The Spoiled Little Beauty is Always Abusing the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration] 11

Chapter 11: The Spoiled Villain in a Period Novel 11

The sky was so overcast it looked like it was about to rain. Even the mist over the distant mountains looked gray.

Wang Zhi was afraid of being caught in a downpour, so after a glance at the sky, he quickly shouldered the firewood he had just gathered on the mountain and hurried home.

However, he never expected to run into such a scene—

Not far away.

The white mist made the boy’s face look even more refined and pale. He had his head slightly lowered, looking quite serious as he placed his soft palm in the man’s hand.

Their palms were pressed tightly together, and then their grip changed from a tight hold to intertwined fingers, as if their relationship was unbreakable, both clingy and full of dependence.

Wang Zhi unconsciously dropped his firewood.

He stared at the scene in shock, for a moment unable to suppress his voice. “You two—”

Hearing the voice, Shu He and Xu Nongqing both looked over at the same time.

Wang Zhi’s expression was a little strange, and also strangely excited.

His eyes stared at them knowingly, as if he had discovered some earth-shattering secret.

Shu He was confused and tilted his head slightly.

Wang Zhi’s eyelid twitched. He didn’t understand why the two of them didn’t show any of the flustered embarrassment of having their relationship exposed.

Especially Xu Nongqing. His eyes were so dark they were almost indifferent. When he glanced over, it made Wang Zhi feel uncomfortable and also reminded him of the time he had been knocked into a ditch by a sweet potato.

His overexcited brain instantly sobered up by half.

“What do you want?” Shu He didn’t like Wang Zhi and frowned. “Is there something you need?”

Wang Zhi picked up his firewood again.

He put on a fawning smile. He said it was nothing, but his shifty eyes kept darting to their still-intertwined hands.

Wang Zhi was still suspicious.

However, it was normal for men to hold hands or put their arms around each other’s shoulders, so Wang Zhi was momentarily unsure whether it was because his own orientation was not normal that he saw everything as suspicious, or if the two of them really—

He stood to the side of the road and watched Shu He walk away, ignoring him.

Still pulling Xu Nongqing’s hand.

Wang Zhi licked his lips, staring at the boy’s retreating back. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the lingering, fresh scent of Shu He in the air. Desire suddenly surged.

He felt the same impulse he had when he first saw Shu He.

If it was true.

—Then if Xu Nongqing could, why couldn’t he?

*

By the time they got home, Shu He’s hands were warm. He looked down at their still-intertwined hands, gave a little tug, and broke free.

As their pressed palms separated, a large gust of cold wind immediately rushed in. Xu Nongqing let his hand fall to his side, his brow twitching slightly as he lowered his gaze.

Shu He automatically interpreted this subtle change in expression as the protagonist feeling liberated.

After all, no one liked to be forced.

He was a dedicated little villain today too!

Shu He thought happily, his gaze sweeping over the letter on the table. He remembered he hadn’t read the letter he received last night.

He immediately went over to open the envelope, not noticing where Xu Nongqing had gone.

This letter was a routine expression of concern from his mom and dad.

In the letter, they asked about Shu He’s health, and whether he was eating and sleeping on time.

They asked what day he planned to come home this year. It was almost New Year’s, and they were preparing to send someone to pick him up.

Shu He spread out a piece of paper to write a reply. He tapped his cheek with the end of his pen, deep in thought. A flash of inspiration struck.

Got it!

I know how to prevent the protagonist from affecting my family when he has his Dragon King comeback!

Shu He’s almond eyes sparkled. He proudly asked the system in his mind: 【Brother 1, are protagonists generally loyal and righteous?】

The system hadn’t made a peep in the last two days.

It had to restrain itself from using 【That Tone】 with Shu He. In fact, it already felt that the direction of Shu He’s mission had gone astray recently.

But it couldn’t put its finger on what was wrong.

After all, the detection threshold in the backend showed that the pressure on the protagonist had been steadily increasing, which meant Shu He’s mission was very successful.

The system was silent for a moment before its cold, mechanical voice replied: 【Not necessarily. Some protagonists are heartless and unrighteous.】

Huh?

Then Xu Nongqing… should be somewhere in between.

