The Crematorium’s Scum Gong Gets to Clock Off After Being Replaced 27

Chapter 27: Dog-Blood High Society

Gu Xiu felt like a stress-relief squishy toy on a desk.

Lu Shichen first gently pressed his upper abdomen, then started rubbing in circles, the circles getting bigger and bigger. As he rubbed, he passed his navel and came to his lower abdomen…

Gu Xiu felt that something was wrong and quickly grabbed his hand. “That’s enough, Ninth Uncle. It doesn’t hurt anymore…”

Who knew that Lu Shichen would say, “You don’t have to be strong in front of me.”

Then he forcefully pried his hand away and continued to rub. He even found his shirt to be in the way, and his warm palm slipped in from under the hem of his clothes.

His face was still calm, as gentle and ascetic as when he was in a meeting.

Gu Xiu shivered. He felt an itching sensation spreading all over his body and struggled, twisting and turning. “Really, really, that’s enough, Ninth Uncle!”

Lu Shichen didn’t forget his little scheme from before and deliberately asked him, “Then do you still want to go to the hospital?”

007 was making a racket in his mind: 【Jiujiu! This plot is already 50% complete! Push a little harder! We’re not aiming for a perfect score, just get it to about 70% and we’ll be done!】

Gu Xiu: 【Neither of us went to the hospital… what plot are we following? Don’t be too ridiculous.】

Lu Shichen in front of him was relentless. His gray eyes were scrutinizing, making all his little thoughts have nowhere to hide.

But it was a pity. As a paper character in a novel world, Lu Shichen probably would never have dreamed of Gu Xiu’s origin, nor could he have guessed the content of his conversation with 007.

Gu Xiu pursed his lips. “If we’re not going, then we’re not going.”

Lu Shichen was slightly satisfied and reminded him, “You just promised me a few days ago to make a clean break with Jiang Yuan Yao.”

Gu Xiu quickly argued, “What I promised was not to contact him on my own initiative… Now he’s in the hospital. This is a very urgent matter!”

Coincidentally, Gu Xiu’s phone rang. It was Jiang Yuan Yao.

When it came to matters concerning Jiang Yuan Yao, Gu Xiu reacted quickly. “This time it’s not me who’s looking for him. He’s sick…”

Lu Shichen snatched his phone without a word and answered.

“This is Lu Shichen,” Lu Shichen’s voice was faint, but it was filled with a natural authority. “Gu Xiu has nothing to do with you now. Don’t call and harass him anymore.”

He added a subtle threat, “Just focus on your acting, you know?”

The other side immediately went silent. Lu Shichen also hung up the phone decisively.

“Give me back my phone!” Gu Xiu pounced on him to snatch his phone.

Lu Shichen dodged nimbly and just happened to catch Gu Xiu, who had delivered himself to his door, in his arms.

Gu Xiu was stunned.

Lu Shichen held him tightly, his palm gently stroking his hair. He once again asked the question that he had only dared to ask when he was his Ninth Uncle, while he was asleep.

“What’s so good about that guy?”

Gu Xiu was at a loss for words. “I…”

He didn’t know if the question was too difficult to answer, or if Lu Shichen’s embrace made him feel uncomfortable.

That hand stroked the back of his head again.

Even though he didn’t get an answer, he still coaxed him like a child, his voice low and slow, “Be good. Stay by my side.”

【Wow! The plot completion rate is 100%!】 007 screamed in surprise and even asked without any sense of boundaries, 【How did it get completed so easily? Jiujiu, are you as love-deprived as the protagonist shou?】

Gu Xiu: “…” Shut up.

Since 007 and a series of judgment systems were all unreliable, the plot was a mess, but it had created its own logic and successfully reached its destination. This plot could be considered complete.

Next, Lu Shichen went to the company to work and did not ask Gu Xiu to accompany him. There was no new plot to follow.

Gu Xiu was bored at home. He wanted to try again to see if he could earn enough money to redeem himself. He live-streamed for a few days in a row, letting his hungry fans feast their eyes.

The haters’ hatred for him grew day by day.

【Ugh, so boring. Why is he streaming the same thing every day…】

【Came here because of the hype, and this is it?】

【He even wears a mask when he works out. He must be really ugly】

【I’m not saying this to be mean, but some people are too materialistic these days. They see someone who’s a little rich and they stick to them, calling them husband, without even knowing if they’re a person or a ghost [666]】

Thanks to Gu Xiu’s persistent efforts, he could reap countless hater rants every day, which made his live stream’s popularity higher and higher. From time to time, he could even get on the trending lists of the platform and Weibo.

The only thing Gu Xiu cared about was his live stream income.

With the scattered donations from his fans and the top contributor who was far ahead of the rest, his income had already reached seven figures. He was making a fortune.

But paying off his debt was still a distant dream… Besides, even if he paid it off, would Lu Shichen let him go?

After closing the lively live stream, Gu Xiu was filled with melancholy and let out a long sigh.

He spread out on the king-size bed in a star shape. The small silver ball of light skillfully flew directly above him, blocking the dazzling ceiling light—although this fat ball was even more dazzling, the current Gu Xiu was in no mood to complain about him.

007 shook its head and asked with some consideration, 【Jiujiu, what’s wrong?】

Gu Xiu sighed again.

There was no one else in the room. He raised his hands, hooked them, and held the small ball of light in his palm.

“I feel like my retirement life might be hopeless,” he said directly. “Should I just leave after the mission is over?”

Getting entangled with Lu Shichen like this was also a huge trouble.

