Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance

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Last edited 7/13/21.

Qiqi’s gaze flitted back and forth between them. Then he set his pencil down. Softly and stickily, he inquired, “Are we not drawing yet?”

For a moment, Yan Qing Chi and Jiang Mo Chen felt awkward. Immediately, their playful mood turned serious.

Yan Qing Chi picked up the pencil and made a stroke on the paper.

Qiqi copied him and turned to look at Jiang Mo Chen. The latter looked up to the sky, speechless. He thought that if it was his, then he probably could not avoid it.1 Giving in, he picked up a pencil and followed Yan Qing Chi’s example to draw a stroke.

Seeing him draw, Qiqi returned his gaze to Yan Qing Chi.

As Yan Qing Chi swiftly drew the next stroke, Qiqi swiftly followed, then checked on Jiang Mo Chen again to see if he had finished drawing or not.

Jiang Mo Chen felt like these few minutes that they had been drawing seemed to drag on as slowly as if he had returned to his elementary school classroom. He would look down at the drawing in his hands, but he could never seem to draw out the pictures in the book. Every time he finished drawing, it looked like a child’s simple sketch.

This was one of the few bitter and depressing periods in Jiang Mo Chen’s life which he was unwilling to recall. He truly could not understand. Since young, he had been proficient in piano, chess, and his studies. Yet somehow he was completely stumped by art. He hadn’t been willing to give up easily, secretly practicing many times. However, he could never learn it—it was like he was born without the innate skill of drawing. No matter how hard he tried, he could only be an inferior klutz2.

Jiang Mo Chen sighed silently in his heart. He thought to himself,  “As expected, there is no gold that is sufficiently red nor any human that is perfect.3”

“However,” he sneered internally, “Yan Qing Chi is truly a talented person.” This was only the second time they had met, and he had already figured out his (JMC) shortcomings. Very good, he looked forward to seeing how long he (YQC) could play clever for. He (YQC) better not be stupid enough to fall into his (JMC) hands. If he did, then he (JMC) would definitely let Yan Qing Chi sit down in this room and draw. For three days and three nights, for three late nights, he (JMC) would make him (YQC) draw without a break. 4

The three people drew with their respective feelings. In the middle, Jiang Mo Chen had an incoming phone call. He hurriedly took advantage of this opportunity and left with his drawing paper in hand. He never entered the room again afterwards until Qiqi finished drawing. Only then did he leisurely make his appearance, with an expression of surprise that they had already drawn.   

Yan Qing Chi didn’t call him out5. After they finished the drawing lesson, he ate another meal at Jiang Mo Chen’s house before preparing to leave. Jiang Mo Chen rose, planning to send him off. Yan Qing Chi handed Qiqi the presents that he had brought.

He pulled out a Rubik’s Cube and asked the child, “Do you know what this is?”

The latter nodded, “A Rubik’s Cube.”

“Do you know how to play?”

Qiqi continued to nod.

“Then you play first. Next time when I come over, we’ll see how well you play.”

Qiqi’s eyes instantly lit up. He opened his mouth as if wanting to ask something, yet he didn’t make a sound. Slowly, he closed his mouth and simply nodded.

Yan Qing Chi reached out and rubbed his head. Qiqi did not resist, quietly watching him with curved eyes like a gentle little moon.

“Then I’ll come see you again tomorrow?” Yan Qing Chi asked warmly. 

Qiqi nodded docilely, his eyes full of soft fragments.

Yan Qing Chi felt like the kid was sort of similar to the Western dolls in the display windows—good-looking appearance, with a pair of eyes that can speak. The curve of his eye carries tenderness and warmth, causing others to become fond without being able to help themselves. Yet he was also very prudent and solemn, wearing a young and tender armor to protect himself as he peered out at the outside world in a cautious and restrained manner. 

He waved and said goodbye to Qiqi, leaving with Jiang Mo Chen.

Jiang Mo Chen very gentlemanly sent Yan Qing Chi home. After the car came to a stop, he turned to the other man and asked, “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, I did.” Yan Qing Chi answered truthfully. 

Jiang Mo Chen snorted coldly.

