Evil People Have Their Own Evil Mothers [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 37 The Beginning of the Second World: I'm a Male Ghost—If I Don't Harass You, Who Should I Harass?

Chapter 37 The Beginning of the Second World: I’m a Male Ghost—If I Don’t Harass You, Who Should I Harass?

Do you hate me?

I hate you.

The ending of one world and the beginning of another created an eerie conversational resonance, as if Cao Weidong’s resentment and obsession had forcibly borrowed the mouth of the person before him to speak to Xu Jiu.

Even the voice, tone, and the heavy aura of death lingering between them were strikingly similar.

Equally emotionless, equally weightless—as if not truly expressing hatred, nor confessing love, but simply reciting lines from a book.

That was just how Cao Weidong was, and Xu Jiu knew it all too well.

Xu Jiu’s body jolted as if struck by lightning. He suddenly looked up, staring so intensely it seemed he wanted to shred this flesh and drag out the demon hiding beneath the skin.

What did you say?! Xu Jiu’s hand on the stranger’s shoulder pressed down like a nail, his arm taut, bones trembling beneath the skin from extreme tension and shock.

The stranger didn’t look up. When Xu Jiu asked, he answered directly, without concealment or hesitation.

I hate you.

The three words were uttered with utter calm, like a breath exhaled.

Unimportant, insignificant, unconcerned.

Xu Jiu wanted to hear it, so he said it.

Yet the word hate, even in written form, carried intense emotion.

Xu Jiu’s blood boiled, surging until his head spun.

What do you hate me for? Xu Jiu pressed relentlessly.

The man kept his head lowered, messy hair obscuring his eyes, making it impossible to gauge his reaction.

Xu Jiu struck the man’s shoulder with a fist, urging him to speak.

The man let out a muffled grunt of pain. Don’t you already know?

?!

Xu Jiu’s hand on the man nearly lost control. The blow he’d delivered seemed to rebound as karmic retribution—the back of his hand aching as if stomped on, bones crushed, fingers trembling uncontrollably.

I don’t already know?

This world had only just begun. Xu Jiu hadn’t had time to do anything wrong yet—what could he possibly know?

Then… there was only one possibility.

This person was Cao Weidong.

Cao Weidong hated him for his death so much that he’d chased him here.

Was it possible?

The likelihood was low, but not entirely impossible.

Explain clearly.

The man remained silent, head bowed against the wall, hands hanging limply, allowing Xu Jiu’s emotions to spiral wildly from a few vague words.

Speak, Xu Jiu commanded.

The name Cao Weidong hovered on Xu Jiu’s lips, ready to burst out, but he clenched his teeth and forced it back down.

Who are you?

What was your name before?

Why won’t you speak?!

The gloomy man had no intention of speaking, but his lowered head shifted slightly. Once straightened, his gaze moved forward, dark eyes hidden behind disheveled hair focusing on the person before him, the strands perfectly blurring their sharpness.

The man’s lips parted slightly, successfully capturing Xu Jiu’s attention. That clean, handsome face grew subtly serious in concentration as he waited for the man to speak—an expression completely contrary to Xu Jiu’s usual demeanor.

The man blew out a breath, successfully dispersing the seriousness gathered between Xu Jiu’s brows.

His flippant, malicious attitude was like strings attached to a puppet, deliberately tugging until Xu Jiu’s limbs trembled and his body burned, even his beautiful face showing signs of cracking and distortion.

Speak! Speak!

Xu Jiu’s palms clenched into fists, his wrists trembling violently.

The watching man guessed Xu Jiu wanted to throw a punch, but the clenched fist suddenly loosened, fingers stretching straight, arm swinging upward. Before the man could react, an unrestrained slap landed squarely on his left cheek.

The man’s head hung even lower, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Before it could gather at his chin and drip, he curled his tongue to sweep the blood into his mouth.

Under Xu Jiu’s gaze, his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed the bloody humiliation of the slap.

A low chuckle escaped through his nostrils.

Heh.

Xu Jiu felt a chill down his spine, because in that laughter he detected a sense of contentment, as if someone was silently whispering intimately in his ear:

So glad you’re still like this.

