Quick Transmigration: I'm Almost Dead

v1c17 - Big Shot (17/20)

Translated by gudetokki.

Ch17 - I don't want to die

Chen You was very anxious. He didn't want to spend too long at the first level. Hence he began to smell oil fumes in the kitchen three times a day, stir-frying and making soup, all to feed Emperor Qin. He also insisted on doing it from early morning and continued to do so in the evening, anytime and anywhere, without missing a single day. However, the mission made absolutely no progress.

He had no idea which part of Qin Feng's heart was struck to achieve the previous 5 points decrement.

In this way, Chen You muddle-headedly pa.s.sed his days having s*x with Qin Feng for more than half a month.

To be honest, he was a little tired.

However, Qin Feng not only did not get tired, he was still full of enthusiasm.

Just as Chen You was scratching his heart and lungs and eager to jump off a building, the dinner banquet of Tang Jue's company was ushered in.

Although the outside world all knew that Qiao MingYue was Qin Feng's person, this was not a secret. Even everyone tacitly regarded Qiao MingYue as another master of the Qin family and treated him as such.

But Qin Feng never brought Qiao MingYue to such occasions.

However this time, Qiao MingYue was invited as a great pianist.

When Qin Feng said he would bring Chen You to the banquet, Chen You was stunned. But he couldn't go, he was afraid of seeing old customers and might even meet a dozen.

That would not be fun at all.

"I'm not going."

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows, this little liar could always surprise him, "Why wouldn't you go?"

Chen You lay p.r.o.ne on the bed, "Sore waist."

Qin Feng looked at him whining, "Then you stay at home."

Chen You gestured bye-bye to him.

Qin Feng walked to the door, went back and flicked the forehead of the man on the bed.

It was the first time he had done this so he had not grasped his strength well.

Chen You covered his forehead in pain. Brother ah, I can understand that you want to have a little romance with me, but this is not how it works, okay?

"Go go."

Chen You turned over and lay down. Out of sight, out of mind.

The back of his head was rubbed once and then again. He exploded, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

There was no movement.

Chen You turned around and found that the man's face was pitch-black and overflowing with viciousness. Cold chills ran up his back and he hurriedly put his head together, "Let you rub, let you rub."

Qin Feng suddenly laughed. His figure was well-defined and handsome, but the smile on his face made people feel there was an evil wind blowing.

"Are you itchy?"

Chen You swallowed hard, big shot, when you smile, my b.a.l.l.s hurt, really.

"A little." He dryly laughed, "I'll scratch it myself, no need to trouble Er-ye."

Qin Feng faintly said, "Lie down."

Qiao MingYue was standing in the corridor, strands of hair in front of his forehead covered his brows and eyes, casting a shadow.

The sound of car engines could be heard. Chen You jumped out of bed and ran to the window. He saw two cars. Qin Feng was in the front car and Qiao MingYue was in the next car.

The two of them went to the same place but did not travel together.

Because Qiao MingYue was not Qin Feng's companion tonight.

Chen You scratched his chin and went back to sleep, bewildered.

。。。

He heard a piano playing downstairs, it was unknown when Qiao MingYue had returned from the dinner in advance.

Was Qin Feng flirting with someone else at the dinner banquet? Qiao MingYue couldn't stand it and so he left?

Chen You immediately overturned this hypothesis. If Qin Feng had such great skills, pigs could climb trees.

He lay stiff like a corpse on the bed, not planning to play a dagger hidden in smiles with Qiao MingYue.

The piano sounds continued playing and never stopped. This was not important. Only, could it be changed to something gentler, softer and mellower? Why was it so intense, oppressive and dreadful, sounding like the foreign devils(the j.a.ps) have entered the village.

Chen You couldn't stand it, scratched his hair and went downstairs.

In the servants' eyes, Qiao MingYue was out of favor while Chen You was now holding the emperor's belt, having the best momentum of a master, he was expected to advance and sit on the palace seat.

No choice, working for a rich and powerful family, one's imagination (to make up plots) was like a flavoring agent, otherwise it would be boring to death.

As Chen You walked into the living room, the sound of the piano lid slamming down sounded. His footsteps stopped and his eyes looked over.

What was this? Going to take off the armor and went into battle with him?

The strange atmosphere was spreading, and the servants and Uncle w.a.n.g remained silent.

Chen You sat down on the sofa, habitually folded his legs and asked the servant to pour him a c.o.ke.

Once he spoke, the atmosphere was restored.

Qiao MingYue sat in front of the piano and wiped his palms with a handkerchief. "I heard that Mr. Zhou can also play the piano?"

Chen You replied, "I only know one song, Starry Sky."

Qiao MingYue smiled, "Let's see how you do?"

Chen You frankly gave it a try.

Qiao MingYue listened with drooping eyelids and judged he was at most a beginner. The curve of his lips deepened but there was no smile in his eyes.

When the last note of "Starry Sky" ended, Chen You was relieved. His finger joints ached and he pressed wrongly several times in the middle.

Mom, luckily you can't see this world and won't know how badly I played.

Qiao MingYue asked, "Did Mr. Zhou learn it as a child?"

"Yes."  Chen You added, "I had almost forgotten what I learned at home."

Qiao MingYue chuckled, "Come to speak of it, I was also required to learn at home."

Chen You, "..."

Alright Bro, I already know what you want to say, you're better than me.

Qiao MingYue asked out of the blue, "Mr. Zhou, let's go out together for dinner?"

Chen You narrowed his eyes. "Okay."

After they left, Uncle w.a.n.g thought there was something fishy the more he thought about it. He got more panicky and immediately called to report.

At the dinner banquet, Qin Feng called Qiao MingYue but no one answered. Chen You didn't have a cell phone.

He frowned and his eyes darkened.

Tang Jue walked over and found the other's mood was not right. "Second Uncle, is everything all right?"

Qin Feng loosened his tie and left without saying a word.

Tang Jue blinked, did Xiao Qiao cause trouble? It seemed like it.

In a French restaurant, Chen You pursed his lips. He was a sc.u.m in his studies and also a poor man who had never eaten French food.

When he discovered that the menu was a string of undecipherable characters, he knew Qiao MingYue was trying to embarra.s.s him.

Chen You was unperturbed. He's already dead, what else could he not accept?

"Qiao gongzi, can you help me? I can't read the above-mentioned French."

Qiao MingYue's face froze. He could see that the other party was not awkward or embarra.s.sed at all. "Then just follow what I order?"

Chen You didn't reject, "Okay."

Not long after, the waiter served the food and red wine.

Qiao MingYue's every move when eating was very elegant, "Er-ye likes to eat the foie gras from this restaurant."

Chen You wolfed down his food and swallowed without biting, "It's tasty."

He picked up his gla.s.s and poured some wine into his mouth to dilute the taste that he couldn't adapt to.

Qiao MingYue laughed aloud, "Mr. Zhou, that's not how you drink the wine."

"Really?" Chen You said, "I don't quite understand. How do I drink it?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Qiao MingYue's eyes. Was this person really indifferent to anything or was his mind too deep? He sounded him out many times but it was like hitting cotton.

Chen You roughly knew what Qiao MingYue was thinking. He was lazy to speak more. Now he just wanted to go back and eat egg fried rice with seaweed soup, that would satisfy him.

The night was boundless. As soon as they left the restaurant, Chen You and Qiao MingYue were pushed into a van.

"The Big Shot's Lover, Choose Me" was now playing, starring: Chen You, Qiao MingYue and supporting actors: four strong men with rough builds.