A Charming and Cool Guy Finds Himself in a Chaotic Situation [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 6

“This is simply completely lacking in basic decency.”

Jiang Henggu’s cadence was absolutely overflowing with unvarnished, petty schadenfreude.

Yu Mianfeng knit his brows slightly, shifting his position alongside Jiang Henggu to look down toward a specific angle of the lower tier.

It was a table for two.

The villain’s nominal fiancé, Lu Yibo, was leaning his upper frame forward, actively engaged in an intense conversation with the young man seated directly across from him.

The individual positioned opposite Lu Yibo was clearly an Alpha. He possessed a towering, exceptionally robust build nearly identical in raw physical mass to Jiang Henggu though only his rear silhouette was visible from their elevated vantage point.

The clothes the youth wore were loud and fiercely expressive of an aggressive personal style; a roguish, street-style aesthetic that looked entirely out of place for a citizen of the Capital Planet, carrying the distinct vibe of a rogue or a street thug.

The two were leaning exceptionally close, as if trading words in low, muted whispers. From Yu Mianfeng’s present angle of observation, the visual composition bordered dangerously on the intimate.

That individual is almost certainly Jiang Henggu’s secret operational contact for his intelligence hand-off. But why on earth is Jiang Henggu’s focus anchored entirely on Lu Yibo?

Yu Mianfeng calculated the variables.

Why is the Protagonist Gong completely failing to show any interest in completing his mission?

He knew perfectly well that the thuggish youth was actually Lu Yibo’s biological younger brother, and he easily deduced that Jiang Henggu had likely jumped to a thoroughly spectacular misunderstanding.

Yu Mianfeng retracted his gaze, deciding to play along with the narrative flow to grant the Alpha a clean tactical excuse. He delivered a calm directive: “Go down there and check it out.”

“Why should I be the one to go? In exactly what capacity am I supposed to intervene?”

Jiang Henggu fired back a rapid counter-question.

This marked the absolute first time he had explicitly, clearly resisted a direct order from Yu Mianfeng. The expression occupying his features was deeply intriguing, carrying a strange, unreadable subtext.

Because that individual is literally your scheduled intelligence contact.

The Beta’s expression turned subtly nuanced.

However, his mind rapidly pivoted to an alternative strategy.

Perhaps he could personally draw Lu Yibo away from the table, thereby clearing a flawless operational window for Jiang Henggu to successfully execute his hand-off.

It took Yu Mianfeng only a brief moment to map out his conclusion: “You stay right here.”

Jiang Henggu fixed his focus dead on him for a prolonged beat, suddenly releasing a heavy, helpless sigh: “He is absolutely going to lie to you. Do not believe a single word of his explanation he is actively keeping secrets from you and dining in private with another entity. Honestly, you should just end it and dump him on the spot. Oh, wait, that’s right you two are only engaged. You should directly call off the engagement.”

The Beta’s brows knit into a tight line: “That is entirely none of your business.”

Jiang Henggu let out a low chuckle, lapsing into silence without pushing the topic further.

Down below, Lu Yibo maintained a perfectly warm, gentle smile, deploying every single ounce of civilized politeness he could muster in his entire life to keep himself from slamming a hard fist directly into the face opposite him.

Seated across the table was his biological younger brother, Lu Wen’ang an Alpha on the cusp of turning eighteen, who was notoriously impossible to govern. His head of bright golden hair flamed wildly in every direction, mirroring his fierce, unyielding, and fiercely insubordinate disposition. The sleeves of his jacket were radically customized to leave his arms bare, completely exposing a dark, intricate tattoo running down his left bicep. The fabric of his outerwear was heavily embellished with tiny silver trinkets that jingled sharply with the slightest movement of his hands, “inadvertently” shattering Lu Yibo’s train of thought multiple times throughout their conversation.

Every shred of Lu Yibo’s legendary good temper was rapidly evaporating into thin air.

He had never been a naturally patient individual; his impeccably polite, refined demeanor was merely a flawless behavioral mask he had meticulously cultivated over his years surviving inside the Lu clan.

Lu Yibo had come here today representing the official authority of the Lu family to reason with this rebellious younger brother, but the effort was proving to be entirely futile. The youth’s absolute dismissiveness had triggered an urge in Lu Yibo to simply rise and walk away multiple times.

