Villainous Sick Beauty Extra 12

TL: Hua

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Extra 12: Campus Life 6

The room suddenly fell silent, and an awkward stillness filled the air.

Perhaps it was the heating being on too high, but Ye Rongxu gradually felt his face flush, as if all the blood in his body was rushing upwards.

He shifted uncomfortably, trying to free his chin from being held, but as he inadvertently lifted his eyelids, his gaze met a pair of eyes as deep as an abyss.

Qin Chaoyan’s eyes were clouded with dark ink. Sensing his desire to break free, he instead squeezed with all five fingers, as if his entire hand was gripping Ye Rongxu’s delicate, pale chin.

“What did you just say?” Qin Chaoyan suddenly leaned closer, his voice exceptionally hoarse. “What ‘grow so big for nothing’?”

Ye Rongxu instinctively leaned back, almost feeling the warmth radiating from Qin Chaoyan’s body, his voice stuttering.

“I… I mean, ‘getting so old for nothing’?” He then regretted it and lowered his eyelids, his ears burning.

Qin Chaoyan wasn’t that old, and besides, could anyone control their age? But then again, maybe they couldn’t control that either… Wait, could they?

Qin Chaoyan’s breathing seemed to tighten. His gaze on Ye Rongxu grew deeper and deeper, and he suddenly leaned down.

Ye Rongxu’s heart instantly panicked, and he struggled, “What are you doing?”

Qin Chaoyan held his slender, pale wrists with one hand, raising them above his head, and said in a hoarse voice, “Want me to tell you why?”

If Ye Rongxu’s gaze hadn’t been darting around when he said that, Qin Chaoyan might have believed his nonsense.

However, his Xuxu had always been shy, yet this time he actually initiated a conversation about such things.

A surging undercurrent churned in Qin Chaoyan’s heart. This kind of spiritual pleasure was no less intense than any other, to the point that just lightly holding the beautiful, pale chin of the person in front of him and kissing him made it difficult to restrain himself, his eyes burning red.

When Ye Rongxu frantically tried to escape, it was already too late. He was like a pitiful small animal caught by a beast, pressed under its claws and wantonly bullied.

His slender, pale insteps pressed tightly against the dark bedsheets, lightly kicking twice, then curling slightly inward.

After a long while, his bangs were damp, and his voice was slightly hoarse and choked, “…I still have to go to the comic con tomorrow.”

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The next morning, Ye Rongxu, wearing a light-colored turtleneck sweater and with slightly messed-up hair, sat at the dining table eating breakfast.

Qin Chaoyan brought another plate from the kitchen and, as he placed it on the table, casually pressed down on a small tuft of Ye Rongxu’s rebellious hair, saying, “It won’t stay down. How about getting a styling done or trying to gel it?”

Ye Rongxu tilted his head, dodged, then glared at him. “It’s all your fault!”

Qin Chaoyan: False accusation.

Ye Rongxu: “It’s easy for it to stick up when you sleep right after washing your hair.”

Qin Chaoyan: “But I blew it completely dry for you last night.”

Ye Rongxu: “How dare you say that? If it weren’t for you, would I have to…” take another shower before bed?

But before he could finish, Lin Jiaojiao, fully dressed, emerged from the guest room.

Ye Rongxu quickly shut up, while Qin Chaoyan greeted her normally, “You’re awake? Just in time to have breakfast with your brother. I’ll take you two to the comic con later.”

Lin Jiaojiao’s eyes lit up. She walked over and praised, “Wow, Brother Qin, you’re becoming more and more virtuous… er, more and more amazing! These breakfasts are so exquisite, and they look delicious.”

Ye Rongxu secretly rolled his eyes.

*italic How could he not be amazing? Every time he finishes tormenting me, he tries every possible way to make delicious food as compensation. I feel like in a few more years, he’ll become a master chef, but the cost… it’s too taxing on the waist, and it’s my waist that’s taxed.

As he was letting his thoughts wander, Lin Jiaojiao’s gaze suddenly fell on him, and she asked strangely, “Brother, the heating in the room is quite strong. Aren’t you hot, wearing so many layers?”

