Transmigrated into a Heartthrob Novel and Went OOC Chapter 46

 Chapter 46

“Back scrub?”

Fang Chaozhou looked at the handkerchief held by Xue Danrong and couldn’t help but reach out to take it. This was the first time he used his illusionary transformation, and he didn’t know when it would wear off. If Xue Danrong discovered the truth, he didn’t know what kind of trouble it would cause.

“Let me do it myself. I can scrub my back.”

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Upon hearing this, Fang Chaozhou couldn’t help but turn his head to look. “Where?”

He usually spent a long time scrubbing his own back, so how could it not be clean?

“It’s these places.”

As soon as the handkerchief touched Fang Chaozhou’s back, he realized that he seemed to have been deceived. But his back had already been scrubbed several times, and he instantly felt extremely uncomfortable. He almost jumped out of the bathtub.

If he had known, he wouldn’t have transformed Song Lianyi into a handkerchief. Now he was caught in a difficult situation.

Fang Chaozhou turned around, intending to avoid Xue Danrong’s back scrubbing. But when he turned around, the handkerchief rubbed against his front.

Fang Chaozhou: “…”

Feeling even more strange, he silently turned back again.

No, this won’t work either.

“Young Junior Brother, this piece of handkerchief feels uncomfortable to scrub with. Use this one instead.” Fang Chaozhou saw the genuine handkerchief he had just placed near the bathtub. Right now, the priority was to change Song Lianyi back as soon as possible, regardless of whether he got his back scrubbed or not.

He handed the real handkerchief to Xue Danrong.

However, in his haste to pass it over, Xue Danrong failed to catch it securely, causing Fang Chaozhou to loosen his grip, and the real handkerchief fell to the ground at once.

“It fell on the ground,” Xue Danrong looked at the handkerchief on the floor.

“How about picking it up and washing it?” Fang Chaozhou felt extremely tense.

Xue Danrong seemed to sense something strange and furrowed his brows slightly. “That piece is dirty. These two handkerchiefs are exactly the same. Why do you insist on using that one? Is there something I don’t know?”

Fang Chaozhou forced a smile. “No, Junior Brother, I think I’ve washed enough. Let’s not continue.” After saying that, he stood up from the water and reached out to grab the clean clothes hanging on the screen.

He didn’t even care that Xue Danrong was still behind him. In a hurry, he tried to put on the clothes, not bothering to dry himself, and the hem of the clothes dipped into the bathtub water.

He barely fastened his belt. With a long stride, Fang Chaozhou’s foot was already on the floor outside the bathtub.

“Senior Brother, you haven’t dried yourself, and you haven’t rinsed off the soap bubbles,” Xue Danrong stood in front of Fang Chaozhou, his eyes locked tightly onto him. “Why are you in such a rush to leave? Is it because of Song Lianyi? Or is it because of your nephew? Or maybe you don’t want to stay with me? Do you hate me?”

“No…” Fang Chaozhou had only said one word when the young man approached him.

The phoenix-like eyes before him seemed to have been meticulously painted, each stroke flowing like water and occasionally sharp as a knife, reflecting the emotions of the owner of those eyes.

“Since you don’t hate me, Senior Brother, prove it to me.”

The wet clothes were finally discarded on the floor.

When Hou Xiang arrived, the courtyard was quiet. He walked all the way to the corridor before he heard voices. The voices were muffled and somewhat indistinct, but he could make out fragments of conversation, two voices speaking.

“Weren’t you just saying you only wanted your back scrubbed, Junior Brother?”

“Second Senior Brother, this handkerchief seems to have changed color.”

“Really? It was originally this color… Should we just not use it?”

“Alright then.”

“When I said not to use the handkerchief, it didn’t mean you could just… No, I said I would you only scrub my back, Junior Brother!”

The voices suddenly stopped, and Hou Xiang realized something. He was about to move away when the door opened from the inside.

When the young man behind the door saw him, his gaze turned icy. “What are you doing here?”

“Hou Xiang is here to pay respects to the Xue family on behalf of the Ninth Uncle,” Hou Xiang met Xue Danrong’s gaze and involuntarily lowered his head.

Fang Chaozhou immediately emerged from the water in the cleansing chamber, hastily wrapping himself in an outer robe. He picked up the handkerchief that Xue Danrong had put back on the wooden tray. He transformed the handkerchief into a headband and wrapped it around his wrist. Then he washed the previously dropped handkerchief in the bathtub and threw it onto the tray.

After doing all this, he started to leave, intending to quickly return to his room and change Song Lianyi back before Xue Danrong and Hou Xiang started talking. However, just as he reached the doorway, two pairs of eyes fell upon him simultaneously.