The bond connecting these two brothers was cold, practically non-existent.

Only a few days after giving birth to Lu Wen’ang, their biological mother had leaped from the apex of a high-rise, her body shattering into a horrific mess on the pavement below. A young Lu Yibo had stood frozen, watching the attendants carry the infant Lu Wen’ang directly before their mother’s tombstone.

Following that tragedy, Lu Yibo had rarely visited his younger brother. The Lu clan’s institutional standards for cultivating him as the paramount heir were brutally draconian, leaving him with zero personal time, while his own psychological systems harbored a profound hurdle, he could never entirely cross.

Later, Lu Wen’ang was diagnosed with a severe genetic disorder an incurable condition that could only be managed via continuous medical suppression.

An individual burdened with such a biological flaw was instantly categorized as “useless fabric” by the family elders. He was promptly shipped off to a remote, outer star system under the official guise of seeking medical treatment which was, in reality, nothing short of a permanent political exile.

Recently, however, the suppression therapies had yielded a spectacular, unexpected efficacy. Witnessing the recovery, Lu Yibo’s patriarch father immediately initialized an entirely separate set of calculations Lu Wen’ang was an Alpha, after all. It was time for him to step up and make a proper contribution to the family lineage, exactly like his elder brother.

Lu Yibo had crossed paths with Lu Wen’ang only a handful of times throughout his life, his primary mental archival data restricted to impressions from the youth’s infancy. It was genuinely difficult to process how that tiny infant had successfully mutated into the fiercely defiant rebel lounging directly in front of him.

A few days prior, during a mandatory Lu family formal dinner, the patriarch had casually announced his intention to arrange for Lu Wen’ang’s immediate enrollment into the Central Academy.

Before that decree was issued, Lu Wen’ang had explicitly stated his desire to enter the Capital Academy, mapping out a future career trajectory aimed squarely at high-level military service.

Perhaps the patriarch remembered that detail, but as an entity hardwired to issue absolute commands, he had never once possessed the capacity to care about the internal feelings of his subordinates.

Consequently, Lu Wen’ang had simply smiled, risen calmly from his seat, and violently smashed an antique vase one that had been preserved within the main hall for centuries directly onto the center of the dining table, entirely upending the entire family gathering in a spectacular display of absolute chaos.

Objectively speaking, Lu Yibo actually deeply admired Lu Wen’ang’s raw courage to violently push back against authority provided those chaotic, spiky tactics weren’t actively being deployed against his own person.

Ever since Lu Yibo’s formal engagement to Yu Mianfeng was finalized, the Lu clan had begun visibly delegating various high-level institutional operations into his hands. Perhaps the patriarch assumed this display of confidence would please the monolithic Yu family?

But the elders were entirely blind to reality: the hidden infrastructure Lu Yibo commanded deep within the shadows was already vastly more powerful than the measly scrap of official family assets they were deigning to grant him on the surface.

The entire Lu clan was completely incapable of governing Lu Wen’ang, so they had dumped the massive headache directly onto Lu Yibo, charging him with the task of convincing the rebel to pivot toward a career in politics.

Just a moment ago, Lu Yibo had calmly pressed him for his explicit reasons for refusing to enter the Central Academy.

Lu Yibo himself was currently a high-profile student within the Central Academy’s ranks.

Lu Wen’ang crooked a single finger, gesturing for his elder brother to lean closer to receive his answer. It was an immensely disrespectful, highly provocative gesture, particularly when executed between two brothers who were effectively total strangers.

Lu Yibo had endured an absolute ocean of freezing coldness within the Lu family; even if his anger was boiling, he would never permit it to crack his smooth surface persona.

“I have absolute zero interest in a strategic marriage with an Omega,” Lu Wen’ang sneered, his cadence dropping into a low, cutting murmur. “Furthermore, I have absolutely no desire to look like you being sold off to another entity like a piece of livestock.”

Lu Wen’ang seemed to suddenly strike a wave of intense amusement, pressing further with relentless curiosity: “Your marriage layout was entirely engineered by that old fossil at home, right? You’re an Omega marrying a Beta aren’t you basically signing up to live like a chaste widow for the rest of your days? He lacks the biological capacity to mark you anyway. What are you going to do when the time comes, undergo a surgical gland excision? I heard that guy actually quite likes you. What was his name again. Yu Mianfeng?”

