The Spoiled Little Beauty is Always Abusing the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration] 15

Chapter 15: The Spoiled Villain in a Period Novel 15

Shu He looked at the camera and hesitantly curved his lips into a slight smile.

His smile was a little serene, naive, and his eyes also curved slightly. The dimples on his cheeks were faintly visible. He looked very obedient, and also a little shy in front of the camera.

His almond eyes were translucent, so pure they were alluring.

His pale skin, under the illumination of the lighting board, was so white it was almost transparent, making one wonder if a light touch of a finger would leave a vivid red mark.

For some reason, the owner’s heart started to beat a little faster.

He hurriedly pressed the camera, steadied his nerves, and refocused.

The boy’s posture was proper.

His back was straight, like a pine or bamboo, his temperament noble and refined, so clean he was untouched by dust.

He gave off the feeling of an ancient ink wash landscape painting, leaving one stunned for a long time, the aftertaste of his beauty lingering.

As for the other gentleman, it was clear he didn’t smile much.

He only pulled at the corners of his lips, for a rare moment giving off a sense of unease.

But the owner felt that this combination was just right. He squinted and took several pictures in a row with a series of clicks.

When the owner went to develop the photos, Shu He came out of the photo booth. He went to grab Xu Nongqing’s sleeve and whispered to him, “What brotherly bond is there between us? Can’t the owner tell?”

Xu Nongqing looked down at him. “Can’t tell what?”

“The tense atmosphere between us,” Shu He said. “We don’t look like we have any feelings for each other, right?”

Xu Nongqing flattened his lips. “You can ask the owner.”

That was out of the question.

That kind of question was not easy to ask.

Shu He let go of Xu Nongqing’s sleeve and went to watch the owner develop the photos. After he left, Xu Nongqing looked down at his wrinkled clothes, and slowly smoothed out the fabric.

The warmth of Shu He’s fingers still lingered on it.

“How many do you want?”

The owner laid the developed photos on the table. After a thought, he added, “Can I get your authorization? I’ll put the photos in the shop for promotion. I’ll give you all of these, how about it?”

Shu He: “Sure.”

The owner looked at Xu Nongqing again.

Xu Nongqing: “It’s up to him.”

“Alright, thank you.” The owner was overjoyed. With such photos as a signboard in the shop, he didn’t believe business wouldn’t be good.

Xu Nongqing paid and took the five photos. Shu He leaned in and curiously took one.

When they walked out of the photo studio, a thin layer of white frost had already settled on the buildings.

He tapped the Xu Nongqing in the photo with his finger and looked back at him. “Your smile is so forced. You didn’t want to take it, but you still did.”

Xu Nongqing: “It wasn’t forced.”

Shu He didn’t believe him.

He gave the photo back to Xu Nongqing and turned to walk forward. A crisp snowflake landed on his long, dense lashes. Shu He blinked a couple of times and looked at the thin layer of white frost in the street in front of him.

Beautiful!

“Xu Nongqing.” Shu He’s almond eyes sparkled as he turned around. He found that Xu Nongqing wasn’t looking at the snow, but was instead looking down at a billboard.

“What are you looking at?”

Xu Nongqing timely looked away.

He walked to Shu He’s side, reached up, and pulled up the hood from behind him, shielding him from the cold wind. “Nothing.”

Shu He’s vision was blocked by the hood.

He gave a casual “Oh” and paid it no mind, so he didn’t know that the billboard Xu Nongqing was looking at was covered in—

Job Postings

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Despite taking the motion sickness medicine, the return trip was still not easy for Shu He.

He leaned against Xu Nongqing’s chest, the tip of his nose a little red. He closed his eyes, his dense lashes still somewhat damp.

He had cried a little, then been coaxed to sleep by Xu Nongqing. Now he looked especially obedient, not at all like his usual chattering self when he was awake.

Xu Nongqing held him, gently supporting his pale face with his hand. Shu He drowsily lifted his head and told him not to move.

His eyes weren’t even open, his eyelids still a little red. Xu Nongqing didn’t say anything, but he pulled him closer into his arms, his eyes lowered, his nose pressed against Shu He’s soft, dark hair, silently inhaling his pleasant scent.

Time passed quickly.

As the New Year approached, every household in Wang Family Village became lively.

Chickens were slaughtered, pigs were slaughtered, and fireworks and firecrackers were set off all day long.

The young people and children who had returned to the village were mostly bold. They learned of Shu He’s existence and would come to find him whenever they had free time.

They didn’t do much, just thought Shu He was good-looking and wanted to play with him, to get close to him.

In front of his peers, with common topics, Shu He’s good rapport was released to an unprecedented extent, on full display.

He was now out of the house for days on end, either as a guest at someone else’s house or playing with fireworks with others.

Once, he was accidentally burned by a firework and didn’t tell Xu Nongqing. It was only when he was changing his clothes that Xu Nongqing noticed.

He immediately grabbed Shu He’s slender wrist. On it was a red scar the size of a fingernail, glaringly obvious on his pale skin.

“What’s this?” Xu Nongqing’s thumb gently rubbed the scar.

Shu He glanced at it in confusion, his cheeks puffing out slightly as he mumbled, “I got burned by a firework a few days ago.”

A few days ago.

So it was already a few days ago.

Xu Nongqing’s dark eyes were lowered, his handsome features unreadable. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why should I tell you?”