The man kept his head lowered. From the first moment Xu Jiu saw him, he never glimpsed his true appearance, only able to discern some resemblance to Cao Weidong through his build.

This time, the man wasn’t dressed as shabbily, still mainly in black, white, and gray tones. His hair was black, but his skin was deathly pale.

From a distance, he even looked like someone stepping out of a funeral portrait.

Xu Jiu asked again.

Who are you?

Xu Yicheng, the man answered truthfully.

No, you’re not. Xu Jiu had never been so certain.

Then what do you want to hear?

The man proactively countered Xu Jiu, the implication clear in his words: I dare to say it, but do you dare to ask?

Xu Yicheng was indeed Cao Weidong. From the very beginning, he never intended to hide it. If Xu Jiu dared to utter those three words, he would admit it.

Xu Jiu didn’t dare.

Xu Jiu was beginning to understand why the old name and past of this so-called brother were forbidden topics in this world’s household, deliberately avoided taboos.

The drum of retreat in Xu Jiu’s heart beat loudly.

Xu Jiu’s face couldn’t conceal his emotions.

Seeing this, Xu Yicheng offered him a way to step down.

He said, I hate you because what you have now should have been mine.

Xu Jiu froze. The drumsticks of retreat fell to the ground, his mood approaching deathly calm.

Xu Jiu suddenly remembered what the system had told him.

You know, how can a fake tolerate the real thing?

So Xu Yicheng’s hatred stemmed from Xu Jiu stealing the wealth and privilege that should have been his in the first half of his life. Hatred was the most natural reaction.

Xu Jiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Ah, scaring myself over nothing.

As if Cao Weidong could actually chase him here.

Xu Yicheng’s deliberately offered way out felt comfortable to Xu Jiu, who waved his hand dismissively.

None of your business. Get lost.

Xu Jiu paid no further attention to his cheap brother’s movements. He turned sideways to make way, not planning to apologize even after hitting someone.

He habitually patted his pockets and indeed found a pack of cigarettes.

Xu Jiu took out a cigarette and put it between his lips, then quickly searched his pockets for a lighter.

Tch, no fire.

Annoyed, he patted his pockets again but found no lighter.

The next second, a fiery heat approached his face.

The cigarette held between Xu Jiu’s lips was lit by a calm flame. The silver casing of the lighter was stamped with Zippo, and in its lower right corner, an exquisitely delicate silver flower was engraved, giving it a substantial texture—perfect for lighting Xu Jiu’s cigarette.

Xu Jiu had told Xu Yicheng to get lost, but instead of leaving, Xu Yicheng had stepped forward and offered to light the cigarette just when Xu Jiu needed a flame. This gesture was worlds apart from the I hate you he had uttered barely half a minute earlier, leaving Xu Jiu baffled about the man’s true feelings toward him.

Nice lighter, Xu Jiu remarked, his gaze trailing from the lighter up the arm holding it. The smirk that had tugged at his lips faded as soon as his eyes landed on the face of his so-called cheap brother. Honestly, he didn’t resemble Cao Weidong much, but those eyes were strikingly similar—so much so that it sent a chill down Xu Jiu’s spine.

With a click of his tongue, Xu Jiu pressed the glowing tip of his cigarette against the hand extended toward him, branding a deep red burn into the triangular hollow between the wrist and the radial side of the back of the hand. Instead of pulling away, the hand remained stubbornly in place, trembling only at the initial contact with the heat.

Xu Jiu took a drag. This particular cigarette was unique to this world, so he set aside his grievances with Xu Yicheng for a moment to savor its flavor. The tobacco carried a strong hint of jasmine, and the cigarette itself was slender, almost like a woman’s cigarette. The sour bitterness of the tobacco was too faint for his liking, akin to drinking a diluted alcoholic fruit beverage—neither fully alcoholic nor purely refreshing—and his brow furrowed in dissatisfaction.

He held it between his lips and exhaled a thin, narrow stream of smoke. The smoke drifted upward like a silk thread in the space between Xu Jiu and Xu Yicheng, climbing toward the carved patterns on the ceiling like a rope.