The reality regarding Lu Yibo’s damaged, defective gland had been forcefully, completely suppressed by his own counter-intelligence operations from the very beginning; not a single soul outside his inner circle possessed that data.

Lu Yibo had merely intended to execute a superficial display of compliance to satisfy the family’s basic reporting metrics, never genuinely planning to manage or reform his nominal younger brother.

At this exact juncture, Lu Wen’ang’s continuous string of sharp insults finally pushed his remaining patience across the precipice.

Lu Yibo narrowed his eyes, a sharp smile forming on his lips as he prepared to deliver a devastating, venomous retort only for his peripheral vision to suddenly lock onto an individual who had absolutely zero business appearing inside this establishment.

Yu Mianfeng, dressed in a sharp set of casual attire, was walking directly toward their coordinates.

He wore a facial expression that was cold as absolute frost, embodying the textbook image of a freezing, untouchable Beta who consistently ignored the existence of the rest of the world.

Lu Yibo was entirely caught off guard by his sudden presence. He froze momentarily before rapidly rising to his feet, closing the physical distance to greet him: “Mianfeng…”

Witnessing his brother’s sudden change in posture, Lu Wen’ang’s eyelids gave a sudden, deeply ominous twitch.

How on earth does the devil manifest the exact microsecond his name is spoken?

Agreeing to come out for a meal with Lu Yibo had merely been a convenient smoke screen; he still hadn’t executed the critical intelligence hand-off assigned to him by the high command… His underground colleague hadn’t manifested anywhere within the perimeter.

Could the operational parameters have shifted?

Lu Wen’ang slowly turned his head, casting his gaze toward the exact vector Lu Yibo was advancing toward. Mid-turn, his entire body instantly locked up, freezing entirely in place.

The black-haired youth lifted his eyelids, their lines of sight crashing directly into one another. The newcomer offered him a completely emotionless, fleeting glance cold, detached, and dripping with an innate, aristocratic nobility.

A cluster of pitch-black, slightly curled hair brushed lightly against the side of the youth’s pale neck. Those sea-blue eyes looked dead into him, instantly triggering a sharp memory of a black stray cat Lu Wen’ang had once raised back during his deployment on the borderlands—an animal that loved to violently bite his forearms until they bled profusely, before nimbly, lightheartedly leaping out of reach.

The raw explosion of sudden, intense excitement that flooded his systems in that exact microsecond was genuinely beyond the capacity of language to articulate.

Lu Wen’ang’s gaze anchored onto the youth’s face, entirely stripped of any capacity to look away. His heart skipped a violent beat. As if driven by an intense, deliberate desire to violently slow down the passage of time itself, he fought to permanently extend the duration of his vision freezing onto the other’s frame.

Lu Wen’ang possessed an exceptionally high biological sensitivity to pheromones. Despite the moderate physical distance separating them, he failed to detect even a single micro-trace of any pheromonal signature radiating from the youth’s frame, cleanly confirming the absolute reality that the individual before him was a Beta.

The youth executed a slow, calculated sweep of his frame, his eyes dripping with a cold, analytical scrutiny that systematically cataloged every single inch of his physical appearance.

Lu Wen’ang suddenly remembered exactly what manner of loud, chaotic attire he had deliberately thrown on today for the explicit purpose of bringing absolute embarrassment to the Lu family name. A sudden, intensely unfamiliar wave of acute shame and awkwardness flooded his systems a psychological phenomenon he had practically never experienced in his entire life.

The absolute first impression and I completely failed to project a clean image.

For the first time in his life, Lu Wen’ang was hit by a wave of profound, intense regret over his own behavioral choices.

The Beta’s breathtaking visual paradigm operated like a massive, inescapable net, violently burning its composition directly into the absolute center of Lu Wen’ang’s consciousness.

It was an unutterable, cataclysmic psychological impact.

Lu Wen’ang felt his head spin with absolute dizziness, his systems instantly logging the reality that his heart rate was violently accelerating into overdrive.

Every single attribute possessed by the newcomer had flawlessly, perfectly struck dead center against his absolute personal preference.

Yet, this specific entity appeared to be his cheap brother’s nominal fiancé.

Before his processing systems could even begin to untangle that massive dilemma, the Beta casually executed a brief hand gesture. His supposedly elite elder brother instantly, submissively accelerated his pace, falling cleanly into line behind the youth.

Lu Wen’ang watched the two execute a swift retreat, vanishing toward an unknown sector of the establishment.

His heart gave a violent lurch. Just as he mobilized his frame to launch a rapid pursuit, his path was abruptly obstructed by a high-tier Alpha whose eyes were stretched wide with absolute, unmitigated shock, staring dead at the intricate tattoo covering his left bicep in complete, paralyzed disbelief.

“What a coincidence, I genuinely never anticipated crossing paths with you here…”

Lu Yibo maintained a highly radiant, affectionate smile as he tracked closely behind Yu Mianfeng’s strides.

To guarantee a clean, unmonitored window of time for the two underground civilian agents to successfully complete their hand-off, Yu Mianfeng purposefully guided Lu Yibo toward a highly secluded, quiet corridor of the luxury restaurant.

Hearing the pleasantry, he offered a completely casual, perfunctory murmur: “Yes. Very coincidental.”

Lu Yibo wasn’t discouraged by his freezing coldness in the slightest, smoothly shifting the dialogue toward an array of alternative, light topics.

Yu Mianfeng threw out a brief, single-syllable response every now and then, until the sheer weight of his absolute psychological detachment became so glaring that even Lu Yibo cleanly detected his total lack of focus.

“Is there something specific you wish to ask me?” Lu Yibo inquired, his tone carrying a thoughtful, analytical edge.

The Beta had originally been dedicating his cognitive loops to mapping out whether he should steer his course toward the central archives or the live-fire training matrices upon his return to campus. Hearing the prompt, he pulled his consciousness back to the immediate environment.

“Who was the individual sharing your table just now?”

His vocal delivery remained perfectly flat and even, sounding exactly the same even when articulating words that carried the structural weight of a formal interrogation.

Lu Yibo had been intensely terrified of the Beta jumping to a massive, unwanted misunderstanding. He immediately let out a bright smile, offering a rapid clarification: “That is my younger brother. He has literally just returned from the border star systems; he hasn’t officially crossed the threshold of adulthood yet and is currently locked in a deeply rebellious phase. I must apologize for the absolute spectacle.”

Yu Mianfeng had merely intended to let the audio pass through his systems as casual background noise, yet he unexpectedly extracted a highly critical data point: the individual was still a minor.

His mind couldn’t help but run a rapid calculation regarding the baseline age gap separating his own frame and Lu Yibo.

According to the canonical novel’s trajectory, his persona as the premier villain was fated to continuously execute an array of deeply tyrannical, evil plots for an extended duration, acting as a massive, ironclad blockade obstructing the protagonists’ ultimate ascent.

The structural harmonization of deep-seated class warfare was a historical process that required an immense, prolonged timeline. The ancient nobility was deeply entrenched; during the archaic eras when the imperial crown first crumbled, those Great Houses had legitimately shouldered the primary structural burden of preserving the Federation’s core survival.

It was fundamentally impossible to cleanly categorize either faction as absolutely righteous or absolutely evil, yet the natural wax and wane of systemic power inevitably conformed to the unyielding current of historical progression.

What followed that transition in the original script was a brutal, protracted civil war that left an entire civilization’s territory littered with mountains of corpses and oceans of blood.

He harbored an intense aversion to witnessing that specific catastrophic conclusion manifest in reality.

He was intensely curious to discover whether his hidden behind-the-scenes interventions could successfully prevent that mass slaughter from initializing.

Estimating that Jiang Henggu should have already successfully completed the critical intelligence exchange with Lu Wen’ang by this juncture, Yu Mianfeng possessed zero desire to prolong this stale standoff with Lu Yibo. He genuinely respected the Alpha’s baseline moral character, but outside the explicit mandates of the system’s plot metrics, he harbored absolute zero interest in maintaining unnecessary personal contact.

“Let’s go,” the Beta murmured softly.

Lu Yibo could only watch as Yu Mianfeng abruptly executed a total shift in attitude, turning on his heel to march directly toward the exit corridor.

He found himself perpetually, completely incapable of securing a clean read on exactly what manner of thoughts were churning deep within the black-haired youth’s internal processing.

The absolute first time Lu Yibo had crossed paths with Yu Mianfeng in a genuine capacity had occurred right around the immediate conclusion of the joint Academy Championship Tournament. At that juncture, Lu Yibo had intercepted the public intelligence regarding the Yu clan’s supreme heir suddenly withdrawing from the final brackets due to a severe, unmapped medical emergency.

