Transmigrating into the Villain’s Demon-Revealing Mirror - Chapter 7 It’s Really Hard Being A Mirror
- Transmigrating into the Villain’s Demon-Revealing Mirror
- Chapter 7 It’s Really Hard Being A Mirror
TL: Moon Flower
MF: idk if anyone noticed but comments made when c6 was just released, have “disappeared” and that would be my fault, i slightly tweaked the title of c6 and i didn’t realize it would kind of “overwrite” the whole chapter including the comments, really sorry about that
i’ve been busy with a summer course and a remote part-time job, and i also sorta slacked off w/ tling so c7 was released way later than planned, the summer course ends 8/14 so until then updates will be random
Chapter 7 It’s Really Hard Being A Mirror
Guo Sheng succeeded in having his eyes twitch from his (FC’s) words and speechlessly said: “To those who don’t know, they would’ve thought that you were praising your wife for being good-looking.”
Feng Chi raised an eye to look at him, “So right now, can you bring Zheng Yi with you and go away? Putting Zheng Yi outside all by himself, I can’t guarantee that my family’s employees won’t do something to him.”
No matter how outstanding he was, he couldn’t compare to the four of the Demon Control Bureau.
For a moment, Guo Sheng had nothing to say in retaliation and shook as he pointed at Feng Chi’s nose. He couldn’t say anything but stifle this anger and pat his butt before leaving.
Feng Chi watched him leave. Only when his (GS) figure could not be seen did he (FC) then lower his head to look at the mirror.
With this one look, he stared blankly.
The small black dot held its face in its hands and muttered with a shy face, “I am good-looking. As expected of the person I took a fancy to, he indeed has good tastes.”
Feng Chi: “……”
The small black dot then rubbed its flushed cheeks and revealed a beautiful face, “Aiya, this praise is making me feel embarrassed.”
Feng Chi: “……”
Feng Chi massaged the space between his eyebrows. It was a little funny. There was no problem with the answer he gave. To be honest, this small black dot was indeed good-looking, especially those pair of peach blossom eyes, they were the most beautiful looking eyes that he had ever seen. However, praising someone as good looking in front of them, was this something he could do?
Ji Huan, who was praised by Feng Chi as good looking, was a little bit elated for the entire day and did not mind the matter of him (JH) being framed*.
*framed as when JH mentioned before how it felt as if he was framed onto a punishment rack when FC put him, the mirror, into a mirror stand (not framed as in falsely accused).
Song ShuJing and company watched as Guo Sheng brought the person out to leave. The corners of their mouths rose into a smile, “Group Leader Guo, when you are free, come by often, it’s fine to just come alone.”
Zhuo Guang went ‘en’ two times, “At that time, I’ll invite Group Leader Guo out to a meal.”
From the start, the employees of the Demon Control Bureau did not attach any importance to Zheng Yi.
Listening to their words, Guo Sheng felt angry but at the same time also wanted to laugh. He didn’t know why Song ShuJing and company found Zheng Yi this annoying and even showed their annoyance as clear as day, they didn’t even try to hide it. He waved back at Song ShuJing and Zhuo Guang, before turning around to say in a low voice to Zhuo Guang: “Don’t worry about it, those few have been spoiled rotten by Feng Chi. Even if it was someone else in your place, they would not even find that person likeable.”
These words were not wrong at all. Demon Control Bureau’s boss, Feng Chi’s management of the people under him were completely different from that of the branch offices where the hierarchy was distinct. Rather than say that the Demon Control Bureau was a workplace, it was more so similar to a big household.
As long as Song ShuJing and company were not overly excessive, Feng Chi would not involve himself.
The ones who could become part of the Demon Control Bureau were higher ranked demons and each retained their individual temper. After a few thousand years, their temper had not changed one bit so might as well let them conduct themselves according to their will.
Guo Sheng said again: “That terrible temper of Feng Chi, says one thing and means just that. However, the Demon Control Bureaus indeed does not lack people. Don’t look at them for having few people, the capability of each person is the best of the best. It’s fine if you weren’t able to enter the Demon Control, you can enter my Lin City’s branch office anytime.”
These words of Guo Sheng were said to give an explanation to Zheng Yi.
