The Spoiled Little Beauty is Always Abusing the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration] 8

Chapter 8: The Spoiled Villain in a Period Novel 8

In the afternoon, the sun dipped behind the mountains, and the clouds in the sky turned misty again. The temperature also dropped.

It was the sweet potato harvest season, and everyone in Wang Family Village was busy in the fields. Xu Nongqing, holding a dustpan, was naturally on his way to harvest sweet potatoes as well.

The current temperature was just right.

Upon hearing this, Shu He immediately followed behind Xu Nongqing, still clutching his copy of The Complete Guide to Villainy. He looked up at the man’s tall back and, after a moment’s thought, said:

“You’re so busy.”

Farming in the morning, harvesting in the afternoon.

He was busy too. He had to follow the protagonist on missions in the morning and in the afternoon, his mind never stopping its work.

Shu He held the book in front of his face and sighed worriedly. Just then, he noticed the person in front of him had stopped and glanced back at him.

“Working is even busier.”

Xu Nongqing’s tone was too flat to discern any meaning.

Shu He lowered the book and tilted his head to look at him, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something. But after a moment’s hesitation, he puffed out his cheeks and closed his mouth, saying nothing.

It was better not to constantly urge the protagonist to be ambitious.

Otherwise, it would seem like the little villain was especially eager for the protagonist to rise, which wouldn’t do. The Complete Guide to Villainy stated that a qualified villain performer should not be too eager to express their desire for the protagonist’s counterattack in front of them.

Otherwise, there would be serious consequences.

Shu He didn’t know what those serious consequences were yet, but he had already taken it to heart.

After some thought, Shu He quickened his pace to walk in front of Xu Nongqing, his voice a little tense and soft as he urged him to walk faster.

Just then, a gust of autumn wind whistled by, sending dry leaves rolling on the ground and rustling the ends of Shu He’s slightly-too-long dark hair, carrying with it a hint of a clear, fresh scent.

He jogged ahead, his neck long and snow-white, completely unaware of the dark gaze following him from behind.

Xu Nongqing picked up the dustpan.

His thumb pressed against the rough, thorny bamboo strips of the pan as he lowered his eyes and followed.

*

The land for growing sweet potatoes was different from the land for growing small vegetables. This plot was closer to home, and they arrived quickly.

Shu He stood at the edge of the field, his courage growing with each battle. Without a word, his slender fingers snatched the jacket Xu Nongqing had just taken off and used it as a cushion.

He felt a little guilty and lowered his head, peeking at Xu Nongqing from the corner of his eye. He saw that he was indeed looking at him “angrily.” He tensed up and pressed his lips together, his moist philtrum slightly compressed.

He was timid, yet surprisingly bold—the boy blinked his lashes and sat down on Xu Nongqing’s jacket as if nothing had happened.

He held the book obediently in his lap, his face tilted up to the daylight, his exquisitely beautiful features on full display.

Shu He said to Xu Nongqing, “What are you looking at?”

Only then did Xu Nongqing look away.

His tone was flat. “That’s the second one.”

The second what?

It took Shu He a moment to realize that Xu Nongqing was referring to the jacket he was sitting on.

He had ruined one in the morning, and this was a new one Xu Nongqing had changed into, which he was now also ruining.

So Xu Nongqing probably meant that if he kept ruining them, he wouldn’t have any more jackets to wear.

What was the big deal—”I brought a lot of clothes. If you’re short, you can wear mine.”

As he spoke, he remembered something, scrambled up, and ran to Xu Nongqing’s side, pinching his arm.

Xu Nongqing froze, looking at him with confusion.

“No, you can’t wear mine.”

The muscle in his hand was hard and firm. After pinching it, Shu He pinched his own. Realizing something, his small, pale face gradually grew serious. He stood on his tiptoes and placed his soft palm on the man’s head.

Throughout this, Xu Nongqing passively allowed him to do as he pleased, his tall, slender figure as if nailed to the spot.

He lowered his dark eyes slightly, his thin lips pressed into a straight line. When Shu He stood on tiptoe to get closer, the tip of his nose almost brushed against his jaw, leaving behind a soft, rich, and fresh scent that relentlessly filled his breath, his mind, and his heart. His very flesh and blood were boiling.

Xu Nongqing’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

He opened his hand, for a rare moment wanting to impulsively stop Shu He’s excessive actions. But just as he raised his hand, his dark eyes saw the dirt on it, a stark contrast to the boy’s clean tracksuit.

For some reason, the heat felt as if it had been doused with a basin of cold water.