Shu He tilted his head slightly, his beautiful almond eyes staring at Xu Nongqing. Xu Nongqing didn’t meet his gaze, but instead turned his head to look at the business books that were on the corner of the bed.

But his gaze was unfocused.

Before this, Shu He would tell him everything that happened.

Intimacy, uniqueness, dependence.

It was something Shu He only had for him.

Now it wasn’t unique anymore.

More people had appeared in Shu He’s life.

So Shu He had chosen others.

Xu Nongqing’s lips slowly pressed into a straight line. He lowered his eyes, hiding the emotion in them, and looked back at the reddened skin on Shu He’s wrist.

“Did you put medicine on it?” he asked.

“I did,” Shu He said seriously. “Wang Wanwan gave me the medicine.”

Xu Nongqing: “…”

“What’s wrong with you?” Shu He moved closer to Xu Nongqing, his almond eyes reflecting the man’s handsome features. He noticed that Xu Nongqing was not his usual self tonight.

Xu Nongqing was silent for a long time. He reached out and touched Shu He’s head, meeting his eyes, his tone so calm that no emotion could be discerned. “Go to sleep.”

“…”

The protagonist was so hard to understand.

Shu He mumbled, gave him a reproachful look, and then got back into bed to sleep.

The next day was New Year’s Eve. According to the tradition of Wang Family Village, every household had to eat together in the ancestral hall on this day.

In previous years, Xu Nongqing never participated in such group activities.

But this year, there was Shu He. Shu He insisted on going, saying it would be more lively. He thought that there might be many people surrounding Shu He, and after a few seconds of silence, he followed.

His thoughts were indeed correct.

During the meal at the ancestral hall, Wang Wanwan wanted to find an opportunity to chat with Shu He, but when she saw Xu Nongqing, she couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated.

She couldn’t explain why.

After hovering for a while with a drink in her hand, Wang Wanwan ultimately didn’t go over. She looked away. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but it seemed like Xu Nongqing had given her an indifferent glance.

“…”

The ancestral hall was bustling with noise, so loud it was almost impossible to hear anyone speak.

Some middle-aged men passed around cigarettes, lighting them and laughing loudly. The smoke was trapped in the ancestral hall by the wind.

Shu He’s breathing was sensitive, and he couldn’t stand the smell. He covered his throat and coughed continuously. The next second, he was pulled out of the Wang family’s ancestral hall by Xu Nongqing.

“Cough, cough!”

Shu He coughed until his face was red, a pink mist rising on his cheeks. He went over and buried his face in Xu Nongqing’s chest, inhaling the familiar scent like a cat on catnip.

When he looked up again, his almond eyes were filled with a physiological moisture, his face turning from red to pale.

Under the sunlight, he was so fragile he looked like he would scatter with a gust of wind, so delicate that even a light embrace could crush him.

“Xu Nongqing…”

Xu Nongqing watched him, listening to him say in a weak voice, “You can’t learn to smoke, or I’ll make you pay.”

Weak, but spoiled.

He was already used to ordering him around like this.

Xu Nongqing grunted in acknowledgment, his dark eyes narrowed. His thumb gently wiped away the clear tear from the corner of Shu He’s eye. “I won’t.”

“Let’s go back.” Shu He was a little frustrated that he hadn’t eaten a single bite.

“I want to eat what you make.”

“Alright.”

For the entire afternoon, Shu He rarely went out.

It was snowing a little outside. He was curled up by the charcoal fire, reading a book. He didn’t forget to deliberately place the business books in the most conspicuous place for Xu Nongqing to see.

He didn’t explicitly tell him to read them, but wanted him to open them himself.

This was the countless time Shu He had done this, and it was also the countless time Xu Nongqing had passed by without a glance.

This time, Shu He also thought it would be no different from before.

A protagonist with no ambition would not open them.

He looked at the storybook in his hand, propping his cheek with his hand, his lips slightly puffed out. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a book being opened.

Shu He was stunned for a moment and quickly lifted his head to look.

Xu Nongqing had actually opened the first page, the table of contents!

An epic improvement!

Shu He pretended not to see, afraid that Xu Nongqing would feel pressured and stop reading. He quietly turned around, unable to hide his excitement as he asked the system in his mind: 【Brother 1, he’s reading! But can he understand it?】

The system’s mechanical voice said: 【Mm, the protagonist has a halo.】

Hearing this, Shu He quietly reached out towards Xu Nongqing’s direction and grabbed at the air.

Then he opened his hand over his own head.

The system was taken aback: 【What are you doing?】

【The protagonist’s halo.】 Shu He lifted his beautiful face, his almond eyes sparkling and serious. He properly adjusted the non-existent halo on his head and nodded. 【The villain snatched it. It’s mine now.】

System: 【…】

A little cute.

It calmly took a picture and uploaded it to the forum. It couldn’t be the only one who was controlled.

Shu He was still waiting for the Spring Festival.

According to tradition, they had to stay up until midnight. At that time, the first fireworks of the new year would be set off.

Shu He had something to give Xu Nongqing for the New Year.

He tried to focus on his book, but time passed too slowly. Shu He was getting impatient. He quickly stood up, took something, and stuffed it in his pocket.

Then, under the gaze of Xu Nongqing’s dark eyes, Shu He mysteriously pushed him into a corner, his almond eyes sparkling.

“For you.”

A soft scent, with a hint of alluring sweetness, occupied most of Xu Nongqing’s mind. He lowered his dark eyes. His palm was held by Shu He’s somewhat cold hand, and something was placed on it.