The thick wave of alcohol left Han Tang’s thoughts tangled like a ball of yarn, making it impossible for him to think. Blinking in a daze, his wide, watery eyes met those of a beauty.
Under the hazy moonlight, the beauty’s peach blossom eyes seemed infused with a soft white halo. Under that gaze, Han Tang felt like a fish enveloped in supremely gentle water, and the overwhelming sense of security made him drowsy.
Seeing that the host was about to miss his golden opportunity, the system had no choice but to chime in with a reminder:
[Host! Host! Wake up! Don’t forget our mission!]
Mission? Right, the mission!
Only by successfully playing the role of the cannon fodder sugar daddy could he earn a chance at rebirth!
Han Tang snapped awake, straightened his posture, and subconsciously looked at the person who had just been holding him.
With fair skin and a lean yet sturdy physique, he wore a suit that hugged his body’s curves, outlining a fine figure while also radiating an aura of disciplined restraint.
His deep black eyes reflected a faint, warm glow and an ambiguous mirage. Held tightly in his embrace, Han Tang had the illusion that he was deeply loved by the other person.
Only now did Han Tang somewhat understand why the original owner had been so stubbornly obsessed with keeping the other person as his kept man.
Shen Kui had no idea what kind of chaotic thoughts were running through the youth’s mind. Seeing that the youth had appeared disoriented and was being led away by someone else earlier, he had instinctively called out to him, completely unexpected that the other person would drop the youth and flee the moment he heard his voice.
The corners of the youth’s eyes were slightly red, and his dazed eyes could not conceal a look of stunned admiration. Shen Kui felt no aversion whatsoever in his heart.
Although there was admiration in the youth’s eyes, it lacked any emotion that would make him feel disgusted or repulsed.
The youth still retained the lingering childishness of his teenage years, possessing an exceptionally striking appearance. Feeling the comfortable texture of the fabric in his hands, even though he could not tell what brand it was, the youth’s fair and tender skin made it easy to guess that he came from a privileged background.
Noticing the restless activity around them, Shen Kui unconsciously furrowed his brow.
Just as he was about to ask where the youth lived so he could send him back home, the youth, who had been completely woozy just a moment ago, suddenly sprang up as if he had remembered something.
He had no choice but to let go of the youth, yet fearing that the youth might lose his balance, he only offered a loose, supportive hold. At that exact moment, the youth leaned in close.
Having been in this world for so long, Han Tang had finally made it to the start of the plot. Although he mentally complained about the terrible dialogue lines, he still very professionally played his assigned role as the cannon fodder sugar daddy according to the original novel:
“What is it, have you considered it? Think carefully, as long as you follow me, you will definitely lack for nothing, and you know how generous I have always been with… hiccup… people…”
In the book, the original owner had taken a fancy to the protagonist shou, who possessed outstanding looks, but in his drunken stupor, he mistook him for the little lover who had been playing hard to get lately, which was why he spoke such words.
Han Tang did not expect that before he could even finish his sentence, a hiccup would completely ruin his imposing momentum. He originally wanted to pinch the other person’s chin, forcing him to lift his head and look at him while fiercely intimidating him with his gaze.
Only in hindsight did he realize that the current distance between the two of them made such a high-difficulty action completely impossible.
It was definitely not because he was short!
Thus, Han Tang gave up on the idea and instead gave the other person’s shoulder a firm pat.
The vigilance cultivated during his youth made Shen Kui instinctively grasp the other person’s wrist. The soft and delicate touch gave him a jolt, and he quickly reined in his strength.
Seeing that no red marks had been left on the other person’s wrist, he finally let out a sigh of relief. Only after a moment did he process the meaning behind the youth’s words.
Shen Kui had not paid attention to the word “before” that Han Tang mentioned. Hearing the youth’s words, Shen Kui found it somewhat hard to believe.
Was he actually being… propositioned?
It was not as though he had never encountered such situations, as this sort of thing was hardly uncommon in their circle.