Xu Yicheng couldn’t stand the sight. He waved his hand, cutting through the smoke, refusing to let it coil like a white silk ribbon around Xu Jiu’s neck. Misinterpreting the gesture as disgust for the smell, Xu Jiu let out a derisive laugh. Can’t stand it?

After laughing, Xu Jiu leaned in close to Xu Yicheng, almost face-to-face, and blew a thick, unfiltered cloud of smoke directly at him, enveloping Xu Yicheng completely and blurring even Xu Jiu’s own features. Before Xu Yicheng could search for him through the haze, an intense, searing pain shot through his palm.

Xu Yicheng’s attention shifted from Xu Jiu’s face to the cigarette. Xu Jiu, holding the half-smoked cigarette, was in no hurry to stub it out. Instead, he leisurely flicked the hot ashes onto the offending hand in front of him, scattering them here and there.

By the time the cigarette was nearly finished, his patience with the person before him had worn just as thin. I told you to get lost. Are you deaf?

As Xu Jiu spoke, pale wisps of smoke drifted softly past his sharp teeth. He ground the remaining half of the cigarette into Xu Yicheng’s palm, extinguishing it completely.

Xu Yicheng still didn’t leave. Rolling his eyes, Xu Jiu turned and walked away, grabbing the car keys from the entryway and stepping out the door. Xu Yicheng’s gaze followed him like a clinging spirit until he disappeared from sight.

No one knew where Xu Jiu was headed. But with half a cigarette left in his palm, rather than chasing after Xu Jiu for no reason, it made more sense to finish smoking first. Xu Jiu would come looking on his own.

Xu Yicheng wasn’t in a hurry. Leaning against the wall with his head lowered, he lit the cigarette while affectionately kissing the spot where Xu Jiu had bitten him.

It wasn’t hard to find—Xu Jiu’s sharp teeth had left marks telling Xu Yicheng exactly where his lips had been.

Soon, Xu Yicheng also understood why Xu Jiu never finished this cigarette.

The scent was too strong, almost overwhelming Xu Jiu’s natural fragrance and even masking the tobacco.

The smell was nearly nauseating—too much for one person to finish, but just right for two.

Xu Yicheng didn’t discard the last bit of the cigarette butt. Instead, he carefully stored it and returned to his room, placing it in a metal box containing all the previously smoked cigarette butts he could collect from Xu Jiu.

When Xu Jiu called him a pervert, he never argued—because it was true.

Xu Jiu sat in the car, the engine emitting a restless growl, unsure where to go.

He just felt uncomfortable staying near Xu Yicheng, as if he were being watched—and the watching carried an intense, ill-intentioned vibe. Xu Yicheng didn’t even bother hiding it, making Xu Jiu feel utterly unsettled.

Xu Jiu took out his phone and glanced through his contacts.

In this world, he did have good buddies, but Xu Jiu couldn’t understand why everyone’s profile always listed their blood type in advance.

Omega Luo Wenlin.

Let’s hang out. You plan it. Xu Jiu shot him a call.

Luo Wenlin agreed without hesitation and immediately sent an address—an upscale billiards hall.

By the time Xu Jiu drove over, the others had arrived one after another. The seat of honor was naturally reserved for Xu Jiu. Surrounded by the group chatting and laughing their way inside, flattering words traveled from his left ear to his right and back again.

You look so gorgeous, Young Master Xu! What made you dye your hair pink? It’s stunning.

Xu Jiu suddenly paused, staring at his reflection in the elevator’s mirrored wall, unable to look away. He tilted his head, glanced left and right, then returned to facing his mirrored self.

For a moment, he felt as if he were trapped inside something—thinking he had broken free, yet only exchanged shells, still spinning in place.

It wasn’t until Luo Wenlin linked arms with him and pulled him out of the elevator that this chilling sensation reluctantly faded beneath the crowd’s adulation.

A waiter at the billiards hall brought Xu Jiu a specially crafted cocktail.

Xu Jiu accepted it, found a comfortable spot to sit, and took small, successive sips. The alcohol content wasn’t low, but it tasted sweet.

Xu Jiu, why aren’t you playing? Luo Wenlin patted his arm.

