Chapter 103 Fiancé [VIP]

The man's world of consciousness was very different from what Qingran had imagined.

Because the system said that Cen Guanzhou had split his soul into two parts, he had a preconceived notion that he would see two separate individuals in the world of consciousness.

That is clearly not the case.

It was the same bedroom, the same large double bed. The man lay on the bed with his eyes closed, oblivious to everything.

If it weren't for the absence of the small energy balls flying around, Qingran would almost have mistaken this for the real world.

He lifted his foot.

The man on the bed opened his eyes sharply; his pupils were dark, and he had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes.

Qingran stepped closer, but the man merely stared indifferently at her sudden appearance and approach, remaining unmoved.

Hmm? Qingran tilted her head in confusion.

His body was in his true form, with a head of black hair tied back with a white jade hairpin. As he bent over, a strand of hair cascaded down from his shoulder, coolly brushing against his face.

Qingran casually brushed her hair aside, her palm lightly and ambiguously caressing the man's profile, her lazy voice like a hook.

"Are you mute?"

The man, who had been staring at him the whole time, seemed to finally look at him properly and asked in a hoarse voice that he hadn't spoken in a long time, "And what are you?"

Oh? So you mistook him for someone similar to Cen Tingye?

The soul in this body now belongs to Cen Guanzhou.

Qingran traced the man's earlobe with her fingers, kneaded his soft earlobe, then lightly touched his lips with her fingers, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"I am the monster who will devour you."

"Heh." Cen Guanzhou let out a sneer that was hard to decipher, his mind filled with thoughts of physically devouring him, and he closed his eyes, unconcerned.

"You can give it a try."

Seeing his expression, Qingran slid her hand from the man's lips down his chin: "Does Guanzhou mean you can do whatever you want with me?"

"As long as you can do it."

Now that Cen Guanzhou has agreed, Qingran has no reason to remain inactive.

The fingertips that had slid across his chin moved down his neck, and suddenly sharp vines appeared in the air, piercing his throat.

Qingran effortlessly neutralized it, and at the same time, her fingertips slowly drew circles on the man's prominent Adam's apple.

After playing with the hard Adam's apple that would slide around even through the skin, I moved on to the slight indentation between the collarbones, and then slipped under the thin blanket to explore the man's firm pectoral muscles.

Human skin is probably the most luxurious thing in the world to touch; it is smooth and warm, and you can feel the blood flowing beneath it when you touch it, which is fascinating.

During this time, attacks that aimed directly at vital points were relentless, but all of them were quietly neutralized by Qingran.

Cen Guanzhou opened his eyes and looked directly at him.

“You weren’t something Cen Tingye created,” the man stated in a declarative tone.

The man before him, whose beauty bordered on the supernatural, was able to easily block his attack, clearly demonstrating that his strength surpassed his own.

Cen Tingye's strength has always been roughly equal to his. If the man was created by Cen Tingye, he would have died long ago and wouldn't be alive now.

Qingran did not refute his statement.

“I am not something that Tingye created, but Tingye can create things from me.”

He leaned down and whispered in the man's ear, "Watching the daytime is also an option, want to try?"

The answer to Qingran was the sharp tip of a vine that suddenly pierced towards her temple.

After Qingran removed the vines, she gently bit the man's earlobe and affectionately complained, "Guan Zhou is really heartless."

Her hand groped under the thin blanket, and she heard the man's sexy groan as she wished.

"Your body is very honest." He kissed the man's ear.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Cen Guanzhou asked hoarsely.

This hoarseness was completely different from the previous hoarseness caused by not speaking for a long time.

Qingran kissed the man's thin lips from his cheek, her eyes narrowing as she smiled like a poisonous flower. "Didn't I tell you, I'm here to devour you?"

He hasn't decided on the plot yet, but a Cen Guanzhou who can't move and is at the mercy of others is so interesting, it's definitely an opportunity he can't miss.

Qingran decided to eat the person first, and then reappear as Yu Qingran.

Just then, he felt something gently bump against his body outside, most likely the system.

He paused, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes, and kissed the man's lips: "Unfortunately, something came up. See you next time."

As he spoke, his figure turned into wisps of smoke and disappeared into the air.

Cen Guanzhou stared at the spot where he had left, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable. The thin blanket covering him was disheveled, and there seemed to be lingering traces of the man's touch on his body.

Suddenly, an icicle pressed against his brow was shattered by a thin vine!

“Cen Tingye,” the man said coldly.

His eyes then struggled, turning gloomy and crazed. Sensing his current physical state, the man gave a mocking smirk.

"Tsk."

