Every Day the Villain Continues to Fail
[Quick Transmigration]
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Ruan Yao was blatantly teasing him.
He was so close to Qi Ren’s face that his warm breath lingered lightly at the tip of the man’s nose. The young secretary was so stiff he seemed to have forgotten how to move his limbs.
His delicate and alluring eyes shimmered with a thin layer of moisture.
Just one glance was enough to ignite the demons in one's heart.
Qi Ren’s pupils dilated for a moment, and he vaguely heard himself say "Madam can do whatever you want"
Of course.
He was Madam—even if he ordered Qi Ren to die, he would do so willingly.
But in the end, Ruan Yao lost interest first.
Naturally. A greenhorn who got dizzy just from a little closeness.
What fun was there in that?
Qi Ren’s breath trembled.
The woman lazily covered her mouth with a hand and let out a small yawn, long eyelashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly.
"I was just messing with you" Ruan Yao smiled mischievously and hooked a finger under Qi Ren’s chin "If you're this easy to fool, how can you be a good secretary for my uncle?"
No, that’s not it.
Qi Ren thought to himself.
After three years by Gu Rongming’s side, he had long since mastered the art of masking his emotions. Yet, in front of Ruan Yao, he found himself blushing and flustered, unable to even utter a word of refusal.
Ruan Yao’s fingers were beautifully shaped and slender as jade, with fingertips tinged with a soft pink, like the bloom of a peach blossom. Even his nails were perfectly shaped.
I want to… suck on them.
If he did, surely that perpetually smirking face would show a hint of surprise? If he traced his tongue slowly along the gaps between those fingers, wouldn’t that smooth, jade-like skin be coated with an intimate sheen of moisture?
Would Madam curl his fingers in response to the tingling sensation, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of red, her eyes brimming with bashful tears? Or would she slap Qi Ren in a fit of shame and anger?
Qi Ren must be sick.
Just imagining it sent an electrifying shiver through his entire body.
"What's wrong with you?" Ruan Yao looked at him in confusion. "Secretary Qi, your face is so red. Are you running a fever?"
Qi Ren snapped out of his daze so suddenly that he even let out a small cough. "It’s nothing, Madam. We should head back now"
"Your foot..." He lowered his gaze to the black patent leather high heels peeking out from beneath the skirt. Against the dark tones of the dress and shoes, the exposed skin appeared even fairer, so pale it almost seemed to glow in the dim light.
His gaze wavered, his jawline tightening as if he were struggling with something.
Ruan Yao thought Qi Ren really must be feverish and his mind seemed completely muddled. "I told you, I was just playing with you..." The rest of his words were swallowed down in shock.
"What are you doing?" Ruan Yao’s eyes widened, his voice betraying an instant of panic.
Qi Ren had suddenly knelt down and gently grasped his ankle.
So thin. His entire hand could wrap around it with room to spare. He could probably hold both of Ruan Yao’s ankles at once, if he did that Ruan Yao wouldn’t be able to run away.
"I learned a bit about treating sprains from the family doctor. If Madam trusts me, I can take a look" His head remained lowered, his demeanor nothing but proper.
Ruan Yao’s ears burned. "I already told you, I was lying."
Qi Ren’s palms were scalding, his warmth seeping into Ruan Yao’s skin until even the small round bone of his ankle felt damp with heat.
One of his feet was lifted, and with a soft clack, the high heel fell to the ground. The upturned sole was a striking shade of red, like a spark igniting something deep within Qi Ren’s silent gaze.
Silhouettes occasionally passed by in the hallway, making Ruan Yao feel inexplicably embarrassed. "Hurry up and get up"
But Qi Ren was stubborn, his warm hands pressing gently against Ruan Yao’s ankle as he spoke with quiet sincerity. "Madam has walked a long way in high heels. You must be tired, I can help relieve the tension."
Not here, though.
Ruan Yao pressed a hand against the wall for support, his black skirt riding up slightly to reveal a pale, slender calf. He instinctively grabbed the fabric, wrinkling it in his grip.
This position looked… strange.
Almost as if Qi Ren was about to crawl under his skirt.
Feeling the man’s hands on his leg, Ruan Yao dazedly muttered to the system, "System, Secretary Qi is really way too considerate.
The system cheered him on, waving two tiny fans. "Of course! How else could you oppress your subordinates and abuse your authority? Host, your acting is getting better and better!"
Ruan Yao gasped. "You have a point"
But the sensation of having someone hold his ankle still felt weird. He fought the discomfort, looking down at Qi Ren, who was earnestly massaging his ankle.
The man’s calloused fingertips brushed against his delicate skin, leaving behind faint, barely noticeable red marks. It was like touching an exquisite piece of precious jade, his fingers even seemed to absorb the intoxicating fragrance lingering there.
Qi Ren’s technique was actually professional, and the massage felt rather comfortable. But the mental discomfort made Ruan Yao restless.
As soon as he put his shoe back on, he took a hasty step forward, almost stumbling. "At least you know your place" He bit his lip and hurried ahead, as if trying to shake off this annoying little parasite.
Qi Ren remained standing, watching the woman’s retreating figure. A low, twisted chuckle escaped his throat.
Ruan Yao really had the worst luck.
As soon as he left, he ran straight into Yu Chuan, who was just stepping out of the building.
The man seemed to have just finished work, dressed in casual clothes while speaking seriously into his phone at the top of the entrance steps.
Ruan Yao still held a bit of resentment from their earlier encounter in the office, where Yu Chuan had scared him with threats of 'locking him in the interrogation room' He decided it was best to pretend not to see him and slip away as quickly as possible.
But Yu Chuan’s keen eyes easily spotted him in an instant, right as he was about to get into the car.
The black velvet dress was smoothed down by a pair of hands, clinging tightly to the slender waist and perky curves, making the figure even more alluring.
He curious, was the body beneath the dress just as beautiful?
Yu Chuan put down his phone, a strange, unreadable smile appearing on his face as he murmured softly "Gu Rongming sure keeps a tight grip on his treasure"
He then turned, his deep, mixed-heritage eyes sending an electric gaze toward Ruan Yao. "Madam Gu, are you leaving?"
What else? Couldn’t he tell?
Ruan Yao forced a smile, withdrawing his leg with a seemingly obedient posture, lowering his gaze. "Thank you, Officer Yu. I’ll definitely find time to thank you properly another day"
Yu Chuan casually waved his hand, glancing theatrically at the expensive watch on his wrist. "Speaking of having time, now seems just right"
He leaned in slightly, smiling, his tone warm. "I've reserved a table at Dengxian Pavilion. Why don't you join me, Madam?"
Dengxian Pavilion was the finest restaurant in Yun City and not a place an ordinary person could get a reservation. Unfortunately for Yu Chuan, Ruan Yao, as an outsider to this world, had no particular reaction to it.
Ruan Yao turned his face away, eager to find an excuse to get rid of this man. "That wouldn’t be appropriate. I should be the one treating you"
Yu Chuan’s smile deepened, his voice smooth as silk. "Would anyone in their right mind let such a stunning lady pay? That would make him the most unromantic man in the world"
Ruan Yao’s face twitched slightly.
Sorry, but I'm a real man.
"Madam, Second Master is waiting for you at home for dinner" Qi Ren arrived just in time, stepping in to place a firm barrier between Yu Chuan and Ruan Yao.
Qi Ren had followed Gu Rongming for years, attending various events by his side. Everyone recognized him as the trusted right-hand man of the Gu family's Second Master, someone to whom even the most influential figures would show respect.
Yu Chuan glanced at Qi Ren with a smirk. "Isn't Second Master Gu a little too controlling? What does it matter to him where Madam wants to go?"
Qi Ren maintained his usual good-natured expression, his smile polite but firm. "Of course, Madam can go wherever she pleases, but she promised to have dinner at home today. The kitchen is likely already preparing the meal."
This was an exit strategy for Ruan Yao, and he gladly took it "Yes, what a coincidence. Officer Yu, perhaps another time"
Yu Chuan's gaze turned unreadable, but he remained amicable, taking a gentlemanly step back. "What a pity. I do hope there will be a next time"
He watched as the low-key black luxury car drove away, then ran his tongue slowly over his molars, his smile taking on a faintly menacing edge.
"Your dog sure is loyal"
The phone screen lit up, and the call had apparently not been ended, with Gu Rongming's cold voice coming through the earpiece
"If he weren’t, how could he stop a thief trying to steal my treasure?"
"Tsk, don't say that. After all, he's been a longtime friend for years. I would be sad too," Yu Chuan didn't look sad at all "I never knew you had a thing for men."
Gu Rongming let out a cold chuckle "And I never knew a police officer would covet another man's wife. People like you should be kicked out of the force before you become a threat to society."
Yu Chuan drawled lazily "Hurting an old friend over a little con artist—are you sure that's worth it?"
"No matter what, he has already received the certificate. He belongs to the Gu family now. Officer Yu, you’d best keep your distance."
Yu Chuan raised an eyebrow, an amused sneer playing on his lips. He shot back, "Can a sickly man even get it up? As a good friend, I’m really worried for you. Maybe you should just hand your dear wife over to—"
"You’d better check if you've caught any diseases first."
The call was cut off.
Gu Rongming turned his wheelchair, rolling slowly toward the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression dark as he stared into the garden.
Gone for just a moment, and already attracting this many covetous gazes.
It seemed keeping him locked up was the best choice. No one could look at him. If anyone dared to touch him… they would die.
Meanwhile, inside the car, Ruan Yao suddenly sneezed.
"Is the air conditioning too cold?" Qi Ren immediately asked in a low voice.
Ruan Yao covered his nose, his voice muffled. "No"
He frowned slightly and asked his system, "Is someone talking about me behind my back?"
The system responded indifferently, "Isn't it normal for bad guys to be cursed at?"
Ruan Yao thought about it and nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense."
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