He had personally witnessed the youth’s absolute, terrifyingly dominant martial tyranny within the tactical mecha arenas; he knew with absolute certainty that even if he himself had differentiated into a prime Alpha, he would still possess zero guarantees of securing a victory against a Beta of that caliber.

Yet, the digital whispers circulating across the public networks failed to share his objective evaluation. A massive, escalating wave of public rumors had begun violently gaining traction, maliciously claiming that Yu Mianfeng had simply faked a medical crisis and hid behind a manufactured illness out of a pathetic, cowardly terror of losing his unbroken streak.

Lu Yibo had abstained from participating in the public commentary, yet he had naturally retained a layer of skepticism regarding Yu Mianfeng’s actual physical status, given that the Yu family’s internal security had locked down all medical files under an absolute blackout.

Until the afternoon he stumbled upon the youth resting deep within a secluded courtyard garden.

The freezing, completely detached Beta was seated silently within the contours of a high-tier mechanical wheelchair, his eyelids lowered as his focus tracked a frantic cluster of butterflies fluttering across the rear garden foliage. Lu Yibo’s vantage point was restricted to a clean view of his flawless, sharp profile. Strands of ink-black hair fell loosely across his shoulders, the dark silk parting just enough to expose a small, startlingly pale contour of his neck.

The physical structures below his knees were completely exposed to the open air a pair of exceptionally fair, straight calves that remained locked in a terrifying, absolute state of dead silence, devoid of even a single micro-flicker of autonomous movement. Pale, fragile, and utterly static, contrasted against the slender silhouette wrapped within the thin fabric of his casual garments, the youth looked for all the world like a flawless, untouched statue carved from pristine white marble.

His supreme martial dominance, his freezing social isolation, his breathtaking physical visual paradigm…

Every single disjointed rumor Lu Yibo had ever intercepted across the networks instantly coalesced into a profound, highly intricate emotional resonance deep within his chest.

Lu Yibo permitted his gaze to linger for a single beat before politely, cleanly retracting his focus.

Yu Mianfeng had actually detected Lu Yibo’s approach from the very beginning; he was simply entirely too lazy to turn his head or execute the effort required to acknowledge his existence.

A butterfly settled briefly upon a flower petal, lingering for a moment before lightheartedly taking flight into the distance. His focus naturally tracked its trajectory across the sky, casually passing the hours.

The temporary biological paralysis affecting his lower limbs had forcefully stripped him of his capacity to pursue his array of high-risk, extreme physical interests. The manicured flora and fauna of the estate operated merely as a highly superficial, temporary distraction to keep his mind occupied; looking at them for too long only yielded a deep sense of monotony.

It was precisely at that moment that Lu Yibo’s voice sliced through the silence.

“Are you wishing to inspect the blossoms closer? Shall I assist in pushing your chair?”

Lu Yibo’s smile was exceptionally radiant, completely devoid of even a single shred of dark intent.

Perhaps, deep within his internal metrics, Lu Yibo had initialized that interaction under the influence of alternative motivations. Was it genuine artistic admiration? A raw, calculated desire to leverage a connection to climb the societal ladder? Or was he simply, completely ensnared by the sheer physical visual force of the Beta’s presence?

At this current juncture, even he himself lacked the capacity to untangle the authentic nature of those feelings.

The youth resting within the wheelchair slowly pivoted his upper frame, those sea-blue eyes locking onto his face, inspecting his features in absolute silence for what felt like an eternity.

Just as Lu Yibo’s internal systems began to vibrate with a wave of intense, anxious trepidation, the black-haired youth delivered a tiny, almost imperceptible nod of assent.

A paradigm of pale, serene, and utterly flawless beauty a strikingly handsome face that carried a faint, heartbreaking trace of physical vulnerability.

What Lu Yibo remained completely oblivious to, however, was the reality that Yu Mianfeng wasn’t merely delivering an answer to his courtesy.

【The Protagonist Shou has successfully received the trigger stimulus. The official plot matrix has officially initialized. 】

The system, which had not yet exited his consciousness at that point in time, issued the mechanical notification.

Understood, the youth calculated internally, his mental response entirely casual, completely detached from the weight of his destiny.