Zheng Yi slightly smiled, “I understand, Guo shu*. If Guo shu doesn’t dislike me, then me being able to enter your branch office naturally couldn’t be better, I would be honored.”
MF: I just want to say bruh, this cliché line about feeling honored and stuff
*shu (叔) means uncle, but again like with older/younger brother/sister, here GS is not ZY’s blood-related uncle but more of because out of respect, why I am leaving it in pinyin instead of uncle is b/c there are two ways to say uncle in Chinese (ain’t Chinese fun guys, good luck to those learning Chinese) and the meaning behind calling someone shu (叔) and bo (伯) is different. You call someone shu if the guy looks younger than your dad and call someone bo if the guy looks older than your dad. So how to not offend people, you call all the guys shu unless instructed otherwise by your parents or the person initiates and says you can call him *insert name/chinese character* bo (or if it’s really obvious the person is older than your dad). (Actually, there are more than ways to say uncle, i know like really, why, why can’t there just be one way. It also varies whether you are also in North and South China, so another time, good luck to those out there learning Chinese. I wish you luck as you try to preserve your sanity as you learn the complicated Chinese family tree).
Guo Sheng was elated when he heard these words. This child had a good temperament and was eloquent*.
*Tled literally it is ‘can speak’ but it basically means that ZY says the right things at the right time which makes people like him.
On the other hand, he (GS) picked him (ZY) up cheaply*.
*What it means is that GS got a good bargain since GS’s friend wanted ZY to enter the Demon Control Bureau but FC didn’t want ZY and after ZY was rejected (again), GS kinda went along with the flow and mentioned that ZY could enter his (GS’s) branch office. So although GS wasn’t able to help his friend with the request he got a good thing out of it which was getting ZY to join his branch office. GS considers ZY an outstanding person so he likes yay and stuff. Hope this makes sense.
With his (GS’s) arm wrapped around his (ZY’s) shoulders, Guo Sheng brought Zheng Yi back to Lin City.
After saying goodbye to Guo Sheng, Zheng Yi tsked and turned around to call someone, “Keep an eye on Feng Chi.”
Who does he (FC) think he (FC) is, actually thinking highly of himself (FC).
It was night. Ji Huan took advantage when Feng Chi had fallen asleep to cautiously “tiptoe” past the bed and climb onto the window sill. In fact, Ji Huan wanted to be like last time and sneakily sleep on Feng Chi’s bed. Feng Chi’s blanket was so soft that he hated that he couldn’t bury himself in it. However, he was also afraid that he would sleep like a pig. What if Feng Chi turned around in his sleep and found that something was touching his leg(s) and then opened his eyes——oh ho, the cat’s out of the bag.
Ji Huan could only strive a little bit at a time to jump onto the window sill, his movements were careful and constrained. Only after he finally climbed onto the windowsill did he then let out a deep sigh of relief, and relaxed himself to cultivate. Little did he know that in the dark room, the person laying on the bed had his eyes opened and a thread of helplessness could be seen in them.
Just where on the earth did the small black get the confidence to think that he (FC) would not detect its movements?
However, hearing the small black dot humming from the comfortableness, Feng Chi nonetheless closed his eyes as he (JH) wished and peacefully slept.
The morning of the next day, Feng Chi opened his eyes and his gaze swept past the window sill. The small mirror was peacefully lying flat on the windowsill and the small black dot was sleeping as if it had all the time in the world. It’s black pajama was raised, revealing a white, almost shining, slender waist.
Feng Chi supported his forehead with his hand.
The man who was leaning against the headboard stared at the small mirror for a while, in the end, he still waved his hand. It was as if there was a breeze that had gently raised the small mirror up in the air and then gently placed it on the table. When Ji Huan woke up, his face was full of bewilderment.
The bedroom was silent, not a sound could be heard. He promptly stood vertically up, carefully looked in a circle around the bedroom and didn’t see Feng Chi. Immediately, he stared blankly after seeing the not so distant bed.
Last night…….didn’t he go to the window sill? How is he back onto the desk now?
Sleepwalked back in the middle of the night?
Th-that doesn’t seem not possible, right?