Shu He had just thought of a good idea, only to find that its success rate was now only fifty percent. He chewed on his pen and said in frustration: 【I want to mention him to my mom and dad. During the New Year, they can give him a New Year’s red envelope as a thank you for taking care of me.】

【If we do more things like this, Xu Nongqing should see that my mom and dad are good people and only bully me, not them, right?】

Shu He pursed his lips, a shallow dimple appearing on his cheek. He picked up his pen and wrote about how good Xu Nongqing was, then said that he wouldn’t be going home for the New Year this year.

He would spend the New Year here.

As he wrote, Shu He felt his hands getting cold again. He had to put down his pen and cup his hands over his warm face to warm them up.

It was at this moment that Xu Nongqing came in with a bowl.

Hearing the noise, Shu He looked up at him. Their eyes met, and Xu Nongqing’s dark eyes reflected the boy’s somewhat naive appearance as he cupped his cheeks.

He placed the bowl in front of Shu He, his gaze avoiding the letter spread out on the table, giving him his privacy.

Xu Nongqing just raised his hand, his thumb unintentionally brushing against Shu He’s cheek as he took his cold hand in his own hot one.

He only touched it for a moment before letting go. Shu He was a little unhappy, wanting to continue using the “hand-warmer,” but Xu Nongqing gently tapped the table with his knuckle, gesturing for him to look at the bowl.

Shu He sniffed.

The bitter smell of medicine made his mind go blank for a second.

“I don’t want to drink it…”

So bitter.

The medicine was bitter, and being a villain was bitter too.

Shu He pressed his soft lips together, his dimples showing his unhappiness. He reached out, saying he didn’t want to drink it, but still obediently picked up the bowl.

Xu Nongqing watched him quietly.

He watched his brow, the tip of his nose, the lips stained with the medicinal soup.

After a moment, Xu Nongqing suddenly said, “Be careful of Wang Zhi.”

The medicine was so bitter that Shu He’s almond eyes filled with moisture. He looked at Xu Nongqing with a slight delay, his voice muffled and soft. “I-I have bodyguards.”

He had four bodyguards.

Wang Zhi couldn’t bully him.

Xu Nongqing said nothing more. He went to the woodshed to prepare today’s lunch.

*

Shu He’s health was not good.

The colder the weather, the weaker his constitution. When winter arrived in January, the major universities were on break, and the village gradually filled with young people.

But Shu He no longer went out.

It was always raining outside. He was like a little bird in its nest, huddled by the charcoal fire. The temperature was sometimes cold, sometimes extremely cold. In a moment of carelessness, Shu He caught a cold and had a fever.

But he himself didn’t notice.

When he woke up in the morning, Shu He only felt a little top-heavy. He groggily brushed his teeth and washed his face, then sat dazedly at the dining table, looking at the bowl of noodle soup in front of him with no appetite.

Shu He suddenly looked up.

Behind him, Xu Nongqing reached out and brushed the dark hair from his forehead, placing his hand on his hot forehead.

Shu He turned his head to avoid it, his almond eyes, which were shimmering with a soft moisture, still staring at him unblinkingly. His originally snow-white cheeks were flushed with fever, his eyelashes damp. At this moment, he was pure and innocent, yet as stunningly beautiful as a rose in full bloom.

Xu Nongqing’s hand clenched. He looked down at Shu He calmly. “You have a fever.”

Shu He’s mind went blank.

He slowly said “Oh,” looking a little dazed and obedient, and also a little sad.

“Then… then what should I do?”

Xu Nongqing reached out and pulled him. “Go to the village clinic.”

Shu He stood up with the pull, his legs a little weak. He fell into Xu Nongqing’s arms, his already feverish and muddled brain now even more confused.

The next second, a hand pulled the hood up from behind him. Shu He’s head was hidden inside, and his entire body was lifted onto Xu Nongqing’s back.

His vision suddenly heightened. Shu He reflexively wrapped his arms around Xu Nongqing’s neck. His almond eyes widened, his thoughts clearing a little. He could clearly feel a large palm passing under his knees, holding him firmly.

Shu He turned his head, his soft, somewhat hot breath spreading across the back of Xu Nongqing’s neck as he spoke.

“Xu Nongqing.”

Xu Nongqing pushed open the door and walked out.

His steps were fast but exceptionally steady. Shu He didn’t even feel a jolt on his back.

He heard the man’s low voice grunt in acknowledgment.

