead’s looks. He doesn’t belong to you—he’s straight! Continuing like this will only hurt you more. Stop clinging to this delusion.”

Straight? Cheng Kaixin thought with amusement. What kind of straight guy reads this stuff and dreams about doing whatever he wants to me?

He knew the System wouldn’t believe him if he said it now. Cheng Kaixin wondered with wicked glee: What will happen when the System finally sees the truth for itself? Will it crash?

For the sake of the System’s mental health, he didn’t even bother correcting its misunderstanding. What a kind-hearted host I am, he thought smugly.

As a proper CEO, Cheng Kaixin went to work at Lingxing the next morning.

When his secretary saw him, she was so shocked she nearly choked on her own saliva.

What’s that mark on the Boss’s neck?

Cheng Kaixin didn’t care at all, letting everyone stare at him with gossipy eyes. His collar was wide open, revealing his collarbones.

Annoyed by his secretary’s strange gaze, he finally looked up from his computer and glanced at him. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” The secretary pretended to leave, but couldn’t resist turning back, stammering, “Boss, your neck…”

“Mosquito bite. Got a problem with that?”

The secretary flinched at his impatient tone, immediately shouting, “No!” and fleeing the office.

Oh no, oh no, oh no! I shouldn’t have let Qin Yunran stay last night!

In the office, the System couldn’t help but speak up. “Couldn’t you at least wear a high-collared shirt to cover it up?”

Cheng Kaixin replied with a single word: “Hot.”

The System felt like it was constantly worrying about its host. “But this is so… improper! What will your employees think of you?”

“I suggest you get your facts straight,” Cheng Kaixin scoffed. “This is proof of Qin Yunran’s impropriety, not mine.”

The System fell silent, realizing there was no arguing with that.

Qin Yunran slept until afternoon, finally waking when hunger gnawed at his brain.

He sat up, rubbing his throbbing forehead, disoriented. He opened his eyes to find himself in an unfamiliar room, clearly a bachelor’s apartment with minimalist decor and a clean, monochrome palette.

What happened? He struggled to recall the previous night: the drugged drink, Ma Heng, soaking in a cold bathtub… and then someone had rescued him.

In a flash, the drunken antics of the night before flooded back into his mind.

Qin Yunran froze.

What had he done while completely out of it?!

As he stood petrified, clutching his forehead, the slightly ajar door creaked open a crack.

“Meow~” A soft meow drew Qin Yunran’s attention.

He looked down to see a Persian cat sniffing the air curiously before padding toward him on its short legs.

The cat was pure white with striking blue eyes, a rare and expensive breed.

…It looked strangely familiar.

After work, Cheng Kaixin pushed open his apartment door to find Qin Yunran sitting on the living room sofa, petting Maoqiu. The fluffy ball was sprawled in his lap, purring contentedly.

Cheng Kaixin walked over and deliberately gave Maoqiu a rough pat, startling the cat awake. Maoqiu meowed at him in protest.

“What’s with the attitude? I’m your dad,” Cheng Kaixin said, flicking the cat’s forehead.

Maoqiu burrowed into Qin Yunran’s arms, burying its head and turning its rear toward Cheng Kaixin.

“Didn’t you say cats don’t like you? Maoqiu seems pretty fond of you,” Cheng Kaixin remarked casually.

“That’s right,” Qin Yunran replied with a faint smile. “Maoqiu does seem to like me quite a bit.”

His slender fingers stroked the cat’s snow-white fur, making his own skin appear even paler and more luminous. He looked up at Cheng Kaixin, his tone suggestive. “They say pets resemble their owners. What about you?”

The room was so quiet you could hear Maoqiu’s soft purring breaths.

And the pounding of his own heart.

Qin Yunran had always been mature and composed, even in the flashy world of entertainment. Nothing had ever shaken his resolve or blurred his focus. He was meticulous and self-assured in everything he did. Yet now, for the first time, his heart was drumming like a war drum. The smile on his lips seemed calm, but his hand, which had been stroking Maoqiu, gradually stilled.

Cheng Kaixin’s narrow eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Qin Yunran’s earnest expression. “What kind of fondness?” he countered. After a pause, under Qin Yunran’s barely concealed nervous gaze, he added, “…Like the kind in Crossing the Line?”

Qin Yunran’s gaze drifted to the red mark on Cheng Kaixin’s neck, suddenly becoming unfocused, and the tips of his ears flushed crimson.

To have the subject of my smut novel catch me reading it… The embarrassment was off the charts.

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