Ji Huan scratched his chin and with entangled emotions, looked towards the windowsill. For the whole day, he was somewhat on tenterhooks. Feng Chi definitely went to work. If it was before, when Feng Chi was not here, he (JH) would definitely be jumping all over the place. However, today was different. As long as Ji Huan fell silent, he would recall how this morning he was lying on the windowsill like last night.
Nervous and at the same time apprehensive.
He jumped onto Feng Chi’s bed and laid down. Even the soft bedding wasn’t able to give him much comfort. Ji Huan raised his head and gazed at the ceiling as he sighed.
When it was 4:00 PM, Feng Chi finally came home. However, the whole time, Feng Chi was very tranquil as if he had not seen the small mirror on top of the table. Ji Huan sat cross-legged on the floor and looked on as Feng Chi walked past him (JH) with his (FC’s) long legs as if he (JH) did not exist at all.
As expected of the boss, didn’t even care for him, this treasure.
After feeling sad, Ji Huan sighed in relief.
Looks like last night he indeed came back himself. It must be that during the day, he always hinted at himself to go back on top of the table and that he can’t be discovered by Feng Chi; so last night when he was in a daze from sleep, he went back.
This kind of matter wasn’t something that Ji Huan had not done before.
Before he transmigrated into the book, at night, when Ji Huan was sleeping he would put his phone under his pillow but when he woke up the next day he would find that it would appear on the right side of the pillow. Waking up in the middle of the night to glance at his phone and then put it down anywhere resulted in this outcome.
It was normal, normal. He was thinking too much.
Minding his own business, Ji Huan went ‘en’ two times. In his heart, he had already successfully convinced himself.
Early morning, it was supposed to be when HeBei Street was bustling with activity but today, the atmosphere was particularly stifling. Song ShuJing and company stood outside the Demon Control Bureau, their gazes cold and the area between their brows and eyes were frosty.
Around the Demon Control Bureau were normal people’s small shops, breakfast stalls, small restaurants, teahouses, and everything else that should be there. However at this time, a small and crude dining car* manufactured from a pedicab** was lying on the ground crushed, as if it had been pressed by a heavy object resulting in half of the vehicle becoming a pile of scrap metal. The teahouse and small restaurant’s doors were all broken into pieces and there were many big holes on the old and yellowing walls and faintly revealed a frightening outline.***
*dining car, no, it’s not one of the names of the cars on a train, it’s more of like a food truck/cart but instead of the vehicle being a truck/cart, it’s a pedicab. I’ll be calling it dining car so in the future when I say dining car it’s the pedicab and not the train car unless otherwise noted.
**pedicab, so it’s kind of like very commonly seen transportation vehicle if you kind of like go to suburban rural parts of China, well it was commonly seen where I was when I went to China in 2016. It’s a three wheeler mini bike car. I know, my descriptions are heavenly as always (sarcasm right here). I have pics of the dining car and pedicab attached so do click if you’re curious as to what they look like
***third note to make, in this paragraph of words i have teahouse, small shop, small restaurant, etc. as plural however, idk how many there are of each since Chinese doesn’t really have a plural form of words so why is it that when i mentioned the teahouse and small restaurant’s door as singular well, the answer is from my assumption in the next paragraph of words
The owners of the teahouse and small restaurant were standing close to one another, their faces full of distress, “Jus…….Just what happened here! Last night when I left a little after 10 PM, it was fine. How is it that in one night it suddenly became like this! Aiyo, what do I do.”
The inhabitants of this old street who were standing to the side, quickly came over to comfort him, “Chen bo*, don’t worry. We just called the local police station. The police will definitely find the scoundrel who did this.”
*so here bo is used because Chen bo probably looks older than the speaker’s dad so the speaker used bo instead of shu
Not so far off, a black Maybach parked itself. Song ShuJing glanced over and saw Feng Chi getting out of the car. She immediately ran over in her high heels while carrying her newly bought Hermès mini bag, “Boss, something happened!”
Feng Chi’s gaze landed on the broken buildings on both sides of the Demon Control Bureau and in a low voice said, “Discuss inside.”
