Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

The group of people in the hall were all preoccupied with their own thoughts. They had come to enjoy the food, but instead, they had been met with bad luck. At this moment, no one mentioned cooking or roasting the prey.

The servant stepped forward and asked, "The game has been cleaned and prepared. When will it be roasted? Please give us your instructions, young master."

Only then did everyone remember the original purpose of their gathering here.

Xiao Lin slapped his forehead. "I completely forgot about that! Go tell Chef Liu to prepare everything immediately, making sure nothing is missing."

Then he turned to Xiao Qi'an and said, "Brother, you've been frightened. Why don't you relax and get rid of the bad luck? There's no need to make things difficult for yourself over such a scoundrel."

Xiao Qi'an pondered for a moment, then nodded, "As you wish, the wine you buried under the Longevity Tree last year can be opened today."

Xiao Lin was overjoyed, "Brother, you've thought of everything!"

He had been eyeing that jar of wine for a long time, but Xiao Qi'an had always stopped him. He never expected to have the chance to taste it today. He stood up with a smile and said, "I'll go dig up the wine now."

They couldn't wait even a moment longer.

"Go ahead," Xiao Qi'an granted permission.

Xiao Lin bowed and took his leave, pulling Gu Silang along with him as he went.

The two boys walked away side by side, their steps light and quick; even from their backs, their joy was palpable.

With the two lively characters gone, the hall fell silent. Chu Yun sat sideways, leaning lazily against the chair, one hand propping up her head on the table, her eyelids half-closed, as if she were in a daze.

Seeing this, Xiao Qi'an gently nudged Xiao Bai on his lap to get her off. She obediently crawled towards Chu Yun and nestled at Chu Yun's feet.

Feeling the softness at her ankle, Chu Yun came to her senses, smiled, picked up Xiao Bai, placed it on her lap, and stroked its fur downwards, which made Xiao Bai even more affectionate. It nestled peacefully in her arms and closed its eyes to sleep.

The girl lowered her eyes and smiled gently. The soft look in her eyes caught Xiao Qi'an's eye, making it impossible for him to look away.

In the past, Gu Huaizhi would always be the most nervous whenever Xiao Qi'an showed any unusual behavior. But today, he was out of character, lost in thought, and ignored the overly gentle look in Xiao Qi'an's eyes.

*

After everything was prepared, the group moved to a side room to have their meal.

The aroma of the roasted meat is rich and enticing, making one's taste buds tingle.

Gu Huaizhi was always traveling, while Gu Silang stayed in the Holy Medicine Valley to practice martial arts. It was rare for the two of them, along with Xiao Lin and Xiao Qi'an, to get together for a meal. This year, Chu Yun was also there, making it a lively gathering with many people and fine wine and food on the side, which was truly a delightful occasion.

Watching Xiao Lin and Gu Silang play rock-paper-scissors and argue endlessly, Xiao Qi'an, unusually, did not feel annoyed; instead, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Chu Yun was to his right, and when he caught a glimpse of her eating slowly and deliberately, he felt even more at ease.

Even during the Lunar New Year in the past, things were never this lively. Instead, we had to be polite and perfunctory with Xiao Changfeng, which was really unappetizing. Such a relaxed day like today is a rare treat.

Thinking this way, I cherish the present moment even more, and I long for every year to be like this.

While he was still in a daze, the woman in front of him suddenly raised her head and met Xiao Qi'an's eyes.

Xiao Qi'an awkwardly looked away, picked up a slice of roasted venison as thin as a cicada's wing, and placed it in Chu Yun's bowl.

"Venom is delicious, and it's a rare treat in the dead of winter. Eat more to warm yourself up."

Chu Yun didn't speak, but picked up her chopsticks and put the venison into her mouth.

The bright red lips touching the tenderly roasted venison created a striking and alluring effect.

Xiao Qi'an paused slightly, then looked away and turned his attention to Gu Huaizhi on his left.

Gu Huaizhi seemed to have been possessed by some evil spirit, drinking cup after cup of wine. In a short time, the wine pot in front of him was almost half empty.

His face was flushed, and his eyes were unfocused.

Xiao Qi'an frowned and asked, "Why are you drinking so much?"

Gu Huaizhi looked at Xiao Qi'an, his eyes revealing a strange emotion, and said in a drawn-out voice, "I'm willing."

Having said that, ignoring Xiao Qi'an's slightly somber expression, he tilted his head back and drank the wine in his hand, then threw down the wine glass, leaned on the table, and half-closed his eyes.

Apparently drunk.

Not long after the food was served, Gu Huaizhi became drunk. No one knew how much he had drunk, but he got drunk so quickly.

Although everyone present was an acquaintance, it was still impolite for him to be drunk and slumped over the table like that. Helpless, Xiao Qi'an called over a servant and instructed him to take him safely back to his residence.

Chu Yun watched Gu Huaizhi being supported and staggering as he walked away, and casually remarked, "What's wrong with Young Master Gu? He seems to be in a bad mood."

Xiao Qi'an: "I don't know either. He was fine when he went out this morning, but he seemed distracted after he came back. I'll ask him again when he sobers up."

"Mmm," Chu Yun replied softly.

*

"We must detoxify him! We must detoxify him!"

"Once he is cured of the poison, your father will come back."

"You have to help him, you absolutely have to help him!"

"I'm begging you! Huaizhi, I'm begging you!"

......

The woman's shrill voice rang out, piercing the eardrums.

The woman's face, long faded from my memory, kept appearing before my eyes, sometimes laughing wildly, sometimes contorted, various expressions alternating, vying to enter my mind.

Finally, all the images dissipated, merging into the woman's deathly pale face. Blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth, her eyes were bleeding, and blood was seeping from her nose, ears, and even her skin.

A perfectly healthy person was instantly covered in blood.

She looked to be in great pain, her mouth agape as dark blood gushed out, but her eyes remained fixed on the small child huddled in a corner not far away.

“Help him!”

The woman endured immense torment, finally uttering two words before her raised hand abruptly fell to the ground.

Her breath had ceased, but the woman's eyes remained wide open, her death filled with resentment and unwillingness to accept it.

The child struggled and fell to the woman's side, pushing her body repeatedly and crying his heart out, "Mother, Mother, wake up, don't leave Huaizhi."

The pain in the dream was so real that Gu Huaizhi, lying on the bed, was covered in sweat, tears welling up in his eyes, sliding down his cheeks and disappearing into the depths of his soul.

Even so, his dreams did not let him go, or rather, reality refused to let him go, and fate refused to let him go.

The image of the woman's tragic death in the dream disappeared, replaced by a tombstone.

The tombstone reads: "Tomb of my late husband, Gu Wuhui."

The small, thin child knelt before the grave. The woman pressed his head down, forcing him to kowtow, and shouted frantically, "The sins of the mother must be paid by the son! Today, in front of your father, I make you swear that you will spend your whole life curing Xiao Qi'an's poison! Even if you die, you will not regret it."

The child gritted his teeth, lay on the ground, and repeated his mother's words, one by one.

After he finished making his vow, the woman helped him up, held his head in her arms, and embraced him, choking back tears as she said, "Good child, I know I'm doing this to hurt you, but I have no other choice. I didn't want it to be like this either. In the next life, I will repay you by being your servant."

The boy leaned against his mother's chest, feeling no warmth at all. Tears streamed down his face as he said blankly, "Mother, don't cry. Huaizhi will do anything you want, as long as you're happy."

Upon hearing this, the woman hugged the boy even tighter, murmuring, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."