Xue Danrong immediately turned and blocked Hou Xiang’s line of sight. He looked Fang Chaozhou up and down, and his face seemed to darken. He grabbed Fang Chaozhou’s hand and pulled him back into the cleansing chamber.

With a “bang,” the door closed again.

Hou Xiang watched as the door closed once more, his expression turning dark. He slowly approached and knocked on the door twice. “Ninth Uncle, His Majesty requested us to enter the palace early yesterday. It’s a bit late now.”

“Oh, I’ll be right out. Don’t make a fuss.”

The last three words were clearly not directed at him.

Hou Xiang bit his lip, a touch of irony in his smile, but his tone remained gentle. “Then I’ll go prepare the carriage and wait for Uncle at the entrance.”

“Alright, go ahead, my eldest nephew. We’ll be there soon.” After finishing his words to the outside, Fang Chaozhou patted Xue Danrong’s hand and intentionally wore a stern expression. “That’s enough. If you keep causing trouble, do you believe I’ll expose everything you’ve done?”

Xue Danrong raised his eyes, his gem-like gaze seemingly indifferent. “Hmm?”

His fearless demeanor made Fang Chaozhou feel like he was facing a different person. Where did his innocent and aloof junior brother go?

“Not only will I tell our master and junior siblings, but I’ll also tell… tell our grandmaster.”

Fang Chaozhou suddenly remembered that Xue Danrong should be afraid of Zhongli Yueshui. Now that Xue Danrong hadn’t been isolated for half a year and his snake venom had worsened, shouldn’t Fang Chaozhou take the initiative to send him to Zhongli Yueshui?

But he didn’t have time to send him to Huali Mountain right now.

Upon hearing the name Zhongli Yueshui, Xue Danrong furrowed his brow. “Why tell our grandmaster?”

“If I don’t tell him, who will treat your illness? I can see that your condition has deteriorated, and you don’t even realize it. Alright, you can go now. Go boil some water. I’ll make tea later.” When Xue Danrong showed no intention of leaving, Fang Chaozhou pushed him out. Fortunately, Xue Danrong seemed to genuinely believe that Fang Chaozhou was angry, so he obediently complied.

Once Xue Danrong left, Fang Chaozhou breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly walked to the nearby bedroom, closed the door, and hurriedly transformed the headband wrapped around his wrist back into Song Lianyi.

As soon as Song Lianyi returned to his original form, he slumped to the ground, his face blushing intensely, and his eyes dazed.

Fang Chaozhou paused for a moment, afraid that something had happened to Song Lianyi. He quickly lifted him and placed him on the bed.

“Song Lianyi, are you alright?” He reached out to touch his forehead, feeling it slightly warm. He hoped he hadn’t caught a chill just now.

Song Lianyi seemed oblivious to his voice, his gaze still unfocused. Even when Fang Chaozhou waved his hand in front of his eyes, he couldn’t capture her attention.

“Oh no, it seems like she’s really sick.”

Fang Chaozhou felt somewhat regretful. If he had known he would fall ill, he wouldn’t have taken a bath, nor would he have transformed Song Lianyi into a handkerchief. Song Lianyi was trapped in the puppet and had no cultivation. Now that he was so young, if anything happened to him, how could he explain it to the maid?

He had promised the maid that he would return Song Lianyi to her in perfect condition.

Fang Chaozhou remembered that he had some pills in his storage ring, so he quickly opened it and searched for fever-reducing medicine. Song Lianyi had been soaked in water for a while, and he was probably feeling cold.

To his surprise, he did find some pills. He poured out one pill and, fearing that Song Lianyi’s young body couldn’t handle it, he split the pill in half.

He pinched Song Lianyi’s chin and stuffed half of the pill into his mouth. Worried that he might spit it out, he also held her cheeks to force her mouth shut.

After a while of forcibly feeding him the pill, Song Lianyi finally showed a response. After his eyes sluggishly moved around, his gaze landed on Fang Chaozhou’s face.

In an instant, blood began to flow from Song Lianyi’s little nose.

Fang Chaozhou: ?!!

Did he overdo the dosage?

Xue Danrong returned with hot water, and when he passed by the cleansing chamber, his steps involuntarily paused. He glanced sideways at the wide-open door of the chamber, pondered for a moment, and decided to enter.

He walked straight to the bathtub and picked up the white handkerchief from the wooden tray. But after taking only a couple of steps, he halted.

Xue Danrong’s gaze fell upon a wet patch on the floor, surrounded by dry areas, as if something wet had fallen there earlier.

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