Yet the youth had fair, tender skin, with the baby fat on his cheeks not yet fully gone. His brow was furrowed in serious concentration, and his watery eyes stared fixedly at him with solemn intent.
Well, he probably had not even reached adulthood yet.
He was likely just some kid who had gotten drunk, was talking nonsense from intoxication, or was playing truth or dare with his classmates?
His obedient and tender appearance while putting on a fierce front and making harsh threats did not look like a menacing sugar daddy at all; rather, it looked like a child’s naive temptation.
It was like a tender little child holding out a huge bundle of candy, walking toward you with all his heart, unaware that the sweets cradled in his arm were dropping to the floor step by step, keeping his gaze entirely fixed on you: Look, I have so many candies at home, and if you play with me, I will give you endless candy to eat.
“Pfft.” Amused by the scene he had conjured in his mind, Shen Kui could not suppress a very brief laugh.
As for Han Tang, who had finally finished reciting lines so awkward they could make someone scrape together a three-bedroom apartment with their toes, he had expected to see the other person’s angry glare and had even prepared himself to take a beating, only to hear a burst of mockery instead!
“What are you laughing at?” Han Tang instantly flared up, the alcohol buzz fading slightly.
He originally wanted to slam his hand on a table to boost his momentum, but there was nothing around him sturdy enough to leverage, so Han Tang could only grit his teeth and glare fiercely at the protagonist shou right in front of him who refused to play by the rules.
Where was the anger, the humiliation, and the conflict?
Was he really transmigrated into a fake book?
Once Shen Kui finished laughing, he noticed the youth glaring at him with a pair of clear, rabbit-like eyes, and he realized he had been inappropriate.
The kid had a thin skin. Bringing a heart full of sincerity and candy only to be rejected, it was entirely natural for the proud little youth to lose face and fly into a rage out of embarrassment.
Yet laughing right in front of a kid did seem a bit too excessive. Even though he only found it adorable and rather amusing, from Han Tang’s perspective, that was pure, unadulterated mockery!
Fortunately, Shen Kui quickly reined in his smile.
Seeing Shen Kui’s handsome face turn serious again, Han Tang felt satisfied.
That was more like it.
In what world does a normal person hear themselves being insulted without getting angry and laugh instead?
Thinking this, Han Tang naturally let it show on his face.
Watching Han Tang, who assumed he had successfully intimidated him and thus wore a look of smug satisfaction, Shen Kui felt a stir in his heart and wanted to laugh again, though this time he managed to hold it in.
If he actually laughed out loud, the youth would probably stomp off in a fit of anger, sleeves fluttering. Imagining the youth pressing his lips together, puffing up his chubby cheeks until smoke practically billowed from his head, and storming away, Shen Kui somehow found himself looking forward to it.
Yet shortly after, Shen Kui seemed to recall something unpleasant. The brow that had just smoothed out suddenly knitted together into deep creases capable of squashing a fly.
If he had not happened to run into the youth being flusteredly supported by someone else, and if he had not impulsively stepped forward to stop them, goodness knows what might have happened to the youth!
Shenxing Clubhouse was famous throughout the city, relying not merely on its luxurious decor, but even more so on how strictly it protected guest privacy. Inside a private room, even if you shouted through a megaphone, practically no sound could be heard outside.
One could easily imagine what might befall someone with the youth’s striking looks.
With that thought, the good mood Shen Kui had felt upon meeting the youth instantly plummeted to rock bottom. The look he gave Han Tang began to carry a sense of bitter disappointment, and the pressure in his grip fluctuated out of control.
Feeling the increased pressure on his wrist, Han Tang immediately realized he had successfully racked up the protagonist shou’s hatred points. Seizing the opportunity, he curled the corner of his lips and dropped a harsh warning:
“What? You don’t believe me? I will soon let you know what it means to cross Han Tang!”
With that, without waiting for Shen Kui to react, he jerked his arm away and turned to leave, only to be frozen in place by an angry roar from behind.
“What are you doing! Stop right there!”