In reality, Qingran withdrew his spiritual sense and discovered that it was indeed the system that was bumping into him, its purpose being to warn him that someone was approaching.

Although Qingran was in a spirit form and could not be seen by ordinary people, he was still lying on Cen Guanzhou's body, and the blanket had been pulled off and was not covering him.

Upon seeing him regain consciousness, the system immediately spoke.

"Host, the male lead's mother and caregiver have arrived. It's almost time for the male lead's daily massage."

"I called you several times, but you didn't respond, so I bumped into you," it explained. "Didn't the male lead hear our conversation?"

Qingran nodded in agreement with the system's guess, got up, covered herself with the blanket, and restored the room to its original state.

Footsteps approached from outside the door.

After pondering for a moment, Qingran did not leave, but instead took the system and stood in a corner.

A short while later, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a graceful and elegant woman entered with two tall and strong men.

The woman sighed as she looked at her eldest son, who was still asleep in bed, and then gestured for the male caregiver to begin. She stood by to supervise, so that the caregiver wouldn't be perfunctory or bring personal emotions into the work, and wouldn't be too rough with his hands.

"Lingling, send me the plot of this world," Qingran said upon seeing this.

The system transmitted the plot to him, and after the caregiver finished massaging him, Qingran slowly finished reading the plot.

The protagonist, Shen Zhou, is a transmigrator.

In her original world, Shen Zhou was a 007-style corporate slave. Upon transmigrating, she was immediately faced with the domineering monetary temptation from the male protagonist's mother: "I'll give you five million to take care of my son."

What could Chen Zhou do but agree to her request?

Unlike the original owner who signed this humiliating contract because he liked Cen Guanzhou's younger brother Cen Mu, Shen Zhou didn't feel humiliated at all. After seeing Cen Guanzhou lying on the bed, he even thought that Cen Guanzhou was much more handsome than his brother!

He works diligently every day, and in front of the male lead's mother, he takes care of the male lead with utmost thoughtfulness and consideration.

Although most of the time I was supervising from the sidelines.

When they're alone, she's envious of the male lead's good physique, and her hands always seem to wander and grope him.

He didn't know that Cen Guanzhou, who had returned from the infinite world, possessed the ability to read minds and could hear his thoughts clearly, even his mutterings about Cen Guanzhou's good physique.

His pure and unpretentious appearance attracted Cen Guanzhou's attention, or rather, Cen Guanzhou was very interested in Chen Zhou's identity as a transmigrator.

Then Cen Guanzhou and Cen Tingye reached an agreement, compromised with each other, and shared a body.

The male protagonist remained clear-headed and did not believe Yu Qingran's sophistry.

It's only natural that the other party doesn't want to spend their life with a person in a vegetative state. He didn't retaliate in any way, but he also didn't want to reinstate the engagement.

Then, while developing a romantic relationship with Shen Zhou, she also abandoned her idea of ​​researching bionic bodies and reunited her split souls with his help.

It ended happily.

Qingran was deep in thought.

Yu Qingran has already spread the word, she has already subtly seduced Cen Mu, and she has already shown her disdain for him in front of Cen Guanzhou many times. She won't miss this opportunity.

It just so happens that the male protagonist's mother, Ms. Chen, will not find the sunken boat for another month.

Or he could stop rushing to become Yu Qingran and have some fun with Cen Guanzhou this month.

In the golden autumn of October, the sunlight near dusk is warm and gentle.

Ms. Chen pushed Cen Guanzhou, who was being helped into a wheelchair by a caregiver, out to bask in the sun. With no one around, she couldn't help but confide her recent worries to her son.

"Two or three months ago, there were rumors that you and Yu Qingran were going to break off your engagement, and recently the rumors have spread like wildfire."

"The Yu family has given up hope that you will wake up."

Ms. Chen's tone was complex.

“If the Yu family had come to our door openly to discuss things, that would have been fine. But they insisted on doing things first and asking for permission later. Yu Qingran even came to me feigning concern and complaining that he didn’t know what was going on with the rumors outside. He had no such intention.”

Ms. Chen was extremely disgusted: "Your father and I made a mistake in choosing him. How could we have chosen such a person?"

"If you were still conscious—"

He let out a heavy sigh halfway through his sentence.

If Guan Zhou were still lucid, the Yu family and Yu Qingran wouldn't dare to be so arrogant, and they wouldn't be caught in a dilemma about the heir.

The Shengming Group, which belonged to the family, had already been handed over to Guan Zhou, and Guan Zhou had done an excellent job. Her husband had said more than once that he was planning to retire and travel the world with her.

Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred, forcing the husband to take over the company's responsibilities again, and at the same time, they almost lost their outstanding son.

Looking at Guan Zhou like this, what's the difference between him and a living dead?

When she recalled her husband discussing with her the idea of ​​letting their youngest son learn to take over the group, a deep melancholy crept into Ms. Chen's usually dignified expression.

Cen Mu's ambitions have never been in the company; he even applied to the film and drama academy in college. If Cen Mu were to learn how to take over the group, it would mean that he would have to give up his current dream.

"Guanzhou, when will you wake up?" Ms. Chen sighed.

Qingran, who was standing next to her, carefully observed the expression of the man in the wheelchair. He showed no signs of being conscious.

No wonder Ms. Chen was in despair.

"Your father and I have discussed it and will announce to the public in the next couple of days that your engagement with Yu Qingran is dissolved."

Ms. Chen suddenly changed the subject and then said in a cold voice with a hint of decisiveness.

"Does Yu Qingran think the Cen family can't do without him?"

This thought had been lingering in Ms. Chen's mind for a long time, and it came to her uncontrollably as soon as she realized that the rumors were related to the Yu family and even Yu Qingran herself.

What does Yu Qingran have besides her family background? She refuses to believe that she can't find a daughter-in-law more outstanding than Yu Qingran!

Without hesitation, Ms. Chen instructed the caregiver following behind to wait until Cen Guanzhou had sunbathed for half an hour before pushing him back to his room. She then took out her phone, dialed her assistant's number, and walked away.

The caregiver glanced at the wheelchair under the ginkgo tree, then cast a spell on him, causing him to gradually ignore his employer under the ginkgo tree and choose to sit on a stone bench not far away to wait.

Qingran, having used a trick to deceive everyone, leaned to the side and sat directly on the man's lap in the wheelchair.

He probed the man's mind with his spiritual sense.

As expected, Cen Guanzhou's consciousness was simultaneously updated to the background of an outdoor ginkgo tree, where a man dressed in home clothes was sitting in a wheelchair, seemingly resting with his eyes closed.

Qingran was about to walk closer and sit on the man's lap, just as she would in the real world.

Unexpectedly, the moment his spiritual sense probed in, countless ice needles shot towards him like bullets!

With a thought, all the ice needles froze in mid-air just as they were about to pierce the skin, then crashed to the ground.

He walked to the wheelchair with a crisp creaking sound, meeting the man's slightly narrowed gaze.

Those eyes seemed to churn with a black mist, extremely aggressive, as if they wanted to peel his skin and dissect him to see everything clearly.

Although the process wasted some time, Qingran ultimately achieved her initial goal.

He casually brushed aside the ice spikes that were thrusting at him from all directions, and skillfully and naturally found a comfortable position to nestle in the man's arms.

Realizing that he wouldn't be killed anytime soon, the man stopped his attack and said something cryptic.

"So it was you."

"Are you envious, Ye?" Qingran reached out and stroked his smooth cheek.

He could tell at a glance that the man's eyes were different from Cen Guanzhou's, clearly indicating that he was another personality, Cen Tingye.

Aside from the reaction left on Cen Guanzhou's body, he couldn't think of any other trace that could make Cen Tingye associate him with him.

"A fragment of the Supreme God, or some filthy thing that escaped from the infinite world?"

Qingran glanced sideways and saw Cen Tingye's large, clear water mirror not far away.

In the scene, Cen Tingye is sitting in a wheelchair with his hands on the armrests, while he nestles softly in the other person's arms.

Seeing this, Qingran lazily changed her posture to make it easier for the other person to study.

"Dirty stuff? The kind that Night made me dirty?"

"A beautiful ghost?" Cen Tingye stared at the screen thoughtfully, then unexpectedly launched a few more probing attacks.

Although it was a test, every attack was launched with full force.

Qingran blocked all of them and asked him leisurely, "Is this how Tingye greets people?"

“It’s not a product of the infinite world,” Cen Tingye concluded after pondering.

If the supreme god had this ability, would it have been his turn to kill him?

“Tingye,” Qingran pinched the man’s chin and stared directly at him, “instead of investigating my origins, why not ask me my purpose?”

Cen Tingye stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly sneered, "The victor is king, the loser is villain. What's there to ask?"

A smile spread across Qingran's lips as he rolled over and straddled the man's lap, his full lips and soft buttocks pressed against him.

"Anything is fine with me? Hmm?" He brushed against the man's lips and moved them slightly.

Cen Tingye's eyes were deep and unfathomable. A thin stream of water seeped into the dark green hem of her dress, winding up her fair and shapely calves.