The wind outside was indeed strong. Shu He’s exposed hands could clearly feel the cold wind scraping against them inch by inch. Fortunately, he was wearing a hood, so his face was protected.

Shu He turned his head, his soft lips unconsciously pressing against the back of Xu Nongqing’s neck. Xu Nongqing’s steps paused, his eyes darkening, but it was as if it was just an illusion.

“Xu Nongqing.”

Shu He called again, dejectedly. “I want to wear my pajamas.”

Xu Nongqing: “Wear them when we get back.”

“I want to wear them now.”

He was willful and spoiled, his arms tightening around Xu Nongqing’s neck. “Why are you taking me to the village clinic?”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“We’re not on good terms.”

Xu Nongqing lowered his eyes, a slight, emotionless curve appearing on his lips. “So I should have pretended not to see?”

Shu He randomly raised his hand and pressed it against Xu Nongqing’s Adam’s apple. “Alright, you’re a loyal and righteous person, right?”

Wrong.

Xu Nongqing said in his heart.

He stopped, looked up at the sign of the village clinic, and carried Shu He inside.

The village doctor took Shu He’s temperature. It was 37.9 degrees Celsius. He needed an injection to bring down the fever.

Hearing this, Shu He held out his somewhat cold hand.

Xu Nongqing sat down next to him. Shu He turned his head, not watching the needle go into the back of his hand. He rested his head on Xu Nongqing’s shoulder and asked him to hold his cold hand to warm it up.

Xu Nongqing did as he was told.

He looked down at Shu He’s profile, his large palm holding his slender white hand tightly.

Shu He felt that Xu Nongqing’s shoulder was too hard, so he tilted his head slightly, but his gaze met his.

Xu Nongqing didn’t flinch or look away, still watching him. His dark eyes reflected the boy’s somewhat pale face.

The clinic was quiet, with the sound of rain falling outside. There was no charcoal fire here. Shu He felt cold and puffed out his cheeks slightly.

A low sigh seemed to come from his side.

Then, Xu Nongqing actually took off his own jacket and leaned over to cover Shu He’s legs with it. Shu He was stunned. He looked down at the jacket, then blankly at the man whose expression was still hard to read.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asked.

Xu Nongqing said indifferently, “It doesn’t matter. You hate me, don’t you?”

“…”

【The protagonist is a loyal and righteous person.】

Shu He sniffled, his nose red, and secretly spoke to the system in his mind. 【When he rises to power in the future, he definitely won’t touch my family.】

System: 【What if he comes after you?】

【Then let him.】 Shu He said dejectedly. 【I’ll just beg for mercy and ask him to hit me lighter.】

System: 【…】

“I don’t want your jacket.”

In reality, Shu He pushed the jacket back. “If you get sick, there will be no one to cook for me.”

Xu Nongqing didn’t speak, still covering Shu He’s legs with the jacket. He lowered his handsome brow, his hand once again taking Shu He’s cold fingers and holding them in his palm.

Shu He felt that he had been so oppressed by the little villain that he no longer knew how to resist.

*

Two hours later, the IV drip was finished. Xu Nongqing paid, put on his jacket when they went out, and still carried Shu He on his back.

Shu He wrapped his arms around his neck. In his line of sight, a bus slowly drove by, its wheels kicking up mud as it came to a stop.

Old people and young men and women got off one after another.

They were all from Wang Family Village.

Shu He lay on Xu Nongqing’s back, his cheek also pressed against it. He listlessly watched the bus. Among the young men and women who got off, a girl suddenly seemed to notice his gaze and turned to look this way.

“Brother.”

Wang Wanwan suddenly grabbed Wang Zhi’s clothes tightly, her eyes fixed on the boy who was gradually moving away. “Who is that? Who is on Xu Nongqing’s back?”

Wang Zhi irritably shook off her hand. The last time Wang Wanwan came home for summer vacation, she looked down on him and didn’t want to talk to him. What was she up to this time?

He said impatiently, “A rich young master from the city. What, you like him?”

His father had said to have his cousin Wang Wanwan try to get close to the young master, but Wang Zhi thought it was impossible.

A young master from the city and a village belle from the countryside. Ha, what a gap.

Wang Wanwan’s eyes darted around. “A young master from the city? What do you mean? Explain it clearly.”

In her memory, no rich young master had ever come to Wang Family Village.