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T/N 2: I’ve picked up two new BL projects recently: Male Lead 2 and Male Lead 3 Happy Ending! and Transmigrated into a School Idol and Forced to Do Business. They’re both transmigration stories with a modern setting.
Chapter 7.1 – Retiring the Head
Zhou Yun Sheng hurried back to the room beneath Fu Bo’s gaze of loathing detest. He took a hot shower and intended to roll directly to bed, but then he recalled the command of the young master, so he pursed his lips and drew up a tub of hot water. Then he reluctantly soaked his feet for a while.
He had to admit, the heat followed the meridians from the soles of his feet to the rest of his body, which felt much more comfortable than simply taking a shower. After soaking, his feet were red, hot, and soft, and the pores were smooth. As soon as he got under the covers and turned over a few times, a strong drowsiness settled over him.
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Zhou Yun Sheng yawned, and his mouth muttered “really nice and warm,” but his heart was in the snow, thinking of the young man using his strong arms to hold him in a quiet and peaceful embrace against his broad chest.
Before he dozed off, he ignored the fondness and reluctance to part within his heart. Instead, he repeatedly told himself not to indulge or relax his vigilance.
At the same time, Xue Zi Xuan walked into the study and said quietly, “Father, you were looking for me?”
“Close the door.” Xue Rui gestured with one hand and smoked with the other.
Xue Zi Xuan locked the door, walked over, took the cigarette case placed on the table very naturally, and pulled out one to hold in his mouth.
“Why were you looking for me?” He ignited the cigarette with a lighter, took a deep breath, and asked his father without any expression on his face.
Half of his son’s face was hidden in the dark, and half of it was obscured behind the wafting smoke. His handsome face looked like a sculpture, and at this moment the coldness of it was enough to rouse fear in people. The emotion in his narrowed eyes was no longer indifference and melancholy, but an extremely dangerous wildness, maliciousness, and even ruthlessness. He seemed to have gone through vicissitudes overnight, and morphed from an unsullied musician to a deep and unpredictable superior in front of him.
Translations by Vanilla Muse.
Xue Rui’s intuition was correct. In his last life, Xue Zi Xuan used his own strength to push the Xue’s consortium that was about to fall apart into the ranks of the international chaebol. He forced himself to grow, compete, and chase. He not only possessed a high degree of talent in music, but he also mastered business matters without a teacher. Once a person pushed himself to the limit, the energy that erupted was often amazing.
Regardless of whether it was his temperament or his ability, the reborn him was able to completely suppress Xue Rui.
“When did you learn to smoke?” The original reprimand turned into a probing question. Xue Rui put on a loving smile.
“Don’t know when.” Xue Zi Xuan breathed out a puff of smoke. The embers of the cigarette painted the tips of long, thin fingers a deep red. Beneath the muddled yellow light of the room, it appeared somewhat dazzling.
From the start, he was a person with a strong presence. He was the focus of the crowd no matter where he went. But now, he didn’t even need to perform (on the piano), just by sitting there calm and upright, he could turn the space around him into his own kingdom.
In front of his son, Xue Rui, this big boss, felt uncomfortable. He snubbed out the cigarette butt and said bitterly, “Smoke less. It’s not good for the body. I was planning to quit smoking after some time.”
Xue Zi Xuan turned a deaf ear. He knew how to take care of his body. Just like in his previous life, in this life, he would leave the world the day after the teenager closed his eyes for the last time. He must always live longer than him by one day, so that he could guard him till the end, even if that protection was not needed.
There was an awkward silence in the room. Xue Rui suddenly felt that the person in front of him was so strange that he didn’t know how to communicate with him.
After taking a moment to compose himself, Xue Rui put on airs and reproved, “Where did you take Huang Yi? Do you know that your sister is still sick?”
“When is she ever not sick? Could it be that every time she gets sick everyone has to stay by her side without eating or drinking?”
Xue Zi Xuan exhaled another plume of smoke. He narrowed his eyes in ridicule, his gaze unconcerned.
Xue Rui waved his hand wearily. “You know I didn’t mean it like that. She relies on you. When she woke up and didn’t see you, she cried for a long time, and almost fainted again. Today she has relapsed twice. She can’t be irritated anymore. From now on, keep her company more, show her more concern, and once her health gets better we can have the surgery. In the future, she will be healthy, and we won’t have to worry anymore.”
Xue Zi Xuan fiercely sucked in a mouthful of smoke. The thick smoke he emitted blocked the violence in his eyes. He wanted to grab his father by the necktie, and ask him how he could have no qualms about this. Was Xue Jing Yi’s life a life, and the youth’s life not a life?
Did they know that the youth was like a needle in his heart, already inserted so deep that it has integrated with his flesh and blood? The youth was his reliance and the longing of his soul. They wanted to scoop out the teenager’s heart; they wanted his life. That was the same as wanting Xue Zi Xuan’s life.
Reluctantly suppressing the urge to tear into his father, Xue Zi Xuan said in a somber voice, “Are you done talking?”
Xue Rui was so annoyed by his indifferent attitude that he was about to smack the table and rebuke him, but then he heard Xue Zi Xuan said, “I’m preparing to retire from music, and formally take over the family business.”
“What did you say?” Xue Rui hurriedly asked.
“I want to retire, and then take over the family business,” Xue Zi Xuan repeated patiently. He knew how powerful his enemies were, so he desperately wanted power.
Thanks for the update!! Go Zixuan go!!
Hehe. Time to take over.
Thanks for the great translation ♥️
Thank you for the chapter!🙏