The Transmigration Guide to Seducing Men - Chapter 8

The Yan matriarch offered a rare bit of affirmation: “I understand why your second brother likes him. I’m not some old-fashioned woman. To put it bluntly, my son has gained a lot of ‘pleasure’ from marrying him, so I consider it a win for us. But look at Shen He—what does she have? I won’t even mention her looks; she’s average at best. She’s cold as ice and even less talkative than your eldest brother. I suspect her inability to conceive is because she’s asexually indifferent.”

“Then why did you have them marry in the first place?”

“Your brother was willing! Besides, my company was hit with a major hurdle back then—trouble going public. Shen He has a good background… the only good thing about her is having a father who’s a high official. Speaking of which, I do feel a bit bad for your eldest brother. He was only in his early twenties then. He’s not like your second brother, who started switching girlfriends one after another in high school; when he met Shen He, he hadn’t even had a serious girlfriend. His willingness to marry was likely just to share my burdens.”

Yan Yuan sighed: “It’s not so bad. I think the Eldest Brother and Sister-in-law are doing fine. Every time they appear together, I think of the phrase ‘mutual respect’!”

“You silly girl, what’s the use of just ‘mutual respect’ between husband and wife? It’s true your brother respects her, but there’s not a single spark in his eyes when he looks at her. Now look at your second brother—look at the sparks in his eyes when he looks at Xiao Qin…”

“My second brother has sparks for everyone. Since he was a kid, his eyes have always looked a bit ‘lusty.’ Who knows if the sparks he has for Qi Liangqin are real or just an act.”

The matriarch sighed: “Good daughter, neither of your brothers brings me peace. I’m counting on you now. Your marriage must satisfy me—and you must be satisfied as well.”

Qi Liang felt sheepish for quite a while. He felt the matriarch’s words were actually quite fair. He quietly took a step back, pushed the door open, then slammed it shut with a loud “bang” before walking out.

When the matriarch saw him emerge, she put on a cold face: “It’s just a family meal; who are you dressing up for?”

Qi Liang said submissively: “I usually dress quite sloppily and was afraid Mom would be unhappy seeing it… I’ll dress more casually from now on…”

Yan Yuan asked with a smile: “Why isn’t Second Brother back? Where did he go?”

Qi Liang froze: “I don’t know.”

The matriarch’s face turned displeased again: “You don’t know where your own husband went? Do you expect me to call and ask him just to tell you?!”

“Mom…” Yan Yuan tried to smooth things over, pulling her mother’s arm: “Look, Second Sister-in-law is blushing.”

Qi Liang was blushing, but not because he was too ashamed of the matriarch’s scolding. He was blushing because of that one line: “You don’t know where your own husband went?”

Husband… hehehe.

Qi Liang thought shyly that he didn’t have a husband. If he did, he would definitely call him “husband” day and night. With a red face, he stole a glance at the matriarch and quickly lowered his head, pressing his legs together.

Husband… He was still savoring the word. He thought that, setting aside Yan Baizong or Yan Songwei—setting aside all these “rich, handsome, and tall” types—he would be quite satisfied even with an ordinary man for a husband.

“I’ll call Second Brother,” Yan Yuan said, pulling out her phone. “Always staying out and leaving the ‘wife’ to stay in an empty room alone.”

“Uh…” Qi Liang said shyly, “You don’t have to call me that… just call me by my name.”

“I was wondering why it sounded so weird,” the matriarch said. “Why are you calling him ‘Sister-in-law’? It sounds like a ladyboy.”

Yan Yuan’s call went through, and she put it on speaker, laughing: “Second Brother, Second Sister-in-law is waiting for you to come home for dinner. Where are you?”

“Something came up at the company; I’m with a client. Tell him to eat first, no need to wait for me.”

Qi Liang coughed and leaned in closer to ask: “When are you coming back?”

“I don’t know. No need to wait, I’m hanging up.”

Where could Yan Songwei be at this moment? Naturally, he was in Tan Qingqing’s “gentle village.” The matriarch glanced at Qi Liang and said: “Keep a good eye on your man.”

“Songwei is very honest,” Qi Liang said, a line he didn’t even believe himself.

The two Yan sons were polar opposites in both looks and temperament. Yan Baizong was cold and exceptionally upright—walking, sitting, and acting with the grace of a soldier. Yan Songwei was “loose”—he wouldn’t stand if he could sit, and wouldn’t sit if he could lie down; he was eloquent and full of smiles. Yan Baizong had never had a scandal, but Yan Songwei had a revolving door of girlfriends since high school and had even gotten girls pregnant a few times.

Yan Songwei, honest? No one would believe that—not even the Tan Qingqing who loved him, nor Yan Songwei himself.

“I can go home to sleep today,” Yan Songwei said, hugging Tan Qingqing’s soft waist. “If I don’t go back, my mom will start getting suspicious.”

“Go back then. It’s not like I’ve got you in handcuffs,” Tan Qingqing said with a womanly charm, her snake-like legs rubbing against him. “Who cares about your company anyway? You exhaust me every day.”