Yan Qing Chi turned to look at him, “What, did you not have fun?”

“What do you think?”

Yan Qing Chi hadn’t thought that he was so nitpicky under his mild-mannered appearance. For a moment, he wasn’t able to resist and burst into laughter. He bumped Jiang Mo Chen’s arm, “You’ve already made a fuss over it for a whole day, aren’t you tired?”

Jiang Mo Chen glared at him, “Shut up.”

Yan Qing Chi made an “okay” gesture, “Let’s skip over this topic then and switch to another one.” 

Jiang Mo Chen pondered for a while and finally made a solemn expression. He asked seriously, “What do you think about Qiqi?”

“He’s very cute, very obedient, and very sensible.”

“Do you like him?” Jiang Mo Chen followed up with another question.

“Yeah, I do.”

This answer was within Jiang Mo Chen’s expectations.

“You want to see him tomorrow?”

“Yes. Can’t I?” Yan Qing Chi asked in return.

Jiang Mo Chen looked at him, “Since you’ve already made plans with him, then go ahead. Next time, let me know in advance.”

He was the child’s father. Yan Qing Chi could not refuse this kind of request, “Alright.”

After discussing the child, the two of them discussed their marriage. Jiang Mo Chen said calmly, “Although it may be cruel to put it this way, I still want to make it clear in advance: Our marriage is not founded on a basis of love. Rather, it is a marriage of convenience in which both parties benefit.” He looked at Yan Qing Chi. “Whether you agreed to this marriage for that 50 million or for other reasons, I’m willing to give you whatever I can—as long as it’s reasonable. So if I’m not able to give it to you, then you better not have any delusions. “ 

His tone was quite chilly, yet his intonation was as gentle as ever. “I do not like anyone easily. So after we get married, I might—no, it’s ‘would’—I wouldn’t like you that much. I can promise you that I will fulfill the duty and responsibility that a husband should fulfill, and do my utmost to cooperate with your thoughts and needs. However, I hope that you can remember the words that I’ve said tonight. Do not pester me for the so-called love after we get married. That will only make you look worse.”

Yan Qing Chi hadn’t expected him to say these words so indifferently. He studied Jiang Mo Chen, and could only see the calmness and indifference in his eyes. Yan Qing Chi realized again that as expected, everyone had many sides. Five minutes ago, Jiang Mo Chen was still being nitpicky with him. He was more childish than Qiqi. Now he could calmly discuss conditions with him (YQC), paving the future road for him.  

Well, this wasn’t any issue to him. He smiled, bright and dazzling, “I got it. Don’t worry. As long as you don’t like me, I won’t like you.”  

Jiang Mo Chen chuckled, seeming to have thought that this phrase of his—’as long as you don’t like me’—was ridiculous. He replied, “Then you don’t have to worry.”

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The flag has been planted. I can hear the sound of faceslapping as well as the “so fragrant” warning coming from far away!

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Footnotes

The raw phrased it as such: 江默宸无语望天，觉得是自己的，大概真的躲不过。It seems to be a reference to a saying: “是福不是祸，是祸躲不过” (If it’s fortune, it’s not misfortune; if it’s misfortune, it’s unavoidable.) – which means that what’s bound to come will come, and one cannot avoid it. If it’s fortune, then it cannot be stopped. If it’s calamity then even if one tries to avoid it, it will still find them in the end…..“It is what it is”, in English equivalent.低等手残 (dīděngshǒucán) – “inferior klutz”, but it’s referring to his hand. So as can be inferred, he’s saying that he could only be someone who cannot draw or specifically someone with hands that spoil/cannot drawThis is an idiom: 金无足赤，人无完人 (Gold can’t be pure and man can’t be perfect). It means that every man has his faults/no one is perfect.I think the “three days and three nights” (三天三夜) is a cultural reference to the singer’s A-Mei’s song which is named the phrase. The “three late nights, let him draw without a break” (三更半夜, 让他画画不能停歇) part is most likely a parody of the lyrics in A-Mei’s song  wherein the lyric was “三天三夜的三更半夜
跳舞不要停歇” (for three late nights of the three days and three nights, dance without a break/dance nonstop).expose him/his act