Inside the Demon Control Bureau, Feng Chi sat on the sofa and Song ShuJing clasped a notebook, “Just now, I roughly observed the scene. Last night, it must be a thing that did not have eyes* that wanted to enter our Demon Control Bureau. However, the Demon Control has an enchantment set up by our boss so most demons can’t get in. So…….it could be that it used the neighboring buildings to vent it’s anger.”
*don’t take this literally it just means something like: “Yo, do you not have eyes, can’t tell that there’s an open manhole in front of you.” but the connotation above is even more negative than the example scenario here
Zhuo Guang went ‘en’, “Just before, I went in to take a look. There were big footprints inside. I took a picture.”
Saying this, Zhuo Guang promptly took out his phone and put the picture in front of Feng Chi. With one look, the Feng Chi’s brows wrinkled, “This is Tao Wu’s* footprints.”
*Tao Wu – 梼杌. One of the four Fierce Evils (also known as Four Fiends/Perils/Banes/Inauspicious Beasts etc) in Ancient China (the time period of Ancient China they are referring to here is before the Qin Dynasty). It is said to be a voracious beast that does not have a body b/c it ate its own body leaving a big head and mouth. Whatever it sees, it will eat and is the very representation of greed and used to describe gluttonous or avaricious people. It is said to have died from eating too much. It threatened the Western areas of China and proclaimed itself as the ruler of the West. Other sources say that it does have a body, that of a tiger with long fur, a humanoid face, legs similar to those of a tiger, tusks similar to those of a wild boar, and an 8 Chinese foot** long tail.
**Yes there is such a thing as Chinese foot because a Chinese foot is different from an American foot. Even the pounds are different in China and America. I “weigh less” in Chinese pounds than American pounds, not really it’s just that the conversion from Chinese pound to American pound and vice versa is not 1:1.
In sync, Song ShuJing and company went ‘Aah——’.
“Tao Wu? Is there only one Tao Wu left in this word? Also, isn’t it imprisoned in Lin City, how could it appear here? Boss, you sure you didn’t see wrong?”
Feng Chi had an indifferent expression, “I didn’t see wrong, give Guo Sheng a call. Are the human realm police here yet?”
Song ShuJing: “Not yet, but they’re probably almost here.”
Feng Chi nodded and turned around to walk out of the Demon Control Bureau.
The teahouse and small restaurant next to the Demon Control Bureau had been open for tens of years. Most of the customers were the residents of this old street and a few came due to the two shops’ reputation. The owner of the small restaurant was a little more than 50-year-old old fellow, everyone called him Chen bo. Chen bo’s age was pretty high and he didn’t have any children. From time to time, he would subsidize a few impoverished students. A few days ago, when Song ShuJing was making casual conversation, she mentioned a child that Chen bo was subsidizing was diagnosed with a serious illness and Chen bo donated all of his remaining money.
This kind of person, originally their life should be smooth sailing and no end of virtuous achievements.
Yet right now, the person was sitting on the ground choking with sobs and crying bitterly.
“Xiao Jing, that child, still needs to undergo a surgery. Originally, I was thinking of attracting more business and getting off of work later these days. Now, what do I do…….”
Xiao Jing – 小敬. 小 – small, added in front of person’s as a form of endearment and to to create a nickname. 敬 – respect, venerate, salute, offer.
In a flurry, the surrounding people helped support the person to stand up. Coincidentally, at this time, sirens sounded, the police had arrived. Seeing Feng Chi standing away from the crowd, the head police stared blankly.
Demons concealed themselves in the human realm, and demons and humans were no different from one another. The demon realm and humans also had connections. The human realm had a special organization that was in contact with the demon realm to discuss various matters. And other than this organization, there were also a few branch offices that knew the existence of the demon realm.
This officer was one of those people.
He quickly walked towards Feng Chi and discussed something with Feng Chi in a low voice, then the police officer nodded. A minute later the police officer walked over to Chen bo and company and supported Chen bo to say: “LaoBo*, don’t worry, just hand this matter over to us police officers. We will definitely help you find that scoundrel. Oh right, I heard that the child you are subsidizing is waiting to undergo surgery? Don’t worry, there’s still us.”
*LaoBo – 老伯. The 老 here is similar to 小, LaoBo still means uncle.
Seeing that Chen bo’s state of mind gradually calmed, Feng Chi returned to the Demon Control Bureau. His office door was cracked open and when Feng Chi looked inside, he saw a small mirror lying on the window watching fixedly at the clamor outside.
The small mirror was tilted against the window sill, striving to stretch its neck to observe what was happening outside. When Feng Chi got out of the car, he (JH) stealthily poked his head out of the pocket of Feng Chi’s clothes and saw the damaged appearance of the small restaurant. However, he had only looked for two seconds before withdrawing, afraid that he would be discovered by Feng Chi.
At this time, Feng Chi had gone out to take care of business so the whole office was his!
Looking out from this window, it just so happened that a corner of the small restaurant could be seen. Even could also see the police officer shu shu* comforting Chen bo. Ji Huan sighed with regret. Suddenly, his head felt heavy and his legs felt light**. Following a sharp cry of alarm, his entire body directly flipped over the window sill and smashed onto the cement ground.
*shu shu – 叔叔, means uncle. It’s the same thing as shu (叔) just that instead of saying it once it’s said twice, the meaning is the same. The same for bo (伯), 伯 and 伯伯 are also the same thing, means uncle. For sister(姐/妹) and brother(哥/弟) it’s also the same logic.
**basically mean his center of balance is off and he falling towards the ground
The two ‘loud sounds’ and the pain from his body made Ji Huan’s brain giddy. He climbed up from the ground and held his head in his head while crying piteously.
If he was a person, with his head meeting the ground and then flipping over, his skull would’ve broken in half.
Feng Chi stood by the doorway looking on helplessly as the mirror accidentally flipped over the window sill and then cried out in alarm, the corners of his mouth twitched.
Before, Feng Chi had thought there was something wrong with this mirror. It appearing by his (FC’s) side is perhaps because it had some hidden purpose. But right now, he decided because of this thought, to apologize to the small mirror.
This stupid, really doesn’t have the ability to stay by his side as a spy.
However, Feng Chi didn’t walk in and just leaned against the wall and watched as the small mirror murmured ‘Ouch’‘So painful’‘My skulls about to break’, while it tried to jump back in with difficulty.
The small mirror didn’t have feet and could only rely on its round body to jump around like an artillery shell*.
*I think rather than an artillery shell, a ground spark shower firework is closer to describe how JH is trying to jump back into the office room.
Going back and forth seven, eight times, the small mirror finally jumped onto the window sill and following afterward, fell onto the floor with a Duang. However, he didn’t brake in time and rolled a few circles on the ground.
Let’s not mention how Ji Huan was knocked and rolled around so much that he ached all over; other than that, his head was swollen and he was also dizzy from all this. At this moment, a few voices were heard from outside the office.
“What’s happening in Boss’s office? Did you guys hear something?!”
“My god, there isn’t a thief, is there?!”
“Why don’t we go in and take a look?”
Momentarily, Ji Huan did not have time to deal with his head. Scared witless, he jumped onto the table and played dead.
Mother god, it’s really hard being a mirror.
The author has something to say:
Ji Huan: It’s really hard being a mirror, putting up a facade is so hard.
Feng Chi: Obviously I had already discovered the small mirror’s secret yet I still have to pretend that I don’t know and even have to help him keep up the facade. It’s really hard on me.
Thank you very much everyone for your support, I will continue to work hard!
Moon’s Comment Corner
I would create a diagram/list explaining the Chinese family tree but gave up because it would be too messy and I would need to create two, one of North China and another for South China. Even I don’t have the family tree memorized, every time all the relatives gather for New Year or some other holiday I stick to my mom’s side so she can act as my family tree cheat sheet. Well, English is also hard with their “cousin n times removed” and all that. Literally, those people were probably bored to death so they decided to get creative with the family tree.
Psst, a little spoiler on the title for the next chapter (highlight line to see title, whoops forget about the anti-copy pasting thing, thanks for commenting about that see way below for the title of c8):
u sure u want the spoiler?
u really sure?
absolutely positively sure?
100% sure, no regrets?
absolutely, positively, 100% sure, will not have any regrets whatsoever?
ok, then here u go:
Chapter 8 He Doesn’t Have A Wife But He Has A Mirror
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