After Transmigrating into the Main Shou, I Topped the Paranoid Big Shot 75

Chapter 75: Ruan Chi’s Perspective

The Ruan Residence.
A ten-year-old boy had a head of slightly curly short hair, fine and soft. His skin was delicate and fair, his features exquisite and three-dimensional, as if drawn.
If one looked closely, the black pupils under his long eyelashes were chillingly still, as was his voice. A boy’s voice before puberty should have been delicate and crisp, but he had suppressed it to be low and deep, like a nondescript little adult.
“What is this thing?”
And the object of his words was the little white dog held in the maid’s arms.
The little white dog was curled into a small ball, trembling slightly from being in an unfamiliar environment. But it couldn’t help but be curious, its black, beady eyes darting around.
“…It’s a Pomeranian,” the maid said, quite helplessly. “Young Master Chi, this is a gift from the Old Master.”
“He didn’t ask me first,” Ruan Chi said faintly, making it clear that he had no interest in a creature that children couldn’t resist.
“The Old Master wanted to give you a surprise.”
“Raising this kind of thing… is very troublesome,” Ruan Chi said. “Take it away.”

The maid was at a loss for words. Both out of professional ethics and knowing that this child had just lost his parents, she spoke again with great patience:
“You just have to play with it. We will be responsible for the other work. Of course, if you are willing, you can also feed it. Feeding is the best way to enhance the bond with small animals…”
Only then did Ruan Chi carefully look at the dog, but he didn’t know how long its black eyes had been staring at him.
Although it had a fluffy coat of fur, from the size of it in the maid’s arms, the body underneath the fur should be very small. So small it was fragile. With a human hand, it could probably be easily strangled.
Ruan Chi raised a hand and slowly reached towards the little dog.
And then…
It was licked by a wet, hot tongue.
Ruan Chi was shocked and quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
It was the first time the maid had seen such a childish expression on his face. She secretly held back her laughter and said boldly, “Young Master Chi, do you want to hold it? It has been bathed and vaccinated. It’s very clean.”
Ruan Chi took the little white dog with a straight face. Although he was stiff all over from the warm and soft touch, he still remained expressionless.
The maid added, “Young Master Chi, you should give it a name.”
Ruan Chi: “Mm.”
Since her task was completed, the maid did not stay long and said goodbye, “Then I’ll go out first. Shall I bring its food and water bowls up and put them at the door of your room?”
Ruan Chi: “Mm.”

When the maid left the room, Ruan Chi quickly threw the little white dog onto the floor like a hot potato.
The little white dog shook its fur, stretched its body, and wobbled towards the slightly moving target in the room.
Ruan Chi stopped, and the little white dog also stopped by his feet, motionless. Then it looked up, sizing him up with its black eyes that were free of any impurities.
“Go away,” Ruan Chi said.
The little white dog naturally did not understand human language but tilted its head to one side, as if it were listening intently.
The little white dog did not go away, so Ruan Chi had to go away himself.
He had just walked a few steps when the little white dog trotted after him again. Like a piece of dog-skin plaster, it followed him wherever he went.
Ruan Chi: …
He had no choice but to climb onto the bed to hide.
Of course, the little white dog could not climb onto the bed, which was about a meter high from the ground. Even if it raised its head high, it would be difficult to see the little boy hiding in the center of the bed.
But a puppy’s sense of smell was very sensitive. It circled the huge bed, trying its best to find the familiar scent. After circling a few times, it finally stopped moving.
Ruan Chi heard the sound of the puppy’s footsteps disappear and let out a long sigh of relief. He quietly moved to the edge of the bed to take a look.
He saw the little white dog lying on his slippers, curled into a small ball… asleep.
He curiously leaned down and gently stroked the little white dog’s soft fur.

Being licked by a puppy’s tongue was not disgusting. Puppies ate the cleanest food. Their tongues were the tools they used to groom and clean their fur, and also a sign of their affection and loyalty.
But people were different.
People were too dirty. From head to toe, inside and out, both body and mind, were so.
Ruan Chi had always thought so. Of course, he would not deny that he was also one of these humans.
No matter how beautiful a shell was, it would become boring after looking at it for a long time. Even if the essence beneath the beautiful shell was not ugly, it was also uniformly boring and vulgar.