Compared to Pan Yu from the previous world, Luo Wenlin was noticeably more reserved, carrying an air of elegant restraint from a well-bred family. He never raised his voice, and his words flowed as smoothly as silk, putting others at ease.

I don’t know how, Xu Jiu answered honestly.

Don’t worry, everyone will go easy on you. You’re Young Master Xu, after all.

Amid everyone’s urging, Xu Jiu took a cue stick and stepped up to the table.

The billiards hall was so boisterous it felt like the roof might blow off. Every successful shot was met with wave-like cheers, and every missed one drew choruses of What a pity!

Laughter, the clack of balls, sweat, and splashes of alcohol filled the air—the room’s atmosphere so saturated with high-proof spirits that a single breath was exhilarating.

Young Master Xu, I heard your pheromone compatibility is 98%—that’s incredibly high.

The sudden voice interrupted Xu Jiu’s concentration, and the cue he was holding flew forward, eliciting panicked gasps from the onlookers.

Xu Jiu had someone retrieve the cue. What are you talking about?

Your AO compatibility.

Who? Xu Jiu asked.

The speaker pointed at Xu Jiu, then at Luo Wenlin.

Blood type compatibility?

Does that mean if I ever lose too much blood, he can be my donor?

That sounds great.

Xu Jiu leaned against the pool table, vigorously applying chalk to his cue. His pool skills were abysmal—so bad that he’d let his opponent clear the entire table. When he finally got a turn to break, his cue had flown out of his hand.

He could only stand aside, obsessively coating his cue with chalk, yet he was thoroughly enjoying himself—the worse he played, the more he loved the game.

Xu Jiu paused his chalking and casually replied, Oh, that’s nice.

I heard your families are already discussing marriage. What do you think?

Luo Wenlin remained silent, tacitly acknowledging the statement.

He was waiting for Xu Jiu’s reaction.

Pfft—marriage? With him?

Xu Jiu swung his cue and missed entirely, staring at Luo Wenlin in disbelief.

Has the world gone mad?

Brothers marrying brothers? That’s like eunuchs in the palace forming mock marriages—disgusting.

Besides, Luo Wenlin’s family is filthy rich. He could have anyone he wants.

The faint smile that always graced Luo Wenlin’s face vanished under Xu Jiu’s glare. No amount of proper upbringing could prevent the disappointment from showing.

I’m an A, you’re an O. Just because we have high blood type compatibility, I’m supposed to marry you? What kind of logic is that?

Having missed his shot, Xu Jiu retreated to chalk his cue again. Convinced his argument was perfectly reasonable, he paid no attention to Luo Wenlin’s expression or feelings.

If we’re going by your logic, I’m type A, my brother is also type A. Blood relatives plus same blood type—that’s even more compatible.

Finished chalking, Xu Jiu blew on the cue and admired the thick blue coating. It was finally his turn to shoot again.

He bent over the table, half his body pressed against the felt, arching his waist and hips while lowering his chest. His legs stood straight, the smooth silk fabric clinging to his streamlined lower body, accentuating every curve under the pool hall’s overhead lights—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist.

As Xu Jiu carefully aimed at his target, he remarked offhandedly:

Wouldn’t it be better if I married my brother instead?

Luo Wenlin looked shocked, as if deeply insulted.

He snatched a specialty cocktail from the table and splashed it toward Xu Jiu. Not wanting to disrupt the game, he deliberately aimed at Xu Jiu’s lower body, drenching his hips and thighs.

Xu Jiu, even if you don’t want to marry me, you don’t have to play dumb.

Luo Wenlin’s voice remained low, confined to their immediate space, but he left with unmistakable anger and resentful energy radiating from him.

Straightening up, Xu Jiu asked in confusion, Weren’t we talking about blood types?

The others quickly looked away, not wanting involvement in the young masters’ personal affairs, and returned to their own games, fearful of accidentally offending either of them.

Thus, despite dozens of people surrounding Xu Jiu, not a single one explained to him what this ABO business was really about.

Xu Jiu went to the nearest hotel to book a room, took a shower, and had a local delivery service buy him a pair of pants and disposable underwear.