Qingran frowned and sighed, "It's so cold."

Cen Tingye probed, "Is this your purpose?"

When they speak, their lips inevitably brush against each other, like lovers whispering sweet nothings.

"This? This isn't enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, the water inside his robes suddenly split into two streams, two of which climbed upwards.

The icy temperature, unlike body temperature, made Qingran tremble slightly.

The colder the water, the closer he clung to the man's burning body to draw warmth.

He looked up and kissed the man's thin lips, but the man took the initiative, opening his lips to kiss his lips and the base of his tongue.

The two tongues intertwined like snakes, making an ambiguous, sticky, wet smacking sound.

Interspersed among the sounds were the cracking and shattering of icicles falling to the ground.

"Why not save your energy for something else instead of listening to the night?"

The attack never stopped. Once again, she blocked the water stream that had turned into an ice blade and was aimed straight at her heart. Qingran said breathlessly.

Cen Tingye manipulated the water flow to feel the warmth within him, her eyes narrowing: "I can see you're really enjoying yourself."

Qingran did not deny it.

"I would be even happier if it were you."

He knelt up and rubbed against the man who was already prepared, but halfway through, he suddenly remembered something.

Is 20 minutes enough?

Cen Tingye's eyes turned dangerous: "You can try."

Well, based on past experience, 20 minutes is definitely not enough.

"Give me a needle." He gently bit the man's lip.

An ice needle, aimed straight at the center of her brow, was suspended in mid-air. Qingran used it to prick her index finger, and a drop of bright red blood landed smoothly on her fingertip.

Then the blood droplet elongated and transformed into a slender, crystal-clear red snake, as smooth as agate.

The small red snake coiled around Qingran's fingertip, relaxed its body, and fell onto the man's shoulder. After being blocked by Qingran several times, it slithered into the man's half-open collar.

"Let's make it a little more exciting, shall we finish this quickly?" Qingran said, kissing the man's lips.

Cen Tingye frowned and throbbed as he noticed the snake sliding downwards.

More than twenty minutes later.

In the real world, under a ginkgo tree.

Qingran got up from the man's lap, bent down and kissed him on the lips, then used her spiritual sense to enter his mind to say goodbye.

"Thank you for your hospitality, see you next time!"

Then the illusion was removed, and his figure disappeared into thin air.

The caregiver next to her suddenly woke up from her nap, glanced at the time on her phone, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that only a few minutes had passed in half an hour.

He left the stone bench unhurriedly and walked over to push his employer back to his room to rest.

With her spiritual core already formed, Qingran discovered that the dual cultivation practice, similar to spiritual communion with Cen Tingye, still promoted her cultivation.

It only targets cultivation level, not mental state.

He pondered for two seconds, but couldn't come up with a solution, so he put his doubts aside.

Since she wasn't planning to go to work for the time being, Qingran stayed at the Cen family's house with the system.

When there were other people around Cen Guanzhou, he would meditate in the flower hall or under the ginkgo tree.

This happened quite often. Besides the caregiver's daily care time, Ms. Chen and Cen Mu would talk to Cen Guanzhou whenever they had free time, and occasionally Mr. Cen, who was under a lot of pressure, would also come.

Qingran suspected that the family of three had used the mute Cen Guanzhou as a confidant.

Only when no one else is around will Qingran use her spiritual sense to go and play with Cen Guanzhou.

Coincidentally, ever since he had taken advantage of Cen Tingye, the person he kept seeing inside was Cen Tingye.

This time is no different.

If there's any advantage, besides the exhilaration, it's probably that you won't suddenly get stabbed by an ice blade during the process.

Qingran rested on the man's shoulder, lost in thought, and licked the neck that was so close to hers.

"I'm tired," he said lazily.

"Is that all the strength you have?" Cen Tingye sneered in a hoarse voice.

A sexy voice came out from her throat, making Qingran's heart pound.

Qingran let the men laugh at her, and let the water flow around her waist and legs.

Although Cen Tingye's body is in a vegetative state, it doesn't mean that Cen Tingye can't move himself or Qingran.

After an unknown amount of time, the water suddenly stopped flowing over her waist and legs, and Qingran's body fell heavily to the ground under the influence of gravity.

"Hmm."

A sudden, muffled groan reached her ears, and Qingran accurately grabbed the vine that was piercing her throat.

He exhaled softly, grasped the vine that resembled a withered tendril, brought it to his lips and kissed it, his moist, rosy eyes curving upwards, his voice filled with affection and laughter.

"What a unique gift!"

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