Ye Rongxu: “…”

“I’m, frail, and, sensitive, to, cold,” he enunciated slowly. “I’m not hot at all.”

“Then have a bowl of sea cucumber soup; it’s good for your kidneys.” Lin Jiaojiao quickly pushed a bowl of sea cucumber soup towards him.

Ye Rongxu: “…”

Qin Chaoyan: “…”

Ye Rongxu felt a pang of guilt. He quickly finished his breakfast and returned to the room to deal with his unruly hair.

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The comic con started at 10 AM. Ye Rongxu’s residence was very close to the exhibition center. At 9 AM, Qin Chaoyan drove him and Lin Jiaojiao there.

Because the venue had air conditioning, Ye Rongxu deliberately wore a dark hooded sweatshirt under his down jacket. Once inside the venue, he took off the down jacket.

Other arrangements for the autograph session had already been made; Ye Rongxu only needed to arrive early and coordinate the process with the staff.

Coincidentally, his autograph signing spot was right next to the exhibition area for “Destiny,” a popular game under Rongchao Games. Ye Rongxu had previously drawn fan art for it, and the original character design contest that Xiao Pang wanted to enter was also for this game.

Due to its popularity, this game was now considered Rongchao Games’ top pillar. However, Rongchao Games was just a department under Rongchao Group, and “Destiny” was just a relatively successful product within that department.

Qin Chaoyan, as the helmsman overseeing the entire group, would normally pay little attention to this game, let alone its exhibition booth at a comic con, if it weren’t for Ye Rongxu.

But the Rongchao employees in the “Destiny” exhibition area all knew that their current booth location had been personally designated by President Qin of the group.

“It must be because our game is so popular that President Qin personally pays attention to it.”

“That’s for sure.”

“If we keep working hard, headquarters will definitely give us more support. Maybe soon, Rongchao Games will become the most profitable department in the group.”

“That’s for sure.”

“Wait, that tall, handsome guy, 1.9 meters tall with a 2.8-meter aura, walking towards us—is that our President Qin?”

“Looks… looks like it really is?”

“Holy cow, President Qin is personally inspecting our exhibition area?”

“It must be because our game is so popular and successful that it caught President Qin’s personal attention.”

“That’s definitely it!”

“Here he comes, here he comes! Everyone, be serious, be diligent. If we perform well, promotion and salary increases might be just around the corner.”

“That’s defi—”

“You shut up.”

Although it wasn’t 10 AM yet and the comic con hadn’t officially started, there were quite a few people in the venue.

Qin Chaoyan protected Ye Rongxu all the way to the exhibition area, then directly communicated with the staff on his behalf, acting throughout as if he were Ye Rongxu’s agent—if he had one.

Ye Rongxu, on the other hand, stood stiffly to the side, wearing a mask and looking a bit dazed.

Even more stunned than him were the Rongchao staff at the adjacent “Destiny” exhibition area.

“If I’m not mistaken, President Qin walked to the next booth?” the previously excited person murmured.

“Did he go to the wrong place?” Someone who felt they were losing a chance for promotion and a raise asked without giving up.

“Look, he’s already talking to the staff over there. Does that look like he’s in the wrong place?” Another person said gloomily.

“Then he definitely didn’t go to the wrong place…”

“You shut up, repeater,” the other three whispered.

The young employee nicknamed “Repeater” grumbled.

“Speaking of which, what’s the exhibition area next door?” A few employees gathered to discuss it again.

“It seems to be an autograph session for an artist.”

“And they even drew fan art for our game. Look, it’s on the exhibit image.”

“Then, should we… go say hello?”

The several people were immediately tempted, but—

“I don’t really dare.” They quickly shook their heads.

Qin Chaoyan quickly coordinated with the staff and then helped Ye Rongxu sit down.

Ye Rongxu, feeling awkward, whispered, “Don’t be like that.”

It was too strange; he wasn’t immobile. Didn’t he see the people in the neighboring booth looking over? Speaking of which, the neighboring booth seemed to be for a game under Rongchao?

