Chapter 47#

World 2: I Want to Be a Fish in Your Pond#

When Qin Qing came out of the barbecue shop with two bottles of milk, he saw Ye Rongzheng tightly strangling a rich second generation’s neck with his strong arm.

The rich second generation had to hunch his back, his face flushed red as he begged for mercy, saying things like “I won’t dare again,” “I didn’t send it out,” and “I was wrong.”

“What’s going on?” Qin Qing placed the two bottles of milk in front of Ye Rongzheng and asked with a smile.

“Nothing, we were just playing around.” Ye Rongzheng let go of the rich second generation, his fierce gaze sweeping over everyone at the table. Intimidated by his power, everyone could only swallow their anger.

996, squatting under the table, rolled its eyes but didn’t expose him. There was still a lot of plot to go through later; it wasn’t time to disrupt things yet.

“Stop drinking, drink milk instead.” Qin Qing took away Ye Rongzheng’s beer.

Ye Rongzheng said with a face full of impatience, “Everyone is drinking alcohol, and I’m drinking milk. It makes me look like a sissy.” Although he said this, he still obediently inserted the straw and took a sip of milk, asking in surprise, “Why is it still hot?”

“I just asked the boss to heat it up. It’s autumn now. Since I don’t have the first cup of milk tea to treat you to, I’ll treat you to a bottle of hot milk.” Qin Qing said with a smile.

Ye Rongzheng frowned, biting the straw, looking as if he had a deep grudge, but his hand on his leg was tapping his knee lightly like playing the piano. Perhaps he didn’t even realize that his mood was actually excited and happy.

Jin He lowered his eyes to look at the joyful hand hidden under the table and couldn’t help but smile teasingly.

The rich second generation sitting on the other side of Qin Qing secretly glanced at Ye Rongzheng, then pretended to drop his car keys.

Qin Qing immediately bent down to pick up the car keys. Seeing the expensive car logo, he was stunned for a moment before saying, “This car is a global limited edition just released this year, right? How is the performance?”

In his previous life, Ji Lan’s biggest hobby was buying cars for him, so Qin Qing was also quite interested in luxury cars.

The rich second generation’s eyes lit up, and he immediately began to introduce his luxury car endlessly, his beaming face almost having the words “I am very rich” written on it.

Seeing this, the surrounding rich second generations surprisingly placed their car keys on the table one after another, then stretched their necks to lean over, discussing various car models with Qin Qing with great interest.

In the first world, Qin Qing was also a rich second generation, so naturally, there were endless topics when everyone gathered together.

“Brother Qin, add us on WeChat. We’ll take you to play with cars later.”

“Yeah, yeah, Brother Qin, I have several cars at home that I don’t usually use. Here are photos, take a look. If you like any, just take it and drive it. You can return it whenever.”

A group of people crowded around Qin Qing, opening their WeChat QR codes, waiting excitedly and expectantly for Qin Qing to scan them.

“I warned you just now—”

Ye Rongzheng was so angry he almost exploded, but fortunately, he reacted in time and swallowed the unfinished words.

Jin He whispered in his ear teasingly, “Show off the car keys, let Qin Qing see our strength, then hook him, lure him, make him walk right into the trap and humiliate himself. This was the plan you arranged before. What, are you unhappy now?”

Ye Rongzheng was more than unhappy; he was angry and anxious, his scalp almost exploding.

But the plan was indeed arranged by him. Watching Qin Qing add the WeChat of that group of bad friends one by one, he could only scratch his buzz cut in extreme irritation.

Damn, he regretted it! If he had known, he would have asked Qin Qing out alone.

Jin He also smilingly handed over his phone for Qin Qing to scan, then introduced, “Brother Qin, did you know? Ye Rongzheng is the best underground racer in our country. When he was playing with cars, we were still playing with game consoles.”

Qin Qing was stunned, the gentle smile in his eyes fading a little.

“Underground racing is very dangerous, right?” He put away his phone and looked at Ye Rongzheng steadily.

Ye Rongzheng hadn’t noticed his emotional change yet. He took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, saying nonchalantly and wildly, “It is quite dangerous. Every time I go on the track, I have to write a will.”

Qin Qing’s lips were still curved, but the smile in his eyes had completely disappeared.

“What if something really happens?” His throat felt a bit tight.

