Subst.i.tuting:

Young master Qiao = Qiao gongzi*.

*son of privilege/official/n.o.bility.

Quick Transmigration: I'm Almost Dead

v1c13 - Big Shot (13/20)

Translated by gudetokki.

Ch13 -  Watching the play

He wanted to say that he really relied on his hands.

Compared to his body, Qin Feng liked his hands better.

Qiao MingYue got out of the car and looked up at the sun overhead. Qin Feng was the emperor in Sang city. He had an exalted status and immense power. There were a lot of people after him. If there appeared other people beside him, even a group of them, it wouldn't be surprising.

However this time Qiao MingYue felt strange. Qin Feng actually fished out a seller from Gold, furthermore the cheapest and the lowest grade from there.

Not afraid of catching a disease and not finding him dirty.

After Qiao MingYue heard the news, he thought that the other party must have resembled the dead person more than him, similar to a large extent, hence Qin Feng would act like that.

As a result, looking at the picture, the length could only be counted correct, but there was not a single resemblance to the dead one.

He came back one day early and chose the day when Qin Feng was out on a business trip just to take a good look at that unusual person who successfully attracted Qin Feng.

The servants bobbed in greeting, "Qiao gongzi."

Qiao MingYue smiled and nodded, modest and una.s.suming.

Uncle w.a.n.g considered his words and asked, "Does Sir know that you are back?"

Qiao MingYue smiled, "I want to give him a surprise."

Uncle w.a.n.g secretly pulled his face, you took advantage when Sir was not in the city to come and give this surprise to the person inside right.

Everyone was already paralyzed with fright.

At the dining table, Chen You heard footsteps and voices at the door. He put down his spoon and turned to look.

The man who came in was in his early 30s. He was well-dressed, with fine eyebrows and skin as white as jade. His figure was slender with a supple waist. He stood out against the orange-peel face of Uncle w.a.n.g beside him and could readily partic.i.p.ate in a beauty contest.

"This is Mr. Zhou, right?"

Qiao MingYue let the servant fetch his bag and presented a box, "A small gift for our first meeting, I hope Mr. Zhou likes it."

Chen You took a glance, it was the latest mobile phone, a big spending ah. It wouldn't be right if he didn't reciprocate, "There's Tangyuan* in the kitchen, would Qiao gongzi like some?"

*glutinous rice b.a.l.l.s dessert.

Not long after, a dramatic scene took place at the dining table.

The former man and the new man sat face to face eating Tangyuan, this picture... simply burns the eyes.

The servants were already stunned, so was Uncle w.a.n.g. They soon found out that the harmony was fake, in reality the battle level had risen.

The smoke of gunpowder was filling the air and there was no smell.

Qiao MingYue ate gracefully, the spoon did not touch the bowl and the sound of chewing was completely negligible. This was a force of habit he had developed for a long time.

He listened to all kinds of noises made by the person in front of him, his face revealed astonishment.

The man who hated each and every noise more than he did could actually tolerate this, truly strange.

"The Tangyuan is very fragrant."

Chen You licked the sesame seeds off the corners of his mouth. "Since Qiao gongzi likes it, I'll make more next time."

Qiao MingYue drew a sword, "I thought it was done by the servants."

Chen You blocked it, "Er-ye is picky."

Qiao MingYue fought in close quarters, "Mr. Zhou can also make Tangyuan, I've never even entered the kitchen."

"Not even once?" Chen You unhurriedly counterattacked, "If you want to enter, I can take you in now."

Qiao MingYue, "..."　

Everyone, "..."

Qiao MingYue took out a hand-made handkerchief to wipe his mouth. He wiped carefully and slowly.

Chen You was a person of haste and disliked to dawdle. He pulled out a napkin and wiped casually.

The rough fellow's behavior made Qiao MingYue queasy. "Mr. Zhou, I just got off the plane and have not adjusted to the time difference. I'll go up first."

Chen You sighed discreetly with relief, "Oh, okay."

Qiao MingYue glanced at the bowl and spoon in front of him, "Then these..."

Chen You's left leg folded over his right and he slowly said, "I'll tidy up."

Qiao MingYue frowned, "How can we let you do a servant's work."

Chen You replied, "It's fine. If I live here and do nothing, then I'm no different than a pig."

Everyone couldn't help praising while rolling their eyes, this mouth was really more than enough.

On the contrary, Qiao MingYue was still as warm as jade with a smile on his face, "Then I'll be troubling Mr. Zhou."