“Aren’t you going to your company’s booth?” Ye Rongxu asked after sitting down.

Qin Chaoyan had already placed a soft cushion on his chair and a back cushion behind his lower back. Hearing the question, he turned to glance at the adjacent booth and said, “I’ll go during a break later.”

The adjacent booth was large, spacious, and fully equipped. He had specifically arranged it next to Ye Rongxu’s booth for easy access during breaks.

Ye Rongxu didn’t think much of it. The comic con quickly began, and fans started to line up for autographs and photos.

Ye Rongxu, wearing a mask, had cool, pale skin, revealing only a pair of ink-jade eyes. When silent, he exuded an aloof aura, and when he lowered his head to sign, he was exceptionally serious.

His handwriting was also particularly beautiful, delicate, and elegant. Each signature drew quiet gasps from his fans.

Qin Chaoyan stood by his side the entire time, occasionally leaning down to ask, “Are you tired?” or “Do you want some water?”

Perhaps his appearance was too outstanding, and when standing next to Ye Rongxu, he was a perfect match, especially when he lowered his head and spoke to Ye Rongxu with an exceptionally gentle voice.

A few young fans couldn’t help but snap photos and post them on Weibo, exclaiming, “The staff next to Teacher Rong is so handsome, and his voice is so gentle and charming when he talks to Teacher Rong. What should I do? I want to ship them!”

Ye Rongxu’s Weibo nickname was “Rongyan,” and fans affectionately called him “Teacher Rong.”

The young fan was somewhat well-known in the community, and many fans who couldn’t attend the signing in person were monitoring the situation on Weibo. Soon, the comments under the post were filled with “So shippable,” “Divine visuals,” “Teacher Rong’s eyes alone are beautiful,” and “Teacher Rong, I command you to take off your mask.”

A Rongchao employee who had deliberately strolled past Ye Rongxu’s booth accidentally caught sight of the post, went back, specifically searched for it on Weibo, and couldn’t help but share it with the others:

“Staff? Oh my god, this is President Qin of our group.”

“I feel like President Qin has an unusual relationship with the artist next door.”

“Definitely chasing wife.”

“That’s defini—” Halfway through, he suddenly stopped.

“Repeater, you can finish your sentence this time,” the others said gloomily.

Xiao Pang also came to the comic con today and specifically wandered around the “Destiny” exhibition area.

Perhaps it was good luck from being nearby, but just as he stood still in the exhibition area, before he even had a chance to look around, his phone received an SMS from Rongchao Games, congratulating him on his work being selected and accepted.

This also meant he would get a chance to work at Rongchao Games.

Xiao Pang was so excited his hands trembled. He held his phone, rereading the message again and again, then couldn’t help but share it with his roommates on WeChat.

Wang Zhuo and Tang Ying quickly replied. After congratulating him, they both joked about him treating them to a meal.

Xiao Pang kept saying “Okay” with excitement. After replying for a long time, he noticed Ye Rongxu hadn’t responded. He remembered that Ye Rongxu had a signing event today and worried that the message might get buried when he checked group messages later.

So, he sent a private message, told Ye Rongxu the news, and then asked, Rongxu, where is your signing booth? I’ll come find you.

Before he received a reply, he overheard the intentionally hushed voices of the “Destiny” exhibition staff—the staff member standing next to the artist at the adjacent booth was President Qin of Rongchao.

Xiao Pang couldn’t help but be curious and wanted to see his future boss, so he craned his neck to peek at the next booth.

Ye Rongxu happened to be taking a break. While drinking water, he glanced at his phone and casually picked it up to reply with a voice message: “My booth is quite small and not obvious. Just find the ‘Destiny’ booth; I’m right next to it.”

He just happened to open the voice message and also happened to see Qin Chaoyan in the next booth, gently massaging Ye Rongxu’s right hand, which was sore from signing autographs.

Xiao Pang: “…”

President Qin of Rongchao? Isn’t that my roommate’s boyfriend?

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