A Charming and Cool Guy Finds Himself in a Chaotic Situation [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

The delaying tactic worked like a charm. Estimating that Jiang Henggu and Lu Wen’ang had cleanly finalized their intelligence exchange, Yu Mianfeng turned on his heel and departed.

Lu Yibo tracked his footsteps closely from behind, locked in deep, silent contemplation.

On their way out, the two happened to run directly into Lu Yibo’s younger brother, Lu Wen’ang, right in front of the VIP elevator banks.

The youth was still clad in that utterly ridiculous, over-the-top outfit. Despite being an underage Alpha, he already possessed a staggeringly robust, heavily muscled physique, the dark tattoo coiled around his left bicep exceptionally striking to the eye.

Hearing their approach, he swung his frame around. A sharp smirk tugged at the corner of his lips a look absolutely saturated with the reckless, unbridled arrogance of youth.

Yu Mianfeng harbored zero desire to engage him in small talk.

Yet, the Alpha before him simply stared down at his frame with a mocking grin, suddenly speaking up: “Young Master Yu.”

“Did my dear brother introduce me to you yet?”

As he spoke, Lu Wen’ang cast a half-smiling, loaded glance over Yu Mianfeng’s shoulder toward the coordinate where Lu Yibo stood.

In reality, Lu Wen’ang’s internal systems were currently caught in a roasting, torturous fire. It wasn’t due to any moral or ethical quandaries over his brother’s fiancé, but rather a fierce, agonizing regret over his choice of wardrobe today this trashy, street-thug aesthetic was a total tactical disaster for charming someone.

He had absolute zero data regarding what manner of style Yu Mianfeng actually preferred.

“Though I haven’t technically crossed the legal threshold of adulthood yet, I’m realistically only about half a month younger than you. We basically count as peers, right? Who knows, we might discover a massive ocean of shared interests.”

The words were heavily loaded with deep, subtextual nuance.

Yu Mianfeng, however, offered zero reaction to the provocative pitch. He merely blinked his sea-blue eyes, casting a detached glance toward the elevator doors behind Lu Wen’ang.

As expected of the Protagonist Shou’s biological brother and a core member of the civilian faction, Lu Wen’ang is already utilizing every conceivable vector to aggressively establish contact with me.

The Yu clan sat at the absolute focal center of aristocratic dominion; the number of entities desperate to curry favor with his person to extract strategic leverage was endless.

To cleanly preserve the integrity of the scripted timeline, he decided to temporarily tolerate Lu Wen’ang’s explicit insolence. Perhaps he could conversely utilize the youth’s profile down the line to ensure the peaceful transition of power and avert the civil war.

The black-haired youth casually accessed his digital communicator interface and tossed the device straight into the Alpha’s hands.

Not a single soul present had anticipated this manner of response.

Even Lu Wen’ang himself was visibly rattled, freezing in absolute shock for two full seconds before his processing systems caught up. He rapidly manipulated Yu Mianfeng’s device to input his personal communication frequency.

Lu Yibo watched the exchange unfold from the side with a perfectly serene expression, remaining entirely silent.

Terrified of triggering Yu Mianfeng’s annoyance, Lu Wen’ang executed the input with lightning speed, handing the device back within a fraction of a second.

He hadn’t deactivated the screen, and right at the exact microsecond Yu Mianfeng reached out to reclaim his communicator, a series of text notifications silently flashed onto the display chat interface.

— Worthless Dog: Are you still inside the restaurant? — Worthless Dog: I couldn’t find your coordinate. — Worthless Dog: I’m going to wait for you inside the car. — Worthless Dog: TT

When dealing with Jiang Henggu, Yu Mianfeng consistently maintained a strict policy of leaving him on “Read” while keeping his profile locked under permanent “Do Not Disturb” status.

That bizarre, utterly degrading contact name instantly seared itself into the visual fields of the other two Alphas. Yet, neither man uttered a single syllable.

Yu Mianfeng stepped casually into the elevator car, and the other two automatically tracked inside behind him.

The heavy doors of the VIP elevator slid shut with absolute, silent precision.

Yu Mianfeng lifted his eyelids, observing the reflection cast upon the polished metal panels directly in front of him. His frame was tightly sandwiched right between the two towering forms.

The Lu family’s genetic pool was undeniably elite; it was remarkable how both brothers had grown to such a staggering height.

His focus anchored onto the intricate tattoo coiled across Lu Wen’ang’s left bicep. In the later stages of the original text, this specific graphical pattern effectively operated as the youth’s absolute signature the mark of a ruthless executioner who personally slaughtered a massive block of conservative noble houses.