Chen You mouthed see you later ah.

As he approached the corner of the stairs, Qiao MingYue pressed the pause b.u.t.ton and turned around, "Mr. Zhou, did the clothes and pants fit you well?"

Chen You smacked his lips. Qiao gongzi's teeth were really white, he probably used Crest whitening, it was extremely dazzling. He looked again and saw that the other side seemed to have a landmine in his arms. "It was not bad."

Qiao MingYue raised the landmine and threw it with a bang, "There are still several sets in my room's wardrobe, those clothes are all too big."

Chen You was charred inside and outside from the landmine explosion.

The f*ck, so what he was wearing was the clothes this person couldn't wear anymore, his leftover?

The underwear too?

Should not be, certainly not, really cannot be.

Chen You swept Uncle w.a.n.g out of the corner of his eyes, old man, say you did this, I don't know what to say, this is really embarra.s.sing.

Qiao gongzi was still waiting.

Chen You gritted his teeth and cracked his knuckles. He must not turn hostile on the spot, the stage was just set up, he had to keep on singing.

He pulled his lips and laughed hehheh, "The clothes are pretty good, thank you Qiao gongzi."

"I'm glad you like them." Qiao MingYue continued, "Uncle w.a.n.g, you can bring them to Mr. Zhou later."

Uncle w.a.n.g's old face could not be seen anymore, he wanted to take it off and stuff it in his pants.

After Qiao MingYue went upstairs, Chen You cleaned the table as if nothing happened, collected the bowl and spoon and went to the kitchen.

The people outside listened, a short while later, there was a sharp and clear sound inside the kitchen.

Uncle w.a.n.g immediately went over.

Chen You stood next to the broken bowl and rubbed his nose, "I'm sorry Uncle w.a.n.g, my hand slipped."

Uncle w.a.n.g said, "I'll have the servants clean up. Little Zhou, you can go and take a rest." You get out of here quickly, or the kitchen will be destroyed.

Chen You pursed his lips, "Okay."

Uncle w.a.n.g looked at the pool and then at the ground. He heaved a deep sigh, one was frank in temperament and one had a delicate mind, neither of them was good at bluffing.

At noon, both man upstairs did not come out and shut themselves in their room.

Uncle w.a.n.g was weighed down with worry and watched the gate from time to time. In the evening, when he saw Sir's car, he quickly went forward and confessed to his momentary carelessness.

"Sir, I think those clothes are still new, most of them even have brand tags. Qiao gongzi doesn't wear them either, it's a waste to just keep them."

How could Qin Feng have time to care for this trivial matter? He only let Uncle w.a.n.g purchase clothes for the little liar, he did not know there was such an oversight.

"What was his reaction?"

"Reaction?" Uncle w.a.n.g thought back and answered, "He said the clothes were pretty good and also expressed thanks to Qiao gongzi."

The corners of Qin Feng's mouth curved slightly, meaning he was bursting with rage.

"Sir, what do you think we should do..." Uncle w.a.n.g blamed himself. "I'm really old and muddleheaded."

"His brain is as big as a sesame seed, it can't hold much stuff. After one night, he would forget about it."

Qin Feng strode upstairs.

Uncle w.a.n.g was shocked, Sir's tone was somewhat intimate.

Qin Feng went directly to the innermost room in the corridor. He turned the doork.n.o.b and went in. The young man sat on the bed with his back to him.

In the halo of the evening light, that back figure looked thin and melancholy.

Did the incident during the day hurt his self-esteem?

Qin Feng took a few steps closer and his face sank in an instant. "Give me the phone."

Chen You was concentrating hard to shoot flames at the monsters. Using One Yang Finger* to poke poke poke. "Not giving."

*The solar finger/laser shooting technique.

Qin Feng's voice grew dangerous, "Give it to me."

Chen You's body shook and his b.u.t.t ached, his words were not so strong, "Wait a moment."

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, "Give or not?"

Chen You poked rapidly and vigorously, "Big Bro ah, you're not cute like this."

A hand stretched over and took the phone away. His finger was still in the motion of poking.

In response, Chen You jumped onto Qin Feng angrily, grabbing and biting, "Give it back to me, dammit, I'm dead!"

At the door, Qiao MingYue was watching the play with his arms folded.

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The author has something to say:

Talking about age, Chen You was a college soph.o.m.ore before his sudden death, he was 19.

Qin Feng was in his early 40s and Qiao MingYue was in his early 30s.

T/N: Zhou Yi (the host body) was 26.