Yan Songwei laughed and kissed her again. Tan Qingqing pressed her hands against his solid, fair chest and asked: “Just as long as you behave yourself.”

“In my own home, right under my mother’s nose—are you still worried? Do you really think I’d bring someone home to mess around?”

“You know who I’m talking about.”

“Qi Liangqin?” Yan Songwei burst out laughing. “Do you really take your man for a ‘comrade’?”

“Everyone knows Liangqin was born good-looking. I heard from my sisters that you stinking men with a bit of money love to play around. Occasionally you want to switch tastes and ‘do’ a man—don’t think I don’t know.”

“I’ve honestly never ‘done’ a man, but hearing you say that, I actually want to try. I have buddies who have, and they say it’s tighter than a woman—so tight and ‘alive’ it’ll cost you your life.”

Angry, Tan Qingqing bit Yan Songwei’s neck: “Qi Liangqin is my childhood friend. If you dare touch him, I’m finished with you.”

Yan Songwei hugged her smooth back and laughed: “Sweetheart, you really love to get jealous. This Lord only has eyes for you; I can’t look at anything else.”

The two of them were entwined until nearly dark before Yan Songwei returned home. In the house, the three—the matriarch, Yan Yuan, and Qi Liang—were watching TV and chatting idly. Qi Liang was sitting there very properly.

“Mom, I’m back.” Yan Songwei felt a bit guilty. Seeing Yan Yuan beckon to him, he leaned down. Yan Yuan popped a piece of kiwi into his mouth. He ate it and stood up: “I’m going to take a shower. Talking business with clients—I’m exhausted.”

After Yan Songwei left, Yan Yuan said: “Who bit Second Brother’s neck? I saw it was even bleeding.”

Upon hearing this, Qi Liang immediately stood up and said sheepishly: “I’ll go in and check…”

He hurried back to the room and, upon entering, saw Yan Songwei taking off his clothes. He quickly turned to leave, but Yan Songwei called out to him: “Why are you hiding from me? Afraid I’ll harass you?”

Qi Liang stopped and said: “I’m afraid it’s inconvenient for you.”

“We’re both men; what’s inconvenient? Today Qingqing even told me she’s afraid I’ll sleep with you.”

Qi Liang smiled and said: “Aren’t you straight?”

“Aren’t you, too?” Yan Songwei stopped his movements and turned to look at him.

“…Yes,” Qi Liang replied with a very guilty heart. “Of course I am.”

Yan Songwei laughed, his tone sounding as if he were enjoying a joke: “Stop acting with me; Qingqing told me everything. You had a crush on your class monitor in junior high.”

Qi Liang was too embarrassed to say anything. Yan Songwei said: “It’s fine. I have a few ‘comrade’ friends; I don’t discriminate.”

Although Yan Songwei didn’t discriminate, when it came to sleeping at night, Yan Songwei took the big bed while Qi Liang had to sleep on the floor—this was the old rule. Even though they were both men, sleeping in one bed was ultimately a bit awkward. Fortunately, this was exactly how it was in the novel; otherwise, Qi Liang wouldn’t have known how to share a bed with Yan Songwei.

However, Yan Songwei snored quite loudly once he fell asleep. Qi Liang tossed and turned, unable to sleep, feeling a bit irritable. He got up and went to the living room, poured a cup of water, and slumped onto the sofa.

After drinking the hot water, his body began to sweat a bit. He unbuttoned his collar, revealing his chest, and leaned back on the sofa. Later, for comfort, he simply kicked off his slippers and rested his bare white feet on the edge of the sofa.

He didn’t know how long he lay there, but he actually fell asleep. When he sat up with a start, the sky was not yet bright. He rubbed his eyes and suddenly found a thin blanket over his body.

He hurried off the sofa, looking at the pitch-black surroundings, with only faint light from outside. He didn’t know who had seen him sleeping there; if it were the matriarch, she likely felt too embarrassed to scold him today but would surely do so tomorrow.

With this thought, he grabbed the blanket and hurried back to the bedroom. Just as he was about to lie down, he saw light outside the window.

More precisely, the room opposite was lit up. Yan Baizong was back. He had returned in the middle of the night.

The thin blanket was placed on him by Yan Baizong.

Suddenly, all sleepiness vanished, replaced only by a heart full of joy. Then he wondered: Did I look very ugly while sleeping? Was it very undignified with my chest exposed? He remembered his exposed chest just now—had Yan Baizong seen it in the cool air?

He looked down at his own body. As the “top-tier shou” of the novel, Qi Liangqin possessed all the best assets a shou should have—every part was of excellent “color, scent, and taste,” waiting for someone to savor it.

The Qi Liangqin of the novel wanted to offer these as a sacrifice, but he wanted to hide them away. He could only show them to his future husband. If Yan Baizong isn’t his husband, how can he look?

He thought shyly, his mind filled entirely with Yan Baizong’s resolute and handsome face.