Xu Nongqing slowly lowered his hand.

His gaze fell, obscure, on Shu He’s serious and earnest face.

*

In Wang Family Village, the plots for growing sweet potatoes were mostly connected, so when harvesting, the farmers usually worked in groups, chatting and laughing.

Today was a little different.

Because there was someone in the fields who didn’t belong to Wang Family Village.

All around, pairs of eyes, either curious or envious, watched the close pair. Suddenly, someone threw down a sweet potato and said in a joking but sour tone, “That Xu Nongqing kid got lucky. Looks like he’s getting along well with the little young master. Do you think the young master is like those on TV, who throw money around for fun every now and then?”

Wang Zhi squatted among the sweet potato leaves, staring intently at the boy in the distance.

He gripped the stem of a sweet potato leaf in his hand, his grip a little too tight. He didn’t even blink, his breathing gradually growing heavier.

“Whether he is or not, Xu Nongqing is definitely getting a lot of benefits. If I had known a young master was coming to our village, I would have fought to have him stay at my place.”

“I never would have guessed. Xu Nongqing is usually so quiet, but he’s pretty good at getting along with people, isn’t he?” someone said sarcastically. “Do you think… he’s like his father?”

Xu Nongqing’s father—a social climber known throughout the village.

After latching onto a rich young lady from the provincial capital, he never returned to the village, nor did he ever think to help out his fellow villagers. What was even more infuriating was that after his wife’s family went bankrupt, he managed to latch onto another rich person.

It was truly infuriating to compare people.

Someone said, “It’s a pity they’re both male. Xu Nongqing can’t possibly have his father’s luck.”

“But don’t you guys think…” Wang Zhi suddenly spoke up.

Everyone looked at him. Wang Zhi was the village head’s son, and everyone tried to curry favor with him. The moment he spoke, the surroundings instantly fell silent.

But Wang Zhi didn’t say anything more.

He clapped the dirt off his hands and walked towards Shu He—perhaps because of his guilty conscience, everything he saw now seemed off.

So what if they were both male? His brow twitched violently. On one hand, he wanted to suppress this absurd, unconventional thought, but on the other, he couldn’t help but let it grow.

Shu He released the hand he had placed on Xu Nongqing’s head, feeling a little dizzy. “What do you eat to get so tall? You must be one-point-nine meters, right? Even my loosest clothes wouldn’t fit you.”

Just as Xu Nongqing was about to speak, Wang Zhi’s voice cut in—

“Harvesting sweet potatoes?”

It was a typical attempt at small talk. Shu He glanced at Wang Zhi, assumed he was there to talk to Xu Nongqing, and ignored him.

Who would have thought that the next second, Wang Zhi would look at Shu He and say, “Do you eat roasted sweet potatoes? I’m going to roast some when I get back. If you want some, I can bring them to you.”

Shu He had never had roasted sweet potatoes before. Hearing this, he was a little curious. “I’ll eat—”

Wang Zhi stared at his face, about to say he would roast extra for him. But before he could, he saw the boy grab Xu Nongqing’s sleeve.

“Are you roasting some tonight?” he asked.

Xu Nongqing glanced at Wang Zhi with calm, almost cold, dark eyes and grunted in affirmation. “Roasting.”

“Then I want two.” Shu He held up two fingers and wiggled them, his almond eyes curving slightly.

Xu Nongqing: “Mm.”

Wang Zhi stood awkwardly to the side. Shu He returned to the edge of the field and sat down on the jacket. Wang Zhi’s gaze followed him. He also went over and squatted next to Shu He, his arm brushing against the boy’s body, seemingly unintentionally.

“Be careful.” Shu He’s pale brow furrowed, and he said unhappily, “You stepped on my clothes!”

Wang Zhi quickly stood up and took two steps to the side, only then realizing he hadn’t stepped on Shu He’s clothes at all, but on the jacket Shu He was sitting on.

The jacket was dark gray, covered in dusty dirt, and made of ordinary fabric. It was clearly not on the same level as the high-quality tracksuit Shu He was wearing.

As Wang Zhi looked, his expression turned a little strange. He glanced up at Shu He. “This is… Xu Nongqing’s jacket, right?”

“It’s mine now.” Shu He didn’t like Wang Zhi. He still remembered the way he had looked at him when he first arrived in the village.

Shu He puffed out his cheeks and ignored Wang Zhi. He scooted a little to the side. Wang Zhi sat down next to him again, this time carefully avoiding his clothes, not giving him a reason to lash out.

