Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You're Overpowered? Chapter 8

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Chapter 8: Rich and Powerful Young Master is a Little Cold 8

So Xiao Yan watched as she walked ahead of him and still like following a rule, she maintained at least a one-meter distance from him. 

The two carried out an incomparably pure evening walk.

Until they return to the villa, Xiao Yan still hasn't figured it out. Xu Zhao this woman, what does she want to do in the end?

Beaming at Xiao Yan in goodbye, Ah Zhao returned to her room.

Suddenly, her eyes came in contact with the cold gaze of the butler on the corner

Ah Zhao: “......”

She always thought that the expression shown in this Mister Butler's eyes were somewhat strange.

“Is there anything, Mr. Butler?” Ah Zhao asked.

The butler shook his head expressionlessly. He was somewhat surprised by Ah Zhao's sensitivity.

Ah Zhao inexplicably glanced at him and went back to her room. 

That night.

Xiao Yan sat by the window.

He didn't turn on the lights. The floor-to-ceiling window's curtain was opened by a gap and a small ray of moonlight squeezed into the room. It didn't bring much light to the room. Instead, his shadow makes the whole room look gloomy and eerie.

Xiao Yan didn't care about that at all.

He had long been accustomed to this kind of silence and darkness.

He likes to ponder over some problems in this kind of silence very late at night. This can make his train of thought incomparably fast and clear.

As for whether he feels afraid?

At the age of ten, Xiao Yan had a nightmare for half a month after watching on helplessly as his stepbrother trampled the white cat that his mother left him to death.

Half a month later, someone finally discovered that there's something wrong about him.

Many people knew that Young Master Xiao has some mental problems, even Xiao Yan himself thinks so.

Which normal person would have such a weird habit? Aversion to light, hating having contact with others, rejecting the approach of others to himself, and having no expectation on everything.

All the warmth and fear, that a normal person should emotionally have, we're all buried together with the cat's death.

Xiao Yan once again thought of the woman he met today.

Xiao family didn't know that Xiao Yan's mother, the woman who died of emotional depression left her only son a dark hand.

(TL: This dark hand is like a person or subordinate hidden in the dark. It like the hidden guard or spy)

She intended to protect herself by not having his biological father like his son. Xiao Yan used it to do more things.

Xiao Yan is very clear about the deal between Xu Zhao and Zhao Li.

It was because he knew everything that he didn't understand Ah Zhao's behavior today.

He clearly gave such an opportunity. What on earth is she thinking?

Nevertheless, does she have a bigger objective?

The feeling of irritability at the bottom of his heart rose up again.

Xiao Yan's eyes were cold: He particularly doesn't like the feeling of things going out of his control.

It's like being a perfectionist, with obsessive-compulsive disorder, seeing something so discordant.

He can't resist the temptation on the bottom of his heart, wanting to make it disappear!

Xiao Yan forcibly closed his eyes and breathed deeply, pressing down the brutality that rose from the bottom of his heart.

And when he walked and watched, he didn't believe that Xu Zhao, that woman, can hide it so well.

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Meanwhile, in the next room.

The warm yellow style gently poured into the room.

Ah Zhao wore beige loose-fitting pajamas with her long hair scattered around her as she sat crossed-legged on the bed. She holds a notebook with her right hand and took notes word by word with her left hand.

“......good work and living habits.”

(TL: WTH is she writing?)

“En, to train body(exercise)……”

(TL: Experienced Chinese readers knows that “En” is somewhat a groan of an agreement. Kind of like “Yeah”)

“Guide him to slowly communicate with people around him……”

In a place where people can't see, the white cotton candy(marshmallow) system is glimmering with light, working hard to skim through all kinds of information for Ah Zhao to serve as a reference.

One person and one system, making the transforming the male lead plan with motivation.

[End of Chapter 8]

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TL: Poor little white cat. We have the little kitty serve as the first cannon fodder in this story. Rest in Peace white kitty...