Ye Rongzheng took out a lighter and lit the cigarette in his mouth. His thick eyebrows slanting into his temples were like ruthless knives, and his tone revealed an indifference to life, “If I die, I die. What else can be done?”

“Aren’t you afraid your parents will be sad?”

“Tell them to have another one.”

“Aren’t you afraid these friends will be sad?”

“Sadness is only temporary. Before long, they will forget me. Dying ends all troubles, isn’t that good?” Ye Rongzheng exhaled a mouthful of cold white smoke, then lifted his shirt to let Qin Qing see a hideous scar on his tight abs.

The scar ran from his left chest all the way to his right lower abdomen, as if it had split him directly in half.

Recalling the scene at that time, he could still smile carelessly: “…The cockpit was crushed, a piece of metal pierced my chest, cutting me open. The wound was only one centimeter away from my heart, several ribs were broken, and my intestines came out. But I created a new world record, I won.”

He grinned freely, his handsome face full of unbridled wildness.

Many diners around were secretly looking at Qin Qing, and many were also secretly looking at Ye Rongzheng.

If Qin Qing’s beauty was splendid, enchanting, a fragrant winding stream of rouge in the rolling red dust, then Ye Rongzheng’s handsomeness was wild, dissolute, a stubborn stone in the surging river.

Very similar to Cang Ming, he didn’t care about anything. But even if Cang Ming didn’t care about anything, he wouldn’t hurt himself, while Ye Rongzheng was different.

He didn’t even care about his own life.

Qin Qing didn’t want to use this word to describe Ye Rongzheng, but he knew clearly that Ye Rongzheng was crazy.

Ye Rongzheng took a hard drag on his cigarette, squinting as he recalled the taste of the moment of death, and finally exclaimed excitedly, “That time was really thrilling! On the last lap, I kept accelerating. The moment the car lost control, the feeling of my body being thrown into the air was like traveling in space. I really want to do it again.”

He curled his knuckles, wanting to flick the half-smoked cigarette away, but catching a glimpse of Qin Qing beside him, his movement froze. Then he took the ashtray and voluntarily extinguished the cigarette butt, deliberately pushing the ashtray in front of Qin Qing to show the other party that he was correcting his bad habit.

His words were crazy, but his actions were obedient.

Jin He said grumpily, “It’s a pity you can’t do it again in this life. No one domestically or abroad is willing to race with you anymore.”

“Boring.” Ye Rongzheng shook his head again, sighing with regret.

Qin Qing gripped the beer bottle tightly, his smile gradually fading, “Besides racing, what else do you like to do usually?”

“Boxing. Do you know underground fighting?” Ye Rongzheng rolled up his sleeves, showing off his strong biceps. Cang Ming and Xu Yizhi’s danger was hidden within, while his danger was blatantly written on his aggressive face and explosive muscles.

Qin Qing perceived more and more clearly—this was a beast walking upright.

“Is the underground fighting you’re talking about illegal boxing? Do you have to sign a life-and-death contract when you go on stage?” Qin Qing gripped the beer bottle hard, trying to maintain a calm expression.

“Yeah, it’s boring if you don’t sign a life-and-death contract. I don’t like fake fights.” Ye Rongzheng took out another cigarette and lit it.

His addiction to smoking was really strong, smoking one after another endlessly. He might have an addictive personality, addicted to everything dangerous and hovering on the edge of life and death.

“For boxing, he has been in the ICU several times. Once he had a cerebral hemorrhage and almost became a vegetable.” Jin He shook his head helplessly, his face somewhat worried.

Who knows which day Ye Rongzheng will play himself to death. He didn’t care about anything, yet liked things to be vigorous and spectacular.

Qin Qing pursed his thin lips and asked, “Don’t you study usually?”

“I don’t like studying. I get dizzy and want to vomit as soon as I open a book.” Ye Rongzheng took a deep drag on the cigarette, his knife-like thick eyebrows furrowing in disgust.

“He fails several subjects every year. I don’t know if he can successfully get his diploma.” Jin He sighed again. The other rich second generations were also very worried but didn’t dare to interrupt casually.

“If you don’t get a diploma, what will you do in the future?” Qin Qing rubbed his temples, suddenly realizing that he was not facing a god, but a problem child.

“In the future, play with cars, box, and go on adventures around the world.” Ye Rongzheng turned his head and blew a mouthful of smoke at Qin Qing’s snow-white face, deliberately emphasizing, “Anyway, my family has money. I won’t starve to death even if I don’t work for a lifetime.”

