Transmigrated into the world of an NTR novel as the NTR Bastard
Chapter 036 – So Who’s the Real Little Cabbage Here?
Luo Qingchuan suddenly remembered—Chen Yanyu wasn’t supposed to make a move at this point.
Was Lu Chuning hinting that he had harmed Chen Yanyu?
No, that couldn’t be right…
No one knew that the one using the thunder technique was Chen Yanyu.
Aside from himself, the only one who knew her identity was Lu Chuning… Luo Qingchuan watched the girl in front of him carefully.
He was sure Lu Chuning wouldn’t expose it.
She wasn’t a bad person. On the contrary, despite her high status, Lu Chuning was someone with a strong sense of responsibility.
A small body, yet truly dependable.
Alright, even if the secret did get out, there were very few people in the world now who could defeat a dragon—or even catch one.
Even reclusive masters like Lu Wu, who was over 300 years old, or someone as high-ranked as Lu Chuning, wouldn’t dare provoke the Dragon King of the East Sea.
So even if Chen Yanyu lost to her attackers, once she transformed and soared away, she could leave without trouble.
Then...
Was Lu Chuning just warning him not to try anything with Chen Yanyu? Afraid he might try to trick her? Luo Qingchuan felt relieved.
He still believed in his own character. If he were "moved"...
Well, it wouldn’t be to skin and bone her—it’d be to peel something else.
“There’s a rumor,” Lu Chuning said, “that hundreds of years ago, a dragon longed for freedom and risked everything to escape the Dragon Palace. In the end, he was tricked by a woman she loved—had his heart and liver gouged out, even his eyes taken. Since then, no dragon has ever left the East Sea.”
She casually dropped another bomb: “So the thunder technique last night really was used by a dragon—shocking the world. After all these years, finally, a second dragon appears.”
She covered her mouth with a small hand, eyes curved into crescents. “You think this dragon meimei will follow in her family’s footsteps?”
Luo Qingchuan’s heart pounded, but his face remained blank. “There was such a thing?”
“Love, tsk tsk, so terrifying. I better stay far away.”
Lu Chuning pursed her lips slightly.
“Alright, that’s enough for now. You two can go back.”
“Just like that?” Su Yingxue was still foggy from all the talk.
She had some idea about the thunder beam from last night, but she hadn’t expected it to be from the legendary dragon clan.
She glanced at Luo Qingchuan and saw that he looked just as confused.
Lu Chuning smiled. “You’re students, after all. I’ll send you cultivation files later. If you have questions, contact me on your phones. Worst case, we’ll do a video call.”
Su Yingxue’s small cherry lips parted slightly—she was surprised.
Luo Qingchuan blinked. “So this is what spiritual energy revival looks like—so modern!”
“I’ve got a mission these next couple of days. Once I’m done, I’ll teach you both in person. Especially you, Luo Qingchuan.”
“Why?” Luo Qingchuan asked cautiously. “Is there something special about me?”
“Yeah. Your aptitude is especially terrible,” Lu Chuning said with a chuckle. “So I’ll have to supervise you closely from now on.”
A vein nearly popped on Luo Qingchuan’s forehead. “Then why take me as a disciple?”
Lu Chuning furrowed her brow in thought for a long moment, then dropped the act and smiled cheekily. “Same reason—I think you look good.”
Luo Qingchuan’s world went dark. Who would believe that?!
Su Yingxue didn’t look pleased.
She believed it!
Lu Chuning’s petite figure slowly rose off the ground, weightless.
Luo Qingchuan’s gaze was drawn to her fluttering skirt, her jade-white legs, her dainty feet in tiny heels.
Lu Chuning floated closer and bopped him on the forehead with a laugh. “What’re you staring at? Your girlfriend’s legs aren’t enough for you?”
“No!” Luo Qingchuan clutched his forehead, aggrieved. “Lu laoshi just flew up into the air—I was shocked!”
He really didn’t mean anything else. He was so wronged.
Su Yingxue looked puzzled at first, then glared at him with a quiet, wounded look.
“Bye-bye, little gege, little jiejie.”
With a whoosh, Lu Chuning’s body vanished.
Luo Qingchuan’s teeth ached a bit.
Why was she… so addicted to acting cute?!
Snapping back to reality, Luo Qingchuan saw Su Yingxue smiling at him.
Her smile was so gentle.
“Wanna see?” Su Yingxue asked.
“Huh…?”
“My legs.”
Luo Qingchuan immediately shook his head.
“You don’t?” Su Yingxue’s long, dark brows quickly furrowed.
“I do!”
“You do?” Su Yingxue bit her lip with a smile. “So you were trying to look earlier, huh? Lu laoshi does look quite petite, right? You like that type? A lolicon?”
“No no no no, absolutely not…”
Luo Qingchuan’s head was spinning.
Why was cool and elegant Su Yingxue suddenly so aggressive?!