Even when relaxed, the youth’s arm muscles remained fiercely defined, veins throbbing visibly beneath the skin, causing the etched ink to ripple with an innate, primal wildness that was heavily amplified by his sleeveless leather outerwear.

The high nobility of the Capital Planet universally disdained such modifications after all, within the archaic historical archives of the old Empire, tattoos were a primitive brand reserved exclusively for condemned convicts.

Operating under ingrained academic habits, Yu Mianfeng’s mind automatically began to systematically deconstruct and render a flat, two-dimensional schematic of the complex pattern in his thoughts. Yet, while his cognitive capacity was entirely locked in deep analytical focus, he remained completely oblivious to the reality that the intense gazes of both Alphas were glued dead onto his frame.

Yu Mianfeng was merely lost in deep, disciplined technical contemplation his standard behavioral state when analyzing data but to an outside observer, the visual interpretation was radically different.

A Beta… staring with unvarnished fascination at an Alpha’s bare, muscular arm…

Lu Wen’ang and Lu Yibo suddenly traded a brief, lightning-fast glance, each securing a perfectly clean read of the intense, volatile storm churning within the other’s eyes.

The elevator doors glided open with a low hum.

Before them lay the sprawling, opulent expanse of the VIP private lounge.

The two Alphas trailing behind him were both harboring a chaotic web of heavy psychological calculations.

Yu Mianfeng was the first to step across the threshold, his features cold as absolute ice. Not a single soul possessed the capacity to decipher what manner of deeply dangerous, system-level revolutionary thoughts had just crossed his mind.

This sector was highly proximate to the private exit. Because the corridor architecture was reserved exclusively for premium VIP routing, they encountered practically zero-foot traffic along the path.

The three marched abreast down the wide corridor, the spacious architecture preventing any sense of crowding.

No one brought up the silent interlude from the elevator; the fleeting, razor-sharp friction that had just sparked between the two brothers vanished as though it were a mere optical illusion. Yu Mianfeng remained entirely oblivious.

Trapped beneath this bizarre, stifling atmosphere, Lu Wen’ang was the first to break the silence.

Yu Mianfeng knew with absolute certainty that the monolithic Lu clan hadn’t devolved to the point of being unable to afford a private chauffeur. Yet, the sheer level of earnest, pitiful vulnerability Lu Wen’ang forced onto his features was incredibly well-executed.

“My financial accounts were completely locked down by my father. Things are exceptionally tense with the family right now. Young Master Yu, would you be willing to graciously grant me a lift?”

Yu Mianfeng possessed absolute zero desire to meddle in random personal dynamics involving the main characters outside the strict mandates of the plot lines.

He pivoted his head toward Lu Yibo on his left, his sea-blue eyes dripping with a cold, silent demand for an explanation.

The elder brother let out a helpless, weary nod, looking for all the world like a respectable guardian thoroughly driven to the brink of a massive headache by a problematic sibling.

Yu Mianfeng shoved his hands deep into his pockets. He harbored absolute zero organic goodwill toward this newly manifested brother of the Protagonist Shou, his vocal cadence carrying a distinct, razor-sharp edge of impatience: “Let your brother handle you.”

Lu Wen’ang’s frame stiffened momentarily.

He belonged to the breed of lawless, untamable entities who routinely deployed any and all manipulative tactics to systematically secure their objectives. He had initially calculated that beneath Yu Mianfeng’s freezing exterior lay a soft, easily swayed core assuming the Beta would be highly susceptible to a display of submissive vulnerability, and that feeding the Beta’s ego by acting like a compliant Alpha would grant him an easy vector to close the distance.

He had completely failed to anticipate that his maneuvers would backfire so spectacularly.

Trapped beneath Yu Mianfeng’s cold scrutiny, Lu Yibo maintained a smooth, serene smile, his cadence slow and perfectly measured: “I shall personally ensure his transport back shortly. Mianfeng, allow me to escort you to your vehicle first.”

Yu Mianfeng offered a perfunctory, indifferent tilt of his head.

Lu Wen’ang doggedly trailed along, personally witnessing the spectacle of Lu Yibo submissively stepping forward to pull open the luxury vehicle’s door for the Beta.

The gull-wing door rose with a crisp, hydraulic click.

Jiang Henggu’s towering form abruptly materialized before the group’s visual fields without a single shred of warning.