Qin Qing raised his hand to block his face, isolating the smoke.

“Don’t you have any life goals?” He asked helplessly.

“What life goals do I need? What if I die tomorrow?” Seeming to find this sentence very interesting, Ye Rongzheng narrowed his eyes and laughed heartily.

His slender fingers held a burning cigarette, and his loud laughter was deep and resonant, echoing far in this noisy downtown, causing nearby women to peek with flushed faces.

He laughed so wildly, so arrogantly, and so free and uninhibited. This freedom was a carelessness that could even discard life.

Qin Qing looked at him steadily for a moment, the color of his eyes changing again and again, and finally, he also chuckled low.

“996, did he live to the end?” In his heart, Qin Qing’s voice carried sadness.

996, who was picking its teeth with its claws, threatened grumpily, “As long as you date the protagonist shou properly, he will live to the end. The protagonist shou is his salvation. His psychology indeed has big problems. But now that you, a shit-stirrer, are here, any accident is possible. If you suck up all his luck, he might kick the bucket early.”

“Shit-stirrer?” Qin Qing repeated slowly.

996 tucked its tail and scurried away with a whoosh.

Psychological problems, not living to the end, protagonist shou, salvation—various messages mixed together chaotically, making one’s heart burn with anxiety…

Qin Qing raised his neck and quickly yet elegantly drank a bottle of beer. His small Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, making a cute gulping sound. A drop of wine slid down his slightly red lips, fell into his deep collarbone, and then settled in that small hollow, emitting a crystal light.

Ye Rongzheng, who was discussing his great achievements with friends, unknowingly stared blankly. His pitch-black eyes darkened a bit, as if recording this scene that inexplicably made one blush and heart race.

Qin Qing put down the empty wine bottle, gently touched the back of Ye Rongzheng’s hand with his slender fingertips, then leaned over. With a slightly tipsy, slurred voice and exhaling fragrant hot breath, he said in a barely audible voice, “Can we go back first?”

Ye Rongzheng lowered his eyes silently, staring blankly at the face close at hand. The snow-white face happened to have a pair of jet-black eyes, and the eyes held a pool of clear water.

Clearly in the downtown area, it felt like falling into a deep pool. The suffocating feeling of drowning accompanied by a violent heartbeat took away Ye Rongzheng’s sanity. This was a feeling more blood-boiling than extreme racing or life-and-death boxing.

Qin Qing extended his fingertip and tapped the back of his hand again. This tap happened to touch that small needle hole.

Ye Rongzheng felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, or perhaps electrocuted. He suddenly came back to his senses, threw the still-burning cigarette directly into the glass full of beer, took Qin Qing’s hand, turned around, and left.

The rich second generations were stunned.

Jin He hurriedly sent over the travel bag containing two hundred thousand.

Ye Rongzheng didn’t say a word. He took the money, took the person, walked quickly with large strides, and left the lively night market.

After a while, his warning suddenly came in the group chat, his tone unprecedentedly ruthless: [Whoever dares to tell Qin Qing my plan will die!]

The sports car sped all the way like the wind and lightning, arriving downstairs at Qin Qing’s home. When getting out of the car, Qin Qing silently covered his heart, actually feeling a sense of survival after a disaster. He had never seen anyone drive a sports car like a high-speed train. Ye Rongzheng really didn’t care about his life!

If he was allowed to continue indulging himself, sooner or later, the fate of destruction would arrive. After bringing the person home and pushing him into the bathroom, Qin Qing took a book and sat on the balcony, thinking to himself with a pale face.

The balcony was empty, with no playful creepers, nor clusters of roses and Chinese roses. And Qin Qing’s deep eyes were even emptier than here.

He looked at the pitch-black night sky, wondering what he was thinking. The book was turned to a page, but he didn’t turn to the next page for a long time.

996 sat at his feet and deliberately said, “Don’t think your charm is invincible, hooking the protagonist gong firmly on the first meeting. Let me tell you, he doesn’t like you at all! He approached you with an ulterior motive.”

“Oh? What motive?” Qin Qing came back to his senses and lowered his eyes slightly.

The night wind lifted his messy hair and blew his face pale, actually making him look somewhat dejected.

