WMSR – QT Chapter 9

 

WMSR – QT Chapter 9

By

siofra

Here is the English translation for Chapter 9:

Chapter 9

Unawares, peace and quiet settled back into the room. Even the two individuals who had previously been engaged in covert hostility stopped their petty maneuvers, quietly gazing at the person engrossed in his book.

As for their gazes, one burned with a deeply concealed fervor and infatuation, while the other brimmed with heavy attachment—and beneath that attachment lurked another emotion, profound and dense to the point that the boy himself could not yet decipher it.

Yet neither of them made the slightest sound.

It was as if, simply being in this person’s presence, even producing the faintest whisper would be an act of sacrilege.

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Chapter 5: Jealousy

Spring passed and autumn came; in the blink of an eye, ten years went by.

Over these ten years, Bai Yichen did not squander the precious time he had so hard-fought to win.

Only those who had lost something truly understood how to cherish it. Toward this second lease on life, Bai Yichen approached everything with extraordinary dedication.

The hobbies he hadn’t had time to develop in the past, he thoroughly studied in this lifetime; the books he never had time to read, he devoured one by one. With his parents in this body, he maintained a harmonious relationship; the friendships gained in this world, he deeply treasured. Even his dry, repetitive academic studies—which he had already gone through once before—were executed with flawless perfection.

As time wore on, carrying the accumulated experiences of two lifetimes, Bai Yichen’s brilliance quietly blossomed before he even realized it.

Everyone knew just how exceptional Bai Jinchuan’s son from the Bai family was.

In fact, among the second-generation heirs born with silver spoons in the A-City business world, they had heard the name Bai Yichen so often since childhood that they were practically sick of it. No matter what they did, whenever their performance fell short of their elders’ expectations, the next sentence out of a parent’s mouth was invariably: “Look at Bai Yichen from the Bai family.”

In short, Bai Yichen’s trajectory over the years could be summed up in a single phrase: that accursed “child of our neighbors” who made countless second-generation heirs secretly stick pins into voodoo dolls.

Aside from Bai Yichen, the two young boys who had once been in that study had also gradually grown up. In the blink of an eye, the little child who used to lounge across Bai Yichen’s lap had slowly transformed into a slender, beautiful youth. The delicate and lovely features of his childhood only grew into extraordinary beauty as he matured, and those once ink-black, crystalline eyes were now so breathtakingly gorgeous that even the most vicious-natured person would find their tone softening by two notches just looking into them.

Though the beautiful youth had changed in many ways, the one thing that remained entirely unchanged was that he still loved nothing more than resting across Bai Yichen’s lap, looking up with those eyes filled with an intense, lingering attachment.

If there was one person who had accompanied Bai Yichen the most over the years—and the one Bai Yichen cared for the most—it was this young boy. Su Yuanhang had a quiet disposition. Perhaps owing to the psychological trauma of his childhood kidnapping, he remained somewhat averse to strangers, and his absolute favorite thing to do was seek out Bai Yichen, the older brother who had rescued him from the jaws of hell back then. Whether it was helping him tend to the flowers and plants, quietly reading books together, or sometimes doing nothing at all except lying peacefully across Bai Yichen’s lap to sleep or zone out, it always made him happy.

In truth, as Su Yuanhang grew older, Bai Yichen occasionally felt that certain habits formed in childhood were no longer entirely appropriate—such as Su Yuanhang’s fondness for resting across his lap to read or sleep.

Yet whenever Bai Yichen brought it up, Su Yuanhang’s clear, ink-black eyes would mist over with a watery film, looking as though he were on the verge of tears at any moment. Soft-hearted as always, Bai Yichen would inevitably relent, and gradually he stopped mentioning it altogether.

After all, he had watched Su Yuanhang grow up. In his heart, he genuinely cherished this obedient, well-behaved, and deeply attached boy as if he were his own younger brother. For someone who had been an only child in both his past and present lives, this kind of sibling dynamic felt wonderfully unique.

Truth be told, seeing Su Yuanhang grow into the person he was today already brought him immense gratification. In this lifetime, Su Yuanhang had not developed claustrophobia like he did in the original timeline. Though minor psychological shadows from his early trauma remained and made him somewhat reclusive, he had zero difficulty engaging in normal social interactions with others. Physically, he was worlds apart from the original Su Yuanhang. From the records he acquired through the White Moonlight System, the original Su Yuanhang had continued wearing long hair that draped down to obscure his eyes even after graduating from college, forever keeping his head lowered and never daring to meet anyone’s gaze. Overall, he had been a gloomy, unlikable presence—someone who likely wouldn’t have even managed to enter the Song Corporation if not for his stellar academic credentials.

The present Su Yuanhang, however, was the absolute picture of a gorgeous youth. With meticulously trimmed hair, confident facial features, and stunning eyes, though he wasn’t one for idle chatter, he radiated an eye-catching brilliance wherever he went.

All of this gave Bai Yichen every reason to believe that in this lifetime, Su Yuanhang would lead a life far more wonderful than originally intended—not to mention that his destined partner was right here, cultivating their relationship from childhood.

Speak of the devil—almost the exact moment Bai Yichen thought of Song Junchi, the door of the study was pushed open, and a vibrant, sunny voice drifted in: “Yichen, are you in here?”

Much like Su Yuanhang, Song Junchi had been a regular fixture at Bai Yichen’s place, rain or shine, for the past ten years. Over the years, Song Junchi had undergone a massive transformation as well. The dashing little boy of yesteryear had blossomed into a genuinely handsome young man—tall in stature, sporting a sun-kissed honey complexion from regular athletic training, possessing striking, defined brows and sharp eyes, and crowned by a bright, energetic gaze. When he flashed a wide grin, both older aunties and innocent maidens couldn’t help their hearts skipping a beat in silent shrieks.

Bai Yichen looked toward the handsome, upright figure standing in the doorway and chuckled helplessly. “You’re already inside, why bother asking a redundant question?”

Song Junchi let out a dry, awkward chuckle and strode in unceremoniously. However, as his gaze swept across the person resting across Bai Yichen’s lap, a flicker of displeasure flashed through his eyes.

Translator’s Note

Hi! I’m Siofra, your translator for White Moonlight Survival Record (Quick Transmigration)!

A ten-year time skip brings us to older, more mature versions of our beloved characters! Su Yuanhang is a glowing beauty who is still fiercely attached to Bai Yichen, and Song Junchi is a strapping young man who is still fiercely jealous of the little squirt! Dynamics are shifting nicely. See you in Chapter 10!

Thank you so much for reading! Everything on this blog is completely free of charge, with no paywalls or strict schedules—just me translating whatever catches my interest whenever I have free time.

— Siofra