Sickly Bigshot CH 03 Overheated
Translated by The BL Muse (ko-fi)
Qin Yancheng swallowed another pill with water. Before he could even set the glass down—
“BANG!”
The private room’s door was kicked open, slamming against the wall before rebounding with a deafening crash.
Apparently, some people believed foot-operated doors maximized intimidation. The leader, wielding a steel pipe, strode in with seven or eight thugs behind him—each radiating "I’m a bad guy" energy.
They flooded inside without hesitation.
Before the bald leader could even scan the room for his target—
“WHAM!”
A heavy glass cup smashed into his shiny scalp, followed by a splash of water trickling down his face.
The impact was brutal. Blood quickly mixed with the water.
"What the fuck?!" The bald man roared, rolling up his sleeves—until his eyes landed on the figure lounging on the sofa.
Instantly, his expression morphed into obsequious delight:
"Mr. Qin! It’s you! My deepest apologies! This lowly one got carried away—please don’t take offense!"
Qin Yancheng nodded mildly. "Mm."
A lackey whispered, "Boss, shouldn’t we still search—"
The bald man, face half-covered in blood, met Qin Yancheng’s frosty, sardonic half-smile and immediately smacked the lackey. "Search your mother! Get out!"
Qin Yancheng heard the running water in the bathroom stop during the confrontation, but the "pink bunny" hadn’t emerged.
Not that it mattered. No one would dare snatch someone from his private room.
"Come out. They’re gone," Qin Yancheng called.
Silence.
Where was the boldness from earlier? The audacity to lift his skirt in public? Was he actually scared of those nobodies?
After a few minutes, Qin Yancheng stood and knocked sharply on the door. "Out."
A faint rustling sound—then the door flew open and a body suddenly crashed into him.
Shi Zhou’s face was flushed, eyes glazed. He clung to Qin Yancheng’s neck, stroking his cheek before shamelessly trying to slide a hand under his shirt.
"Oho~ A beauty!"
Qin Yancheng peeled him off and demanded coldly, "What’s wrong with you?"
He'd only asked him to wash his face but now he reeked of alcohol despite it having only been ten minutes at most.
But faced with this oddity, Qin Yancheng had no desire to ponder it because at this moment Shi Zhou was plastered against him, arms locked around his waist like a koala bear.
The lace skirt rubbed against Qin Yancheng’s slacks, and he could feel a certain unnerving sensation. Instantly, he stiffened.
Shi Zhou tilted his head up, lips parted, eyes dewey, his soft skin flushed red. Then—he rose on tiptoe and kissed Qin Yamcheng’s jaw.
His lips were soft and his hot breath brushed against Qin Yancheng's chin and neck. Shi Zhou smiled brightly, "Mwah! Your turn now~ No take-backs!"
Qin Yancheng’s frown deepened. This wasn’t just drunkenness. The overheated clinginess, the reckless grinding—someone had drugged him.
"Come on, gorgeous~ They call you... Mr. Qin? Qin what? Oh! Qin Luofu, right? All Qins are beauties!" (TN: a classical love song “Mulberry Lane” that tells of a beautiful young woman named Qin Luofu proudly rejecting the advances of a local official, at the same time boasting of the virtues of her own husband.)
He then belted out, "The Qin family has a fair maiden, her name is Luo Fu—"
Qin Yancheng ignored him with an expressionless face. He wiped his jaw with a tissue, grabbed his coat, and turned to leave.
Shi Zhou immediately lunged, wrapping around him like ivy. "No escaping! Beauty, I’m rich—I’ll buy you bags and jewelry…"
Qin Yancheng studied Shi Zhou’s freshly washed face. The resemblance was stronger now—60-70%.
A wave of revulsion surged through him. Had there been witnesses, they’d have fled from Qin Yancheng’s expression alone:
The eternally impassive man looked like a caged beast, fingers twitching toward Shi Zhou’s throat!
Shi Zhou, drunk and oblivious, nuzzled Qin Yancheng’s shirt, completely unaware of any danger.
Qin Yancheng shut his eyes tight and exhaled sharply. When his eyes reopened, the storm had passed.
He scooped Shi Zhou up, draping his coat over the bunny skirt.
Fine. For the sake of that face, he won’t leave him to those vultures.
Shi Zhou immediately locked his arms around Qin Yancheng’s neck, attempting another kiss.
Qin Yancheng’s voice dropped to a warning growl, "Move again, and I drop you."
Shi Zhou heard this and clung tighter, afraid he really would loosen his hold and let him drop.
Ain Yancheng threw him into the backseat of his car. The moment the engine started, Shi Zhou popped upwards and cranes his neck over the seat, "Your car’s so spacious~ Perfect for car sex—"
Qin Yancheng: "......"
HeI should’ve left him on the curb.
Luckily, the drug’s effects were fading. After wriggling out of his dress, Shi Zhou collapsed naked across the seats, asleep.
Qin Residence.
Aunt Zhang saw the garden lights flicker on and knew Mr. Qin had come back. She was just about to go to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles when she was shocked in place.
Qin Yancheng was carrying a naked, long-haired "girl", only his suit jacket preserving modesty. But the exposed collarbones and slender legs only sparked imagination.
Had he... drugged, stripped and abducted someone?!
Aunt Zhang nearly wept. After decades of celibacy, Mr. Qin’s first romance is non-consensual?!
"Aunt Zhang, prepare a guest room," Qin Yancheng ordered.
Huh? Not sharing a bed?
Aunt Zheng could only suppress her gossiping urge and clear her throat, "All other rooms are under renovation”.
"Then the sofa. Fetch him some of my clothes and a blanket."
Post-shower, Qin Yancheng opened his bedroom door while drying his hair to find a starfish-shaped intruder sprawled across his bed.
"Aunt Zhang. Who said he could sleep here?"
"Ah? But I didn't…"
Shi Zhou blinked awake, indignant: "How dare you treat me like this! You—you’re heartless! Cruel! Unreasonable! I’ve never slept on a sofa!"
"Get out." Naturally, Qin Yancheng ordered heartlessly, cruelly, and unreasonably. “Aunt Zhang, change the sheets.”
Shi Zhou shot up, his eyes widening in shock. "I’m not even treating you with distaste, yet you’re treating me with distaste?!"
No matter what, Shi Zhou refused to leave. Raised in luxury, his sleep standards were pea princess-tier: king-sized bed, memory foam mattress, latex pillow.
Though Shi Zhou was usually adaptable and knew when to compromise when sober, his drunken state had fully unleashed his pampered young master temper. The sofa was too narrow, too uncomfortable—what if he rolled off? No, only Qin Yancheng’s spacious bed and premium mattress would do, and he stubbornly refused to budge.
Even when forcibly relocated to the sofa, he’d just wriggled his way back on his own.
After several rounds of this drunken wrestling match, Qin Yancheng’s stomach pain flared up from the exertion. Finally, he resorted to swaddling Shi Zhou in a blanket, wrapping him up like a zongzi with a length of rope, and unceremoniously dumping the human dumpling onto the sofa.
Shi Zhou’s cheeks stayed flushed as he let out a drowsy, disgruntled "Hmph!" before settling in like a giant caterpillar loaf, finally subdued.
Qin Yancheng stared down at Shi Zhou’s face again, his fingers clenching unconsciously, jaw tensed—his expression unreadable.
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AN: Shi Zhou: "Who hasn’t made a drunken fool of themselves before? (:з)∠)_