“He did it for—” 996 almost let it slip, stayed dazed for a moment, then said with special annoyance, “Damn it, don’t think about getting any more words out of me! Where’s your phone? Take it out quickly and order canned food and catnip for me.”

Qin Qing indeed took out his phone and habitually ordered a lot of things.

“Do you want oxygen tanks and heart-saving pills?” Qin Qing’s teasing chuckle echoed in the dark night.

996 was so angry its fur exploded, but it still agreed stammeringly, “Buy it, buy it, buy more.”

Damn it, looking at this, Qin Qing is going to cause trouble again!

“The protagonist gong won’t fall in love with you. Before meeting you, he fell in love with the protagonist shou at first sight. There is a special setting here you don’t know. I’ll be kind and reveal a little to you. The protagonist shou looks very much like the person the protagonist gong cares about and misses the most. With this golden finger, the protagonist shou can do whatever he wants with the protagonist gong and can also gain the approval of his family. You think being beautiful makes you invincible? People don’t care about you at all! Who do you think you are!”

996 shook its big head triumphantly. It had just said not to let Qin Qing get information out of it, but in the blink of an eye, it actively offered intelligence.

Qin Qing’s fingertip scrolling the phone paused slightly, and he said meaningfully, “Before me, Ye Rongzheng had already fallen in love with Yun Siyu?”

“Hehehe, you didn’t know, right? For him, one look at Yun Siyu was enough for ten thousand years!” 996 happily raised its tail and walked away elegantly with arrogant steps.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Ye Rongzheng was holding Qin Qing’s bath towel and sniffing deeply.

So fragrant. Coming in from the entrance to the room, he almost thought he had walked into a garden. But there wasn’t a single flower in the room.

No, there was. Qin Qing, standing in the living room with a warm smile, was the most beautiful flower.

His scent stained the sofa, the cup rim, the towel, and even the surface of the doorknob. Ye Rongzheng almost dizzily put down his luggage and dizzily walked into the bathroom.

Thinking that he would sleep in the quilt Qin Qing had slept in later, falling asleep embracing his body scent, Ye Rongzheng actually felt a tightness in his lower abdomen.

He looked down, then hurriedly wrapped a towel around his waist and scratched his hair in annoyance.

Damn, why was he like a beast?

He definitely couldn’t go out looking like this. Ye Rongzheng had to sit on the toilet, frowning, suppressing the heat, and smoking a cigarette extremely irritably.

About five minutes later, he changed into the loungewear Qin Qing prepared for him and walked to the living room pretending nothing had happened. Qin Qing’s clothes were tight on him; his broad shoulders, thick chest, well-defined abs, and overly tight and powerful waist were all clearly outlined.

This sexy body was enough to drive countless men and women crazy.

Qin Qing, whose mood was a bit low, looked back and then laughed softly.

Beauty really has the power to heal the heart.

Ye Rongzheng walked barefoot to the balcony and looked down at this face that was both gentle and clear-艳 when smiling.

“When I make money in the future, I must plant this place full of flowers. Plant flowers for every season, so I can be surrounded by flowers every day.” Qin Qing said softly.

Ye Rongzheng moved a chair and sat close to Qin Qing. He turned his head to look at the book held in his arms and unconsciously read a sentence from it: “Is it true that your love traveled through ages and worlds in search of me?”

This sentence was underlined in red by Qin Qing, which was why it was found first.

Qin Qing looked straight into Ye Rongzheng’s pitch-black eyes and whispered gently, “It is true.”

Time froze at this moment.

Qin Qing rested his snowy cheek on his hand, curved his red lips, nodded, and whispered again, “It is true.”

The night wind blew his soft hair. The strands scattered slightly, half-covering his misty eyes, and were then moistly held by his thin lips. He was so beautiful, beautiful like a fatal temptation.

A temptation more fatal than life-and-death racing or violent fighting. In a trance, these words seemed to be spoken to him; the lover he searched for across ages and worlds seemed to be himself.

Ye Rongzheng stared blankly at Qin Qing unblinkingly, his body trapped by the other’s gaze.

Qin Qing blinked his watery eyes, then laughed low, “This is Tagore’s poem, have you read it?”

Ye Rongzheng, trapped by the watery gaze, instantly regained the ability to move freely. Not knowing if it was disappointment or shock, he was silent for a long time before shaking his head and saying extremely repressively, “I don’t like reading poems; they are all moaning without illness.”

This answer was too standard.

