Sickly Bigshot CH 02 Gender
Translated by The BL Muse (ko-fi)
The man narrowed his eyes slightly. Even though he was looking up at Shi Zhou from his current position, his gaze carried a scrutinizing, almost imperious weight—though it vanished in an instant, leaving Shi Zhou wondering if he’d imagined it.
"V01. Left after exiting." The man closed his eyes.
Shi Zhou’s heart pounded like a war drum. He quickly hauled the man up just as the chaotic footsteps grew louder.
This body was noticeably smaller and weaker than his original one. Thankfully, the man wasn’t completely dead weight and could still manage a few steps on his own.
The moment Shi Zhou dragged him inside, a loud “BANG!” echoed from the restroom—they’d started kicking stall doors open.
The private room they were now in was massive, easily twice the size of the one Shi Zhou had been in earlier, and far more luxurious. Even the décor screamed money.
When they entered, six to seven pairs of eyes snapped toward them.
Perhaps it was the eye-searing combination of Shi Zhou’s neon-pink bunny dress, heavy makeup, and exaggerated contouring, but the room fell into stunned silence.
One man finally snapped out of it and hurried over, respectfully handing a medicine box to the man. "Mr. Qin, the server will bring warm water shortly."
The "Mr. Qin" had already shaken off Shi Zhou’s grip the moment they entered. Now, he took the medicine and leaned back on the sofa, eyes shut, saying nothing.
Shi Zhou met the room’s collective bewildered stares. Thankfully, his skin was thick enough to handle it. With a blink, he adjusted his expression into something resembling dignified composure—or at least, the cold CEO facade he’d spent years perfecting.
But internally, Shi Zhou was frantically reassessing.
Had the transmigration glitched? Did I swap genders?
From what he remembered of the novel (skimmed at best), the original cannon fodder did not have a cross-dressing hobby.
This "Mr. Qin" clearly held significant status. Despite the room’s frozen expressions, no one dared question Shi Zhou’s presence. The moment he sat down, the previously slouching guests straightened up like soldiers at inspection.
Shi Zhou’s sharp eyes caught a bowl of fruit candies on the table. Remembering the man’s low blood sugar, he grabbed one, peeled it, and fed it to him like a doting lover.
Old habits died hard. Now that the immediate danger had passed, Shi Zhou’s inner lecher resurfaced. His fingertips “accidentally” brushed this Mr. Qin’s lips as he withdrew.
Qin Yancheng was too dizzy—and in too much stomach pain—to care whether this gender-ambiguous brat was doing it on purpose.
He ate the candy, chewing it dry before repeating the process with two stomach pills from the medicine box.
After a moment, the world stopped spinning. Qin Yancheng turned his head and studied Shi Zhou in silence.
The room’s lights were now fully on, the music dead. Every gaze was locked onto Shi Zhou.
The silence was so thick you could hear a pin drop.
Shi Zhou met their stares head-on and decided: If I don’t feel awkward, they will.
So he smiled politely, as if this were perfectly normal, and even adjusted his fluffy pink bunny skirt with grace.
Qin Yancheng watched him for a long moment before frowning slightly—as if visually offended.
Shi Zhou internally grumbled. What? Am I that ugly?
He touched his face. Thick layers of makeup. Higher up—long, silky hair. He tugged a strand. Ouch. Not a wig.
Fuck. The transmigration really did glitch. They assigned the wrong gender.
Qin Yancheng finally looked away, sweeping a glance at the others. They immediately took the hint.
"Mr. Qin, take care of your health. We’ll leave first."
As they filed out, their thoughts were practically audible: So Mr. Qin like this type, eh?
The man famously avoided women—but wasn’t into men either. And this… person? After staring for so long, they still couldn’t decide if they were a trap or a ladyboy.
Once alone, Shi Zhou finally got a proper look at this Qin Yancheng under the light.
His beauty was undeniable, but what struck people first was his aura—cold, domineering, and clearly not someone to provoke.
Yet Shi Zhou couldn’t stop staring.
He’d always been gayer than a rainbow, with a well-documented weakness for pretty faces. (A habit that got him into trouble as a reckless rich kid, back when his older brother had to clean up his messes.)
But this man? On another level.
Every "beauty" Shi Zhou had ever seen suddenly paled in comparison.
If not for his current pallor, if his complexion was healthier, he might’ve been an even more of a stunner.
Even a simple white button down shirt looked like high fashion on him, sleeves rolled up to reveal toned forearms with just the right amount of muscle.
Shi Zhou swallowed hard.
A strange, restless heat prickled under his skin. Was it the room’s temperature? Or just unfiltered lust? He kept feeling as if something wasn't right.
Qin Yancheng’s frown deepened at Shi Zhou’s blatant ogling.
Snapping out of it, Shi Zhou coughed and summoned his "Young Master Shi" persona—the icy, untouchable young CEO image he’d always donned in front of outsiders.
A server finally arrived with the belated glass of warm water. Qin Yancheng took a sip, and once they were alone again, he spoke, tone laced with dry amusement:
"Care to introduce yourself? Preferably starting with your gender."
The voice in the restroom had been unmistakably male. But looking at his Questionable clothing and makeup choice he seemed to be female.
And that face—
That face, Qin Yancheng recognized.
Shi Zhou hummed, tilting his head as if pondering life’s great mysteries. Then, without warning, he hiked up his skirt!
Under the pink lace bunny print was a pair of even cutesier strawberry-patterned safety shorts.
Shi Zhou stared at the very obvious bulge for two full seconds before declaring:
"I think I’m male? Mr. Qin, wanna double-check for me?"
Qin Yancheng: "......?!!"
He averted his eyes the instant the skirt went up, voice sharp with disbelief: "You don’t know your own gender?!"
"Precision is the foundation of integrity," Shi Zhou intoned solemnly. "One careless move, and the whole game is lost."
Qin Yancheng’s eye twitched. After a long pause, he said, voice dripping with distaste. "Wash your face. Let me see you without the makeup."
Shi Zhou was already heading for the bathroom. He’d been dying to see his true face in this life anyway.
He wondered why this Mr. Qin went to the public restroom earlier when there was one here?
Using hand soap as a makeshift cleanser, Shi Zhou scrubbed off the thick layers of foundation. Then, just to be thorough, he tugged down the safety shorts to confirm everything was still in working order and whether he had shrunk any.
Heat.
He felt even more heated.
He clearly didn’t even want to do anything, but his body had other ideas. A certain part of his anatomy was already shifting into first gear, the inexplicable fire spreading lower, fogging his brain.