【You can if you want to.】 007 said. 【Then you have to work harder. Hurry up and matchmake the protagonist gong and shou, let them… ouch!】

The small ball of light was thrown out and rolled a few times on the carpet.

007 had no physical form. The ball of light was a product of mental energy externalization. Even Gu Xiu couldn’t touch it, only feeling the faint and insubstantial pulling of a ball of willow-catkin-like mental energy link. But this thing was quite good at pretending to be a ball.

【Matchmake my ass. You do it yourself!】

Gu Xiu got out of bed and kicked the small ball of light a few more times.

007 couldn’t feel pain. It was just a ball of data in its head, but it was still screaming in anger.

There were cameras all over the villa, installed for security purposes during the renovation.

The former Lu Shichen naturally had no intention of prying into his cousin-nephew’s private life. But now, he couldn’t help but sigh at his own foresight.

It was just that he had been busy with work recently and only had time to check the surveillance footage from the past few days the next day.

Gu Xiu had not left the villa for two full weeks. He was live-streaming every day, either showing off his wealth or working out, or both. His spiritual life seemed quite empty and deprived.

Until last night, after the live stream ended.

Is he… kicking a ball of air?

Lu Shichen’s brow furrowed. He rewound the surveillance footage, frame by frame, to confirm carefully.

Starting from when Gu Xiu ended his stream and lay down on the bed.

It was fine to say that Gu Xiu was staring at the ceiling with a blank expression, but it also made sense to say that he was staring at a ball of air.

After a moment, he stretched out his arms, as if he had caught an invisible balloon from mid-air.

Just as Lu Shichen was racking his brains, he suddenly heard him say to himself, “I feel like my retirement life might be hopeless. Should I just leave after the mission is over?”

What?

Lu Shichen’s face suddenly changed.

What retirement? What mission? What leave? Every word was familiar, but he didn’t understand any of them. Yet it instantly put him on high alert.

Then, Gu Xiu swung his hands, got out of bed, and kicked at the air.

Lu Shichen repeatedly paused the surveillance, took screenshots, and zoomed in, not letting go of any tiny clue.

There was indeed nothing in the room except for Gu Xiu, but it was strange everywhere.

—There was something in this room that he couldn’t see.

The moment this thought occurred to him, several images flashed through Lu Shichen’s mind—for example, the night he had hugged and kissed Gu Xiu by the street lamp. It was as if something was in the way, sticking to Gu Xiu like a piece of dog-skin plaster, disturbing their tender moment.

Lu Shichen, the dignified chairman of a large group, the favored protagonist gong in a Jinjiang novel, his intuition and judgment were extremely sharp.

More memory fragments also gradually connected.

The first time he felt that Gu Xiu was different from before was at the regular meeting three months ago.

Gu Xiu was sleeping on the table, as lazy, unruly, and impolite as he remembered. After being warned by him, he picked up his phone and left.

Then, in the bathroom, he heard Gu Xiu on the phone and saw his powdered face up close.

It was a kind of temperament that even heavy makeup couldn’t hide.

It came from those bright black eyes.

From that day on, he felt that Gu Xiu was different.

The light brown mole on his Adam’s apple, the single and double eyelids that switched with his mental state, the sweet and crispy nutty scent on his body, the undisguised little thoughts. Even his malicious fake smile was handsome and charming.

Recalling those trivial matters, an involuntary smile appeared on Lu Shichen’s lips.

But.

“…Should I just leave after the mission is over?”

This sentence was forcefully squeezed into his mind, and he couldn’t get rid of it.

He couldn’t sleep all night.

After a night of dreams, Gu Xiu also didn’t sleep well. In the early morning, Gu Xiu was groggily woken up by the sunlight.

He opened his sleepy eyes and clearly saw the person sitting by his bed. He shivered and quickly sat up.

Lu Shichen, on the other hand, showed a slightly surprised expression and said, “Don’t mind me, go to sleep. I’m about to leave.”

Gu Xiu: “You… I…”

“Go to sleep.”

Gu Xiu lay down again, his eyes still fixed on the person by the bed. It was less vigilance and more incomprehension.

Lu Shichen tucked him in. Seeing that he wasn’t sleeping, he said a few more words, “I will take good care of you, love you, for a lifetime. I can give you anything you want, so don’t leave me, okay?”

A lifetime, what a long and heavy promise. But Gu Xiu’s “lifetime” in this world was probably only a little over a month left.

His eyes flickered, and he didn’t answer directly.

He could indulge his body as he pleased, like those colleagues in the Quick Transmigration Bureau who indulged in endless lust. But it was easier said than done to treat all these things as a game and separate his body from his emotions.

Lu Shichen was oblivious. He carefully pushed back the messy hair that was stuck to his cheeks and forehead, pulled the pillow that had run away back to the correct position, and finally, he lightly supported his cheek and gently touched it.

Gu Xiu sighed lightly. His mind was still filled with the dream of turning into a little bird last night. He had flown all night and was finally caught by Lu Shichen and put in a cage. It was as if he had slept but not slept, his brain was both tired and heavy.

He suddenly remembered what the top contributor had told him, to live in the moment.

At least at this moment, all the ethereal text descriptions in the novel were real.

The large hand on his cheek was soft and steady, continuously radiating heat, but its movements were too light, touching him so faintly. He simply pressed his cheek firmly against it and fell asleep with his eyes closed, as peacefully as a weary bird returning to its nest.

Lu Shichen’s low and magnetic voice fell, “Good boy, go to sleep.”

When he was asleep, those gray eyes, as gentle as water, instantly condensed into a boundless ice field. “Gu Xiu, don’t leave me.”