Qin Qing was amused, closed the book, and sighed, “Now, let’s talk about the debt issue.”

“What debt?” Ye Rongzheng was stunned.

He had long forgotten that he came to take revenge on Qin Qing precisely for that debt.

“Ah, that one hundred and fifty thousand.” He immediately came back to his senses, his heart tightening slightly.

How was Qin Qing going to pay the debt? Pay it all at once or slowly? It’s best to pay in installments, two hundred a month for 62 consecutive years. No, no, no, 62 years is too short. One hundred a month for 125 consecutive years…

Ye Rongzheng’s brain was already in chaos. He didn’t know what nonsense he was thinking about.

Qin Qing walked back to the bedroom, took out the account book and IOUs, and spread them out one by one in front of Ye Rongzheng.

Sensing what Qin Qing wanted to do, 996 hurriedly ran out of the kitchen, jumped onto the balcony railing, and questioned in exasperation, “Qin Qing, what are you doing? Why are you taking out the IOUs Yun Siyu wrote to you? Are you going to badmouth him in front of Ye Rongzheng? You are too insidious!”

Qin Qing looked at Ye Rongzheng seriously and finally confirmed that the unawakened god could neither see nor hear 996.

He turned on his phone, brought up his chat records with Yun Siyu, and placed them under Ye Rongzheng’s eyes as well.

“Look at these things first, and we’ll talk after you finish reading.”

Before his voice fell, Ye Rongzheng’s phone placed on the table also received a text message. A simple sentence, clear at a quick glance: [Let him buy Jialin Chip’s stock.]

This stock was carefully selected by Mu Feiyan. Of course, if he couldn’t pick one, Ye Rongzheng had also prepared one for Qin Qing.

Ye Rongzheng’s pupils contracted for a moment, and he almost picked up the phone to hide it in his pants pocket. Fortunately, his psychological quality was extremely strong, so he sat steadily.

Seeing this text message, Qin Qing’s eyes darkened, and the smile at the corner of his mouth faded.

He tapped the table with his slender fingertip, his tone surprisingly cold, “Read it quickly.”

Ye Rongzheng composed himself, picked up the account book, IOUs, and phone, and looked at them carefully. After a full half hour, he raised his head and looked at Qin Qing with astonished eyes.

He thought that the reason Qin Qing cheated that three hundred thousand was inevitably because he couldn’t accept the huge gap in life and used illegal means to continue his luxurious life. He thought that three hundred thousand must have been used by Qin Qing to buy various useless luxury goods just to decorate his face.

But he was wrong. Not a single cent of that three hundred thousand was spent on Qin Qing himself. Even the few million left after the Qin family went bankrupt were all given to Yun Siyu by Qin Qing.

Qin Qing lived in such a shabby house, used such a cheap phone and computer, while Yun Siyu wore designer clothes, used the latest phone, and held the most expensive painting tools.

How absurd! Why did Qin Qing do this?

Ye Rongzheng’s brain became even more chaotic.

At this moment, Qin Qing spoke slowly, “I had a crush on Yun Siyu, so I gave him everything.”

“What did you say?” Ye Rongzheng’s confused face instantly became fierce and hideous.

Qin Qing had a crush on Yun Siyu? Why? Yun Siyu, such a greedy and selfish waste, what right did he have to be loved unreservedly by someone like Qin Qing?

His brain was buzzing, unable to think. His chest brewed with rage, unwillingness, and jealousy, causing Ye Rongzheng’s eyes to turn red unknowingly.

He raised his eyes to look at Qin Qing, about to express his indignation, but heard Qin Qing say slowly, “I know you approached me deliberately for revenge. This two hundred thousand.”

He kicked the bulging travel bag and sighed, “Is a trap you prepared for me, right? You thought I would be greedy for money and would inevitably run out to meet you? You thought I would be thinking about this two hundred thousand and would inevitably take you home, then try every means to take the money for myself? You thought my character was inferior, stupid and greedy, and would easily take the bait? You thought that because you have money, I would obediently jump into the fire pit you prepared for me?”

The room was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. Only the whistling of the night wind was terrifying, like the screaming of evil ghosts.

A drop of cold sweat slowly fell from Ye Rongzheng’s forehead. His burning blood and racing heart were all ruthlessly frozen at this moment.

996’s chubby body swayed, and then it shouted in horror, “Qin Qing, did you peek at my script?”