Transmigrated into a lewd little pervert, the crazy boss's kiss made his legs weak.

Qi Yuge's phone kept vibrating on the bed.

The screen lit up and then dimmed, dimmed and then lit up again.

WeChat messages kept popping up.

It must be his talkative assistant.

After reading it, Qi Yuge replied with an "Mm".

Six more came from the other side.

Qi Yuge: ...

He has moved back to the manor from the hospital to recuperate.

Even the most luxurious VIP ward in a private hospital is still a ward. He couldn't stand the smell of disinfectant, so he had himself discharged the next day.

The bandage wrapped around my upper thigh rubs against me and is a little uncomfortable when I walk.

But what really infuriated him was something else.

Qi Yuge leaned against the headboard, glanced down, and slowly clenched his teeth.

Don't let him catch that bastard.

That bastard who wears a janitor's uniform, is neither male nor female, and has a round, chubby butt.

Unfortunately, the surveillance cameras at Yujingtai were malfunctioning, and the witnesses couldn't even clearly identify whether the person was male or female.

After two days, the story had evolved into "a short man with agile skills".

"Careful my foot! Attacking him from behind while he's drunk, what kind of person is that?"

You dare to damage my gun?

If I catch you, I'll make you pay.

"Finally caught you!"

Qi Yuge lifted his eyelids.

The bedroom door was pushed open with such force that the doorknob dented the wall.

Qi Zhenhua.

The current head of the Qi family.

Even in his sixties, he still has a straight back and jet-black hair.

He rushed in with lightning speed, his ebony cane thumping loudly on the ground.

He was followed by a well-maintained lady.

She wore a pearl necklace with a mauve cheongsam, but her eyes were red-rimmed.

Before Qi Yuge could even speak, his cane flew over.

It's made of ebony and inlaid with silver hoops.

It was passed down from his grandfather to his father, and now his father uses it specifically to beat him up.

The cane drew a sharp parabola in the air.

It landed precisely beside his bed, just three centimeters away from the top of his bandaged thigh.

"You little rascal! You're always out partying, and this time you've really messed things up!"

Qi Zhenhua spoke with a strong, booming voice, his hair neatly combed back.

"You got kicked into the emergency room, Qi Yuge, don't you feel ashamed?"

Qi Yuge picked up his cane from the bed and put it aside, his expression indifferent.

"Could you please knock before you and Mom come in?"

"Knock on the head my foot!"

Qi Zhenhua sneered, leaning on his other cane.

Good guy.

I had brought one with me.

The old man stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at his most useless youngest son.

"Who was your benefactor who kicked you like that? Find me and I'll reward you handsomely!"

"I have to thank them in person for disciplining this bastard for me."

Qi Yuge's lips twitched upwards, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"You came all this way just to praise someone else?"

"Shut up."

Qi Zhenhua pointed in his direction with his cane.

"This is a perfect opportunity; get to the company tomorrow!"

"Your older brother was already managing three branch offices at your age, what about you?"

"You spend all your time playing with hawks and fighting dogs, neglecting your duties. Your face is practically on Beijing's blacklist of spoiled brats!"

"Did I spend your money?"

Qi Yuge replied lazily with five words.

This sentence is like stepping on a switch.

Qi Zhenhua and his wife's expressions changed simultaneously; the couple united and spoke in unison.

"Is that money you're making honestly?!"

Madam Qi started by counting on her fingers.

"Buying and selling those animals, is that a legitimate business? Do you know you're breaking the law?! You dare to keep anything as a pet; if your dad hadn't intervened, you'd be in jail by now!"

Qi Zhenhua seamlessly took over, his temper even more intense than before.

"Your grandfather's side is the same. He's a retired cadre who's been honest and upright his whole life, but he keeps getting calls every few days reporting that his own grandson has gotten into trouble! You've completely disgraced him!"

"I don't dare go to the old house during holidays. The first thing your grandfather asks me when he sees me is, 'Has that kid been executed yet?'... You think he's joking?!"

Qi Yuge finally sat up straight.

The cushion slid down from his back, the blanket piled up around his waist, revealing his bare upper body.

His abs were faintly visible through the edge of the gauze, and his V-line extended all the way down into the blanket.

He raised his hand and brushed the stray hairs hanging down his forehead back, his face showing three parts impatience and seven parts roguishness.

"I have a legitimate business license, and the scope of my business is clearly stated."

"These are all legal businesses. If you don't understand anything, don't talk nonsense."

"Do you really think we don't know anything?!"

Qi Zhenhua was so angry that his beard was trembling, and he stomped his cane on the ground three times.

Suddenly, the conversation shifted.

"Okay, I'll leave that matter aside for now."

"Then what's with you changing partners every day? You bring all sorts of cats and dogs home and onto your bed? And you even just throw them away without a second thought?"

"You don't have a single stable person in your life! Do you think you're collecting stamps?"

Madam Qi immediately responded, nodding vigorously with red eyes.

"That's right, Xiaoyu. You're twenty-eight this year. It's time to settle down. You can't keep drifting around like this."

"Tell Mom what kind you like, and Mom will help you find one..."

As she spoke, she pulled a stack of photos from her elegant handbag, as thick as a deck of cards.

She laid the photos one by one on Qi Yuge's bed, but when she was halfway through, she felt it wasn't enough, so she simply stuffed the whole stack next to his pillow.

Qi Zhenhua leaned on his cane with both hands, his chin slightly raised.

He concluded his remarks with a "no discussion" tone.

"I only have two requests today. First, report back to the company tomorrow. Second, set me up on a blind date. If you don't agree..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the window.

From this angle, you can see the glass eagle enclosure in the backyard of the manor, as well as the adjacent outdoor fenced area where various rare birds are kept.

The old man's eyes became meaningful, carrying a kind of unyielding certainty unique to elders.

"I wiped out your entire litter of precious animals."

"A fox, a mink... and that eagle, what was its name again, Yan Yan?"

"I'll confiscate them all and send them to the zoo."

"You'll see if I dare."

The bedroom finally quieted down.

Qi Zhenhua and his wife came and went quickly, slamming the door shut as they left.

The doorknob smashed another symmetrical dent into the wall.

The bedroom was filled only with the lingering scents of cologne and pearl cream, and the bed covered with photos from blind dates.

He randomly picked up a picture of a rich young lady.

He snorted coldly and tore it up.

He leaned back against the headboard.

One arm was behind his head, and the other hand reached for the cigarette pack on the bedside table.

He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, flicking the lighter with his thumb with a click.

The cigarette butt flickered, and bluish-white smoke rose slowly, blurring his hard jawline.

His eyes were half-closed, and his eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes.

"Hold."

He tilted his head back and exhaled a smoke ring.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it were being ground out from deep within his throat.

The phone lit up again.

It's a phone call.

He answered the phone; the other end was noisy, and he could vaguely hear low electronic music and a girl's laughter in the background.

"Young Master Qi, are you coming to Yujingtai? There will be a lot of people tonight, and Shang Hesheng will be there too!"

"Young Master Shang declared that since you're injured and can't leave, Beijing will be his from now on!"

Qi Yuge took the cigarette out of his mouth, pinched the butt between his thumb and forefinger, and slowly extinguished it on the bedside table.

He threw off the covers and got out of bed, stepping barefoot onto the carpet. He walked to the walk-in closet, opened the closet door, and ran his fingers across a row of dark shirts.

"wait for me."

It's a good opportunity to let him go and confront that annoying little brat.

Let that bastard know the price of kicking him.