The high-tier Alpha was currently forcing his massive, athletic frame into the center of the rear passenger seating, his long legs uncomfortably bent. Catching sight of the three entities standing outside, a flash of genuine surprise rippled across his features. His lips pressed into a tight line as he forcefully dragged the corners of his mouth upward, delivering a painfully stiff, thoroughly unnatural smile toward Yu Mianfeng and the retinue standing behind him.

Lu Yibo knew exactly who this individual was; after all, only a few days prior, he had personally executed a severe counter-intelligence operation to violently threaten and suppress this exact Alpha.

Lu Wen’ang, conversely, possessed an even sharper clarity regarding the man’s identity… this was literally the underground contact he had just processed inside the restaurant, though their operational protocol had restricted them from exchanging authentic names. He had completely failed to calculate that his civilian resistance colleague was actually embedded as a personal asset right by Yu Mianfeng’s side.

“You were gone for an exceptionally prolonged duration back inside the establishment, so I simply moved ahead to secure the vehicle and wait for your emergence,” Jiang Henggu stated, his eyes locked dead onto Yu Mianfeng’s face as he offered the explanation.

To Lu Yibo’s ears, that specific phrasing was practically indistinguishable from an explicit, high-level tactical provocation.

The atmosphere plunged into an eerie, suffocating silence.

As a Beta, Yu Mianfeng was organically incapable of decoding the primitive, biological posturing driving this tense Alpha standoff.

He simply offered a casual wave of his hand toward the two brothers behind him, preparing to step into the vehicle cabin only for his hand to be violently intercepted, his fingers firmly caught within Lu Yibo’s sudden, unyielding grasp.

Skin pressed against skin. In that exact microsecond, a wave of intense heat radiated from the Alpha’s scalding palm, violently transferring straight into the Beta’s permanently freezing fingertips.

Yu Mianfeng whipped his head around, his sea-blue eyes wide with absolute bewilderment as he glared at this nominal fiancé.

Simultaneous with the physical contact came a sharp, localized prickle of pure physical irritation.

Lu Yibo was an Omega and Yu Mianfeng’s neurological systems harbored a severe, biological hypersensitivity to any unmediated physical contact with the primary genders.

His brows snapped into a sharp frown. Before his reflexes could even execute the movement to violently wrench his hand back, Lu Yibo smoothly lifted his fingers. Before the Beta’s processing loops could comprehend the action, a feather-light, impossibly gentle kiss was pressed directly onto the back of his hand.

The Beta stood trapped at the absolute center of the gathering, surrounded on all sides by predatory, hyper-focused Alphas whose eyes were practically vibrating with intense, territorial malice. Yet, the youth at the center remained entirely frozen like absolute ice, completely blind to the primitive biological currents swirling around his frame.

Trapped beneath Yu Mianfeng’s profoundly perplexed, uncomprehending stare, Lu Yibo’s serene smile didn’t falter for a single microsecond as he murmured softly: “Darling, see you next time.”

Within the sovereign airspace of the Capital Planet, transport vehicles registered under the official authority of the Yu clan commanded absolute, sweeping priority routing.

Their transit trajectory was entirely unblocked. The driver operated the vehicle with supreme velocity and absolute stability, the elite acoustic dampening architecture completely isolating the cabin from every single shred of external sound.

The interior of the vehicle was silent to a point where a falling needle would sound like thunder; neither occupant uttered a single syllable.

Both individuals were positioned across the rear passenger bench.

The entity seated adjacent to him slowly closed the physical distance, a wave of distinct heat transferring straight through the fabric of their pressed thighs.

Yu Mianfeng was currently deep in the trenches of navigating a complex mobile game module, possessing absolute zero interest in entertaining the intrusion. Flooded with a wave of cold impatience, he delivered a sharp, punitive kick directly against Jiang Henggu’s shin.

The Alpha appeared to be locked in another bout of unexplainable psychological madness, continuously pressing close to disrupt his focus, his respiration noticeably hot.

The Alpha lowered his eyelids, pretending to inspect the communicator screen while his focus anchored entirely on the flawless, snowy contour of the youth’s neck exposed beneath his short black hair.

This behavior persisted until the expressionless Beta slowly turned his head to deliver a flat, chilling stare dead into his face.

Only then did Jiang Henggu execute a guilty, face-saving retreat: “Your mechanical execution in that game is genuinely spectacular…”

“Keep your legs entirely clear of my sector,” the Beta stated with absolute, freezing cruelty. “Are you suffering from Parkinson’s?”

When Yu Mianfeng turned his face to deliver the reprimand, Jiang Henggu cleanly adopted a perfectly innocent, harmless mask even as his knee subtly, continuously maