QTIAD v1c8

Quick Transmigration: I’m Almost Dead
v1c8 - Big Shot (8/20)
Translated by gudetokki.

Xiao* Qiao = Little Qiao (Qiao MingYue)
*address for someone younger & familiar.

Ch8 - You are the biggest

Qin Feng stood in front of the monitor. He waved his hand and everyone else stepped out. The door was closed.

From the monitor, the ambiguous and indulgent sound spread wantonly inside the room. It spiralled and became a one-man show.

Holding a cigar in his mouth, Qin Feng slowly took a puff and watched the passionate live broadcast through a thin layer of smoke, there was a big bulge under his iron-gray trousers.

He could go upstairs right now and pulled the man's legs apart but he did not.

This kind of thing, giving a concern to it was wrong.

If it was just a physical desire then it was far from enough to make him impulsive.

He let this person stay because there was a mystery unsolved.

Now he seemingly discovered that it was one mystery after another.

Qin Feng leaned in slightly, the gaze behind the lenses pierced the screen. From inside his pupils, the young man with eyes closed tight, was gasping incessantly, crying bitterly, and his hands and feet were trembling and twitching.

He took a deep breath and laughed.

Detoxification could also be so out of the ordinary. Interesting.

。。。

A month later, Chen You returned back to a human. He was washed several times from head to toe, then carried out of the room and moved into another room.

Unlike the previous room, the one he was in now was extremely spacious, exquisitely furnished and the air inside emitted a nice smell.

It was a luxury.

Chen You reclined on the bed and looked at the crystal lamp overhead. He felt that he would never forget this one month’s experience even after he completed all his missions and returned home.

It was d*mn tragic.

But also marvelous.

"When I go back, I will show off to the three monkeys in the dormitory that I quit drugs."

Chen You shook his legs. "Do you think they’ll believe it?"

He did not give 444 a chance to answer and said to himself, "They definitely wouldn’t believe it."

Only a fool would believe.

Some time passed and the door was opened from the outside. Sound of footsteps came closer, accompanied by a faint fragrance of ink and books.

Chen You was lying down motionless and lazily raised his eyelids a little. A dead mouse feels no cold.

Qin Feng had his hands in his pockets and one couldn’t tell what he was thinking. When he was silent, his lips were pressed and a formidable might was released, making people shiver.

Chen You used to play the staring contest with others before and never lost, but not this time, he was too hungry.

"Is there something to eat?"

Qin Feng made no indication.

Chen You lifted his butt, and with one big push, he jumped up and pounced forward.

Qin Feng, completely on reflex, took out his hands from his trouser pockets and opened his arms to catch.

The two men collided, like the sky falling and the earth splitting.

Chen You covered his forehead, jumping up and down in pain and blurted out, "D*mn it, is your head made of iron? Why is it so hard!"

It was dead silent in an instant.

Chen You looked up and saw the older man’s smiling-not-a-smile expression. He took a deep breath.

His eyeballs turned, then Chen You patted some non-existent dust on the man’s body like a lackey. "Er-ye, are you hurt? Do you want me to blow it for you?"

A hand pinched his lower jaw, the roughness felt like being traced by a knife. Chen You kept his mouth shut.

Qin Feng brought the pinched face right under his eyes, "It’s a pity that you don’t pursue acting."

Chen You’s eye corners twitched and his brain was racing. With a difficult to distinguish true from false tone, he said, "Er-ye, I’m afraid you don’t believe me, if there was no accident in my family, I wanted to apply to the Film Academy."

Qin Feng raised his brows, "If you take the exam, you’ll definitely come first in your major."

Chen You secretly rolled his eyes, what fart, he never did because he failed terribly at the crying scene.

A person like him was apathetic by nature and seemed to have no tear glands. However, once he entered the virtual world, he changed into another person’s body and cried like a dog.

"Er-ye, can we chat while eating?"

Chen You licked his dry lips and said with a bitter smile, "I’m starving."

A short time later, he was sitting at one end of the long table in the living room, feeling separated worlds apart from Qin Feng.

Well, it was all right for the rich to brag, but everything on the table was vegetarian dishes.

This was outrageous.

You can’t eat then do not eat, you don’t even allow others to eat ah.

Chen You pushed aside the plate of stir-fried shredded potato in front of him. He wanted to eat meat.

Ever since Qiao MingYue followed Qin Feng, he was careful in all respects and his mouth was not stained with a trace of meat or fish. Even if Qin Feng did not kiss him, his breath could be smelled when they spoke. He dreaded and was afraid of being abandoned.

Chen You sighed in despair, as a carnivore, he just wanted to eat meat, and to not eat it for a meal, his body would feel unwell.

This was one of the difficulties in getting close to Qin Feng.

Pushing a few mouthful of rice dispiritedly, Chen You leaned back and rested his legs casually; lazy and boneless.

The servants were all dumbstruck. How graceful was young master Qiao, just standing was like a painting. However this one, no sitting manner when sitting, no table manners when eating, a low class who could not be taken outside, there was really no way to compare.

"What happened to Sir?"

Nothing happened to Qin Feng, it was just a brain fart*.
*mental lapse.

When Qin Feng heard the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding, lips smacking, chair shifting, sighing and other sounds, he wanted to press the person on the table and buckled up the food.

Chen You did it on purpose.

In order to attract this person’s attention, he was prepared to shed a layer of skin and to lose a piece of meat.

His casual gaze that swept the area stopped at a piano, Chen You could not help remembering the past.

When he was young, his father and mother took him to a musical instrument store. He stood dazedly within a pile of musical instruments, looking at this and that, and finally refused to move from the piano there.

His parents were happy that their son liked the piano so much. He would definitely have great prospects in the future.

They scrimped and saved for more than half a year and there was a new piano at home.

Chen You began his days of seeing each other was not as good as not seeing each other* with the piano. He was half-dead until he graduated from primary school but only learned a song called Starry Sky.
*better not to meet.

His mother was brokenhearted and made a lot of threats and promises to Chen You. Her hair was turning white.

Chen You refused to learn and also disliked it. He often quarreled with his mother about it.

Afterwards, he lost his mother.

When Chen You returned to himself, he was already standing in front of the piano with his hands on the keys.

Various emotions flashed across his face, stunned and confused, plus anxious and at a loss of what to do. After a long time, his fingers moved and played the only song he’d ever known in his life, Starry Sky.

Qin Feng saw the young man in front of the piano. He had shed his muddy and clumsy disguise and left behind a face full of sadness and it was real without a trace of impurity.

He was more lovely.

At this time, a servant reported that young master Tang had come.

"Uncle."

When Tang Jue entered the door, he saw someone at the piano and thought it was Qiao MingYue. He was about to call out for Xiao Qiao but his voice was forcibly stuck in his throat.

The person was not Qiao MingYue.

The figure should be tall and thin with short hair, and the butt should be perkier and rounder.

After seeing who it was, Tang Jue’s eyeballs nearly popped out.

Why did uncle keep a seller* at home? Even if Qiao MingYue was performing abroad and he felt lonely and empty, there were still plenty of candidates ah.
*prostitute.

Tang Jue’s second reaction was that luckily Zhuang Xiao was still unaware of this. His ass had been prepared for second uncle for nearly 20 years. It was understandable that he lost to Qiao MingYue, who allowed him to have that face? However, knowing a duck* from the sewer could live here, he would vomit blood.
*male prostitute.

Chen You was a polite child, "Young master Tang, hello."

Stretching out his hand without smiling, Tang Jue forced the corners of his mouth to tilt upwards, "Hello."

After the greeting, Chen You did not stay in the living room. He found an excuse to return to his room.

Tang Jue stared at the man going up the stairs. "Uncle, I heard that Xiao Qiao will return next month?"

Qin Feng wiped his mouth, "Mn."

Tang Jue was a little confused about his second uncle’s situation. "I think Xiao Qiao is very suitable for you."　　

Qin Feng crossed his long legs, "Is that so?"

"En," said Tang Jue, "he has a clean family background, a good work style and no contact with unclean people and things. He’s also an artist with a simple mind."

"Since he is so good," Qin Feng continued, "why don’t I let him follow you?"

Tang Jue’s heart thumped, "Uncle, don’t make fun of me."

"Xiao Qiao’s heart is set on uncle. When we normally met, we’re all invisible to him."

He gulped. He did not understand how the more he spoke, the more stiff the atmosphere became.

Could it be that uncle was tired of Qiao MingYue?

It was impossible, right? His face was a replica of the man who died many years ago.

This point alone was enough.　

Under the terrible pressure, Tang Jue had no choice but to change the subject and get down to business. In a few days his company would hold a dinner banquet thus he wished to invite his uncle to support him.

Qin Feng said, "Depends on the day’s situation."

Since it was not a flat refusal, Tang Jue was very satisfied. He loosened up, his words lost their edge and he started to make lewd talks.

"Uncle, where did you and Xiao Qiao usually handle affairs?"

"See the mood."

Tang Jue said ambiguously, "Have you tried it on the window sill?"

Qin Feng drunk some tea, "Never tried."

"Then you can try it next time," Tang Jue said with a wide smile, "I guarantee it’ll be absolutely exciting."

After chatting for a while, Qin Feng received a phone call. Tang Jue swayed and wandered around and went upstairs.

In the bathroom in the hallway, Chen You was whistling. If he didn’t whistle a few times, the water would not flow.

Suddenly there were footsteps coming from behind, Chen You trembled and quickly stuffed his little thing back, embarrassed.

Tang Jue came over with a profound look. "Boy, I advise you to leave quickly now while you still can. Or else, when you want to leave later, you won’t be able to..."

Chen You also had a heavy face, hey bro, I also want to leave, I don’t want to stay ah. However, your second uncle is my mission target. I need to settle him before I can go to the next level.

Tang Jue did not bother hiding his disdain. "A person like you who couldn’t even make it in Gold, I really don’t know what’s wrong with uncle."

Chen You remained unperturbed. It was useless to goad him. He had a clear goal and was already on the road and couldn’t turn back.

In the eyes of others, he was just shameless.

Tang Jue scolded him in his heart. His need to urinate interfered with brain cells so he faced the urinal and shook out his big guy.

Chen You subconsciously took a glance, and then another glance. He sighed, indeed, like uncle, like nephew.

"How is it?" Tang Jue laughed frivolously, "Is it much bigger than your customers?"

"Yes, much bigger."

Chen You inadvertently moved his line of sight and saw a tall silhouette at the doorway. His neck stiffened.

He’s dead.

Just now his perverted manner must have been seen by Qin Feng.

Tang Jue was still showing off, "Compared with my uncle?"

Chen You rolled his eyes, compare your mom, great nephew, you looked behind ah, your uncle’s eyes were like a viper about to eat its prey.

Getting no response from the other, Tang Jue felt displeased thinking that a seller dared to put on airs with him. He turned around planning to humiliate him. Catching sight of his uncle, he immediately jumped back in fright and knocked against the urinal, "Unc... Uncle."

He was so frightened that his face turned white. He stuttered, "That um, we..."

Chen You continued, "Misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding."

Qin Feng chuckled, appearing refined and gentle, "Is it good-looking?"

The two men’s scalp went numb.

"Not good-looking." Shaking his head like a rattle, Chen You said firmly, "You are the biggest, the most good-looking, really, trust me."

Qin Feng, "..."

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T/N: This is not a cliffhanger, trust me.

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