Afterward, he made the rounds at several bars, comfortably drinking his way through multiple places before finally returning home satisfied at 1 a.m.

The Xu family villa was located in the city center, with a bustling main road outside the courtyard. The roar of cars was like airplanes flying overhead, and the streetlights blazed so brightly that the world seemed no different from daytime. Dazzling neon lights and massive, ever-changing LED billboards hung high in the dark sky, almost blotting out the elements of the night.

Yet, the moment Xu Jiu stepped into the Xu family villa, a strange chill crawled from his heels up to the back of his head, sending shivers of terror through his entire body.

Xu Jiu didn’t understand why this was happening, but his body instinctively reacted with fear.

On such a bright and lively night, why would he feel afraid?

The courtyard of the Xu residence was quiet and also brightly lit, but the light was unnaturally colorless—so pale it resembled funeral banners.

As a result, the dark areas, contrasted by this emotionless white, appeared even deeper and blacker, as if the darkness were a solid entity about to materialize.

Xu Jiu steeled himself and walked up to the villa’s entrance.

Just as he pressed his fingerprint into the door lock, his phone suddenly buzzed with a notification.

He didn’t check it until he had stepped into the entryway.

Where did you go?

It was a text from an unknown number.

Xu Jiu deleted it as spam, scoffing and muttering under his breath as he operated his phone, None of your damn business.

The next second.

The text alert sounded again, sharp and urgent like an air raid siren, growing increasingly piercing with a strong sense of danger.

Xu Jiu had no choice but to take out his phone and look. When he saw the long stream of incoming messages, he finally understood why his body had reacted with such intense fear upon entering the Xu residence. Because someone was watching him.

Who did you meet?

Who did you check into a room with?

Why did you change your underwear?

Who bought your pants?

Who has your old underwear?

Xu Jiu quickly scanned his surroundings, but the main lights in the house were already off, leaving only the small nightlights at each corner to prevent collisions.

They were embedded in the walls like malicious, prying eyes, their gaze penetrating every corner of the house and zeroing in on Xu Jiu.

Fuck!

The curse burst from Xu Jiu’s lips. He was so frightened that the hairs on his body stood on end. Without a second thought, he rushed blindly toward the entryway light switch, slamming it on with almost violent force.

With a short, sharp sizzle of electricity, the light turned on.

Only then did the chill in Xu Jiu’s body begin to dissipate, and his rational mind slowly returned.

You psycho!

Xu Jiu shouted into the darkness, cursing the unknown person or thing, hurling insults over and over.

His hands trembling, he quickly blocked the phone number and activated his phone’s Do Not Disturbmode, turning it into a silent brick that wouldn’t receive calls or messages.

Switching on his phone’s flashlight, Xu Jiu cautiously moved forward, feeling his way step by step.

The moment he stepped out of the white light, that intense chill enveloped him once more, clinging like an oilcloth, smothering his breath and making his body feel glued as he trudged forward.

Those gazes, like flies and beetles drawn fiercely to the light, held an even heavier, ill-intentioned peering from the darkness, scraping against Xu Jiu’s body like knives from all directions.

Suddenly—

Whether it was because Xu Jiu’s trembling hand switched off the flashlight, or the flashlight itself succumbed to some irresistible force, it abruptly went out.

The world plunged back into darkness, and this time the blackness was even deeper than before.

Xu Jiu let out a terrified scream as he abruptly crouched on the ground. Breathing rapidly in panic, he continued cursing stubbornly while flipping his phone over with the fastest speed he could muster in his life, desperately trying to turn on the screen and reactivate the flashlight function.

But the moment the screen lit up, countless messages swarmed in like locusts, rendering the Do Not Disturb function useless. The phone fell to the ground with a buzz, then kept emitting an irritating vibrating sound as it hit the floor.

As the only light source in the darkness, Xu Jiu found it impossible not to have his attention drawn to the phone screen. He slowly shifted his gaze over—and discovered in horror that his phone was trapped in monotonously repeating interrogations.

Answer me.

Answer me.

Answer me.

Answer me.

Answer me.

Answer me.

Answer me.