Transmigrated Into The World Of An NTR Novel As The NTR Bastard

At a small table tucked away in the corner of Qinggang Bar, Lu Qingchuan ordered a bottle of low-alcohol fruit wine and settled down with Chen Yanyu. The fruity elixir was delicately poured into two separate glasses, a discreet choice to avoid any unwanted attention from the observant waitstaff.

“Miss Chen, here you go,” Lu Qingchuan extended the glass towards her.

Chen Yanyu, her curiosity piqued, questioned, “What is this?”

“A straw,” Lu Qingchuan responded with a playful grin.

Recognition flickered across her face as she delicately placed the straw into her glass, taking a tentative sip. Her eyes then met Lu Qingchuan, as if trying to decipher his intentions.

“Actually, I do know what it is,” she confessed, “but the dim lighting makes it challenging to discern.”

Lu Qingchuan, with a gentle smile on his face, gave her some advice, “Then stash away those sunglasses.”

Relenting, Chen Yanyu carefully tucked her sunglasses into a compact case within her shoulder bag, revealing a breathtaking countenance adorned with a hint of bashfulness. Lu Qingchuan’s heart skipped a beat, and he averted his gaze, momentarily overwhelmed by her radiant allure.

The alternating play of light and darkness cast an intriguing ambience as Lu Qingchuan’s eyes darted across the bar, refusing to let anything escape his notice. He was on a mission, scouring the room for any sign of ‘Mudan’s’ presence. And so, one by one, the people location unfolded before his gaze:

In the east corner, a confident big brother with a beaming smile radiated an air of self-assuredness.

Towards the back, a couple intoxicated by their love and liquor embraced passionately, their kisses a fiery testament to their connection.

On the left, a bespectacled young man engaged in animated conversation with his acquaintances.

And near the entrance, a young man stood silently, engrossed in their phone, seemingly detached from the bar’s vibrant energy.

This place couldn’t merely be defined as a microcosm of society, but Lu Qingchuan sensed something deeper—a profound individuality resonating within each person. They were not mere statistics from the news; they were living, breathing souls.

23:19:12… This number is like a curse.

Regardless of gender, young or old, they would all fall into the wheel of reincarnation under the hand of Mudan in the blink of an eye, regardless of any attachments that they may have with other people.

Lu Qingchuan had the appearance information of ‘Mudan’ and the future descriptions from the book. After ‘Mudan’ practiced the “Blood Demon Training Method,” he absorbed the flesh and blood of the same kind and became muscular and tall.

Chen Yanyu discreetly stole a glance at Lu Qingchuan’s face. His expression remained serene, neither gloomy nor overly joyful. His intense gaze remained fixed on the entrance, meticulously observing every guest entering and exiting the bar, determined not to let anyone slip by unnoticed.

“Hey, you two!” A stunningly dressed girl suddenly approached them, accompanied by her group of friends. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she spoke. “You both look absolutely gorgeous, are you guys in the middle of a date?”

Chen Yanyu felt her cheeks flush, ready to shake her head in denial, but before she could respond, she saw Lu Qingchuan nod politely, a warm smile gracing his lips. “Yes, we are.”

A sharp pain shot through Lu Qingchuan’s thigh as the dragon girl next to him pinched his thigh, hard, but he suppressed the urge to react. He silently endured the pain.

Engaging in meaningless conversation would distract his attention, so he wanted to get through this encounter swiftly.

“Can we take a photo together?” the girl asked eagerly, assuming that their stunning looks indicated some level of fame or celebrity status.

“Sure,” Lu Qingchuan immediately agreed, his patience unwavering. The girl approached, positioning herself between Lu Qingchuan and Chen Yanyu, and snapped a photo of the trio.

Lu Qingchuan adjusted his hat and removed his mask, making a conscious effort to soften his naturally stern expression, ensuring that no imperfections would mar the photograph. Chen Yanyu’s cheeks turned a subtle shade of pink as she delicately held her glass with her fair and tender fingers, playfully biting the straw and revealing a restrained smile that was undeniably adorable.

“Thank you! I hope you both have an amazing time,” the young girl exclaimed before darting back to her friends at the adjacent table, seemingly eager to show off her encounter.

Despite the passage of time, ‘Mudan’ had yet to make an appearance. Lu Qingchuan wondered if this was the butterfly effect in action.

Even without having a direct encounter with Mudan, could the future have subtly changed? His brows furrowed as he pondered the possibilities. Perhaps ‘Mudan’ simply hadn’t arrived yet.

Glancing at his watch, Lu Qingchuan noted that it was only 8 o’clock in the evening. They still had three hours remaining.

His gaze shifted to Chen Yanyu, who had been watching him intently. As their eyes met, she swiftly averted her gaze, pretending to admire the scenery while taking a generous sip of the fruit wine. Her face, reminiscent of a stunning peach, exuded unparalleled beauty.