Jiu Hao watched in slow motion as Zhao Ming walked inside the room, his long, straight legs striding purposefully.
Jiu Hao always knew that he preferred men, but for Zhao Ming's appearance suit his tastes to a T was slightly startingly.
Standing at 185cm, Zhao Ming's perfect figure was accentuated by the tailored suit that cinched in around his slim and narrow waist. Inky black hair which stopped short of his chin was styled neatly, the bangs framing his sharp face. Thin glasses rested upon his nose, the shine only adding to the coldness of those onyx eyes, gaze sweeping around the room with barely disguised distaste.
As his eyes fell upon Jiu Hao, who was still being propositioned by the man below him, a series of emotions flashed across his face before vanishing as if nothing had happened.
"You..."
Jiu Hao felt himself freezing up as his dear fiancé spoke, his voice akin to a lake- cool and controlled without any fluctuations, but you'd always end up feeling insecure at his tone.
Zhao Ming shook his head lightly, not paying the cannon fodder any mind, his gaze trained on the man who had made himself comfortable between Jiu Hao's legs.
Fuck!
Standing up abruptly, Jiu Hao noted how his actions had shocked those in the room, the little beauty exclaiming, the cannon fodder shouting about Jiu Hao being too riled up and finally Zhao Ming, who's eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly before shifting back to their original form.
Like approaching a startled animal, Jiu Hao slowly made his way to Zhao Ming- heart racing rapidly.
[Alright, clearly I've transmigrated, but I've got time to freak out about how the fuck this actually happened later. Right now...what would a transmigrated MC do in my situation? Ah! Probably try and fix this mess of a plotline they've got themselves stuck in. Okay, okay...I can do this...!]
"Z-Zhao Ming-"
"Brother Hao, do you not want me anymore?"
What the hell!!
Barely restraining himself from strangling the idiot who clearly couldn't read the situation, Jiu Hao focused his efforts on placating Zhao Ming, who's expression becoming more and more cold as the little beauty continued speaking- moaning something about "Being worth it" and wanting to "Ride his car!"
Jiu Hao used to find it humorous how transmigrated MCs always seemed to find themselves starting off in the worst possible situation, but no longer did Jiu Hao find that funny. He didn't even know how long him and Zhao Ming had been engaged, how long had 'he' been fooling around?
He was about to speak up again, when Zhao Ming beat him to it, his voice less than pleased.
"Your phone was off and I had no clue where you were. It's lucky that I know you spend your time here else I would've called a search party."
Eyelashes trembling slightly, Zhao Ming sucked in a breath before continuing.
"You need to be more careful hanging out in these types of places, drinking too much alcohol isn't good for your health."
Jiu Hao wasn't even the original soul but felt tremendously guilty. Even upon finding his fiancé having another man all over him, he was most concerned with his health.
Damn you original host! No longer would he mistreat his precious lover!
Speaking of alcohol, Jiu Hao wasn't sure whether it was the sudden transmigration or the drinking which had him feeling slightly dizzy. It was most likely both.
Clearing his throat, determined to switch this narrative around, Jiu Hao nodded seriously- much to Zhao Ming's surprise.
"A-Ming is right!"
Jiu Hao didn't miss the sudden intake of breath and the flush on Zhao Ming's ears as his lips trembled, as if unable to believe Jiu Hao was referring to him that way. Jiu Hao wouldn't be surprised if he thought he was doing it just to make Zhao Ming soft, before going on about how Zhao Ming should allow him to have fun.
"A-Ming...being so considerate of my health...Hah, let's go home, I'm tired."
Sure, it wasn't the best, but Jiu Hao was convinced if he suddenly apologised for his behaviour as of late, Zhao Ming would brush it off as a drunken mistake or that Jiu Hao was clearly scheming something.
And he wasn't exactly lying, he was tired. Even if he apparently died during his sleep. At least with some rest, he could wrap his head around what his next course of action was.
The small victory was that he hadn't read a cultivation novel for a while- that would be a nightmare to transmigrate into.
Jiu Hao still had to figure out how far into the plot he was and make appropriate preparations.
Momentarily stunned, Zhao Ming nodded as if unable to believe what he was hearing, about to grab Jiu Hao's wrist before thinking better of it, his slender hand retreating back to his side.
"Mn, the car is outside. Let's go."
Without a backward glance, Zhao Ming made his way out of the room, leaving Jiu Hao behind.
The cannon fodder piped up, shock painted all over his face as he spluttered.
"You..."
"I'm tired, I'll contact you tomorrow."
[Hah! As if.]
Jiu Hao didn't recognise this cannon fodder, but knew he'd have to estrange himself from his 'circle of friends' if he wanted this future marriage to be smooth sailing.
And with that Jiu Hao rushed after Zhao Ming, his fiancé.