“Then what is it you do want to see?”
Su Yingxue leaned in close, forcing Luo Qingchuan back against a tree.
Thunk.
She pressed a hand to his cheek.
A kabedon?!
Luo Qingchuan’s mind went blank.
Looking into Su Yingxue’s snow-white, breathtakingly beautiful face so close—
He suddenly kind of understood Chen Yanyu now.
And then—
Luo Qingchuan pulled Su Yingxue into an embrace and kissed her, gently biting onto her warm lips.
The startled girl instinctively tried to push him away, but after a soft gasp, she stopped struggling. Her soft body pressed against his, burning hot.
Su Yingxue’s long lashes trembled nonstop. Her sweet, soft little tongue slipped between Luo Qingchuan’s teeth, clumsily entangling with his, as if she was trying to win.
The two wrestled back and forth, unable to tell who had the upper hand.
Afraid someone might see, Su Yingxue pushed Luo Qingchuan away after a while, breathing hard.
She smiled with pursed lips, her beauty captivating. Then she stretched out a slender jade finger and wiped away the moisture on his lips—moisture she’d left there—and lightly licked the corner of her own mouth.
“Let’s go back,” Su Yingxue said, turning her blushing face away, trying to sound nonchalant.
Luo Qingchuan nodded gently, walking beside her on the way back to the school building.
“Can I go home with you tonight?”
“Sure, I’ll take you—huh?”
Luo Qingchuan looked nervously at the graceful girl beside him. “Wait, you mean you’re coming home with me?”
“Yep.”
Su Yingxue’s clear, elegant eyes looked at him as she smiled softly. “You don’t want me to?”
Luo Qingchuan could feel the chill of late autumn on his skin….
“Of course I do,” he said instantly.
Su Yingxue had started with a faint smile, but it faded from her lips. A lonely look crept into her eyes.
She lowered her head, her voice barely a breeze. “Last night… I fought with my parents.”
“Why?”
“They found the phone you gave me. They don’t like you. They told me to leave you.” Su Yingxue’s smile was complicated. “They said I’m destined to become immortal—how can I let myself be held back by some ordinary boy?”
Luo Qingchuan fell silent.
After spiritual energy revived, Su Yingxue's talent was extraordinary. If anyone was overreaching, it was him, the little gongzi.
In today’s world, wealth suddenly didn’t mean as much.
Just like a celestial maiden untouched by the mortal world falling for a second-generation rich boy—it wasn’t easy to make sense of.
The autumn wind blew hard, making it difficult to breathe.
“Then come stay at my place for a night.” Luo Qingchuan didn’t hide it—he was actually kind of happy. “Tonight, I’ll let you try my cooking.”
“What cooking?” Su Yingxue asked.
“I’ve got two signature dishes up my sleeve.” Luo Qingchuan patted his chest confidently. “I’ll make sure my guest is well taken care of.”
The girl blushed slightly, her shyness elegant. She muttered softly, “You really don’t look like someone who can cook…”
Luo Qingchuan said gently, “Why don’t you take me to your place someday? I’m not that bad. I’m sure I’ve got a few good points.”
“Nope.” Su Yingxue gave him a radiant smile and skipped ahead. “Too soon. Maybe later.”
Luo Qingchuan’s heart sank.
He didn’t have much confidence either. What was he going to do—shout thirty years east of the river, thirty years west, don’t bully the poor youth?
After all, he’d stolen away the little cabbage someone else had raised so carefully. He was the one in the wrong.
Wait… wasn’t it the cabbage that came after him?
Time passed quickly. As the sky darkened, Luo Qingchuan and Su Yingxue walked out the school gates together.
All the way, her graceful figure kept drawing the eyes of passing students.
Su Yingxue deliberately held Luo Qingchuan’s hand, her delicate face glowing with a soft smile.
On the way home, Luo Qingchuan bought some fresh vegetables and meat and stocked the fridge.
As for Chen Yanyu—
She had already gone back to the hotel.
Luo Qingchuan had gotten a message from her earlier.
The little dragon girl didn’t know how to use a washing machine, so she’d used a spell to clean his shirt for him.
She even sent a chibi dragon girl image she found online—a blue-eyed loli with dragon horns and chubby little legs. It was… quite attention-grabbing.
Chen Yanyu: [Luo Qingchuan Luo Qingchuan, look! Isn’t 2D so cute?!]
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About "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west, don’t bully the poor youth":
三十年河西三十年河东莫欺少年穷 - It's a chinese saying. The first part comes from observations of the Yellow River (黄河) in China that would shift its flow with time. The last part 'don't bully the poor youth' came from Qing Dynasty novel 《儒林外史》 (The Scholars) by Wu Jingzi (吴敬梓).
The overall meaning is that life changes. Don't look down on someone just because they're poor now — things can flip. Especially a young person, who has time to turn things around.
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