An Lan unilaterally thought that he and Zong Mo had that kind of relationship and was always trying to push the person to him. In fact, it was for Zong Mo’s own good. She hoped that Zong Mo could please his sponsor and get some high-quality resources.
After all, a beautiful shell did not have a long shelf life.
Zong Mo did not understand An Lan’s painstaking efforts. He was full of resistance but lacked the courage to resist. If he were the kind of old man who liked to play with beautiful boys, he would have been annoyed long ago.
He had spent the same amount of money. Why not choose a proactive and sweet-talking little cutie? The world was not short of beautiful children like Zong Mo.
But he, Ruan Chi, just liked to see others unhappy. When he saw others unhappy, he was happy.
It was barely interesting.
Until one day, something more interesting happened.
Zong Mo snatched his wine glass.
Ruan Chi: …
Not only did he snatch his wine glass, but he also reached out to rub his stomach.
Ruan Chi was stiff for a second and found that the feeling was not bad. It was just Zong Mo’s eyes that made him a little confused. He couldn’t figure out if this person was trying to relieve his stomach cramps out of kindness, or if he was after the skin above his stomach.
But at least Zong Mo still remembered his duty and sent him home.
Too much socializing and too much alcohol. Ruan Chi was exhausted both physically and mentally and just wanted to sleep first.
Zong Mo actually broke into his room again.
And then, while feeding him congee, his eyes were darting around.
Ruan Chi: …
This guy’s guts were really not ordinary, but it felt not bad.

This was indeed a stranger.
Perhaps it was some ghost that had taken over the nest, inheriting some of the original owner’s memories, so he knew who he was but was not afraid of him.
Not afraid of him, yet he readily agreed to all his requests, even more obedient than the original Zong Mo.
…A little strange.
However, being a little obedient was cuter.
He would obediently cook and eat with him every day, and even wagged his non-existent tail for praise.
Unfortunately, Ruan Chi did not have the habit of praising people.
He had always been objective, pointing out the pros and cons of the proposals submitted by his employees. If it was good, it was good. If it was not, it was not. He could also add a scolding, to prevent these guys from becoming arrogant and complacent.
As for a general praise like “good,” “not bad,” “great,” it was meaningless besides adding to useless vanity. It was better to list the problems one by one. He had always been educated this way.
He and Zong Mo were too different.
He even strived to be concise and to the point when he cursed people. He had no idea that someone would be overthinking all night because of some ethereal things.

Zong Mo was very obedient most of the time, but he would occasionally throw a small tantrum.
This was even cuter.
Before long, Ruan Chi discovered that Zong Mo not only listened to his words but also did not reject others much.
Zong Mo seemed to have a habit of taking care of and accommodating others, considering others before himself, and being gentle and kind to people without discrimination.
It was a little annoying.
Even so, as long as he was Zong Mo’s sponsor for a day, Zong Mo would not be able to leave him for a day.
A puppy loves all ugly humans. But as long as it is by its master’s side, its eyes will only have its own master.
It would be good if it could be like this forever. It didn’t matter if Zong Mo didn’t like him.

It was the first time Ruan Chi had seen such a little fool who had no interest in money and was extremely easy to deceive.
It was also the first time he had felt so powerless.
Besides money, what else could make people happy?
He really couldn’t think of anything.
He thought for a long time and decided to trick Zong Mo once.
Only by being unscrupulous could one make a lot of money. As long as one could achieve their wish, what did it matter how despicable the process was? When he was acquiring the companies that others cherished, and when he was snatching the shares of his dearest relatives, what means had he not used?
His life dictionary was actually very simple. There was nothing that could hold him back.
No apologies, because there was no need. No regrets, because it was unnecessary.
If you don’t get the result you want, it’s just that you’re not as good as others. Instead of regretting and wasting time, it’s better to reflect on yourself and not foolishly repeat the same mistakes.
But Zong Mo always made him regret.
There was also no lying in his dictionary, because he disdained it. But this time he had lied, and he even felt regret for his own lie.
This feeling was really terrible.

Ruan Chi had thought that a creature like a puppy only had one emotion: happiness.
It would be happy to see him, happy to follow at his heels. It could eat some tasteless food, play with some crude and simple toys, and still be so happy that it would wag its tail.
But people were different.
Humans possessed all the disgusting emotions of greed, anger, jealousy, and arrogance, and these emotions were the dominant force that manipulated human actions.
Humans would also feel sadness, an emotion that was useless besides being a burden.
Humans were really an extremely troublesome creature. Ruan Chi thought to himself, this creature had only one value: to provide him with pleasure.
But Zong Mo always made him angry. That was fine. Compared to being angry himself, he didn’t want Zong Mo to be angry.
So troublesome.
Forget it.
Compared to making Zong Mo angry, he didn’t want to make Zong Mo sad.
The more Zong Mo cried, the more annoyed he was. The more annoyed he was, the less he wanted to make Zong Mo sad.
He had said not to cry, but Zong Mo still cried, becoming more and more disobedient every day.
Why did he have to find these troubles for himself?
He was clearly annoyed, but the words that came to his lips became gentle and slow, “Don’t cry.”
His mood was terrible. His heart also felt a stabbing pain, like his stomach. It was very uncomfortable.
This feeling was suffocating, causing the strings of reason to snap, the threads of thought to become a tangled mess, and his clear mind to become a complete mess.
It was terrible. His orderly life had never been so terrible.
Even so, he did not want to leave.
How could he abandon him? He would never abandon him. He was even willing to personally strangle all the bastards who made him sad. Even if he was one of these bastards, what did it matter?
He wanted this person to be happy, forever and ever. Like a puppy, always bright and brilliant, never sad or worried. Always happy, always joyful.