But he had clearly underestimated Shu He’s determination to be a little villain, and he had also underestimated the true power of a Shu He who had read The Complete Guide to Villainy twice.

Rule X of the guide was the ultimate truth: 【Be unreasonable.】

He was terrifyingly strong now.

“This is my spot.”

Shu He wouldn’t let Wang Zhi squat here. He stood up and faced Wang Zhi. Wang Zhi only felt a faint, fresh scent drift into his senses. He instinctively looked up at Shu He from his position, his gaze direct.

Shu He racked his brain and said, “If you don’t move, I’ll push you down.”

Push him down—Wang Zhi realized that behind him was a lower terraced field. If he fell from the ridge, he would probably land on all fours.

He should get up immediately and find another chance to get close to this spoiled young master.

But for some reason, Wang Zhi still didn’t move. He licked his lips and looked at Shu He with interest, his gaze slowly moving up his body, past his exposed snow-white neck, his sharp chin, his reddened lips. He wouldn’t dare to do it, would he—

“You…”

Wang Zhi’s peripheral vision caught Xu Nongqing walking over. He didn’t care, still staring at Shu He, a desire that was almost impossible to suppress rising in his eyes. He reached out to grab Shu He’s wrist. “Young Master, how is this spot your—Agh!”

Wang Zhi’s eyes suddenly widened.

Without any warning, Xu Nongqing had thrown a dirt-covered sweet potato at his face. As he dodged, he lost his footing and fell backward!

Thud!

Wang Zhi’s face twisted in pain as he fell, unable to even get up.

“What’s going on?” The farmers nearby noticed the commotion and quickly put down their baskets to run over.

Shu He was stunned.

He turned to look at Xu Nongqing and saw that he had picked up the dustpan. Without even glancing at Wang Zhi, who had been knocked into the field, he just said to him, “Let’s go.”

Shu He instinctively followed.

So… the protagonist did have a temper.

But why was he angry?

Shu He’s eyes were filled with confusion. He suddenly quickened his pace to run to Xu Nongqing’s side, tilting his head to look up at him. “What did you do that for?”

Xu Nongqing lowered his eyes. “I have an old grudge with him.”

“Aren’t you afraid he’ll retaliate?” Shu He remembered that Wang Zhi was the village head’s son.

Xu Nongqing shook his head and said nothing.

Shu He slowed down and looked back at Wang Zhi, who was being helped up by the crowd. Wang Zhi was surrounded, but his gaze was directed this way, his eyes filled with gloom.

When he noticed Shu He looking at him, his expression changed again, taking on a look of determination. Shu He tilted his head in confusion, feeling a little uneasy.

After some thought, the first thing he did when he got back to the house was to find Butler Fang and tell him what had just happened.

Butler Fang frowned continuously as he listened. He was an experienced man who had often traveled abroad with Shu He’s parents for business. He was open-minded and naturally thought more deeply about things than Shu He, who was blank in certain areas of knowledge.

He took it very seriously. “This person… I’ll deal with him. Don’t worry, Young Master.”

Shu He already saw Butler Fang as one of his own elders. Hearing this, his eyes lit up and he nodded, saying that there would be roasted sweet potatoes tonight. He had two and could share one with him.

Butler Fang said softly, “No need, Young Master. I don’t really like those.”

“Alright.” Shu He nodded with regret and turned to find Xu Nongqing.

—

At night, the village was brightly lit.

Butler Fang returned from the village head’s place. He checked the time and realized that he had to leave by tomorrow at the latest.

He wasn’t just a butler; he also held a position in the Shu family’s company and couldn’t be away for too long.

Shu He was caught off guard by this news. He was stunned for a long time before finally remembering something and standing up, muttering “wait.”

He rummaged through his suitcase and found a pen and paper. Then he lay on the somewhat old table, chewing on the end of his pen as he solemnly wrote a letter.

“What is the young master writing?” Butler Fang approached with some curiosity.

The shadow of the person above him fell on Shu He’s paper. Shu He’s eyes widened, and he reflexively covered his letter with his arms. He looked up and told Butler Fang seriously that he couldn’t peek.

Butler Fang chuckled. “Alright, alright, I won’t look.” He took two steps back.

“It’s a letter to my mom and dad.”

Shu He had never tried this ancient method of communication before. He found it novel. His handwriting was round and neat, each stroke deliberate. In the letter, he wrote about the snacks and clothes he wanted, mentioned Xu Nongqing, and his longing for his parents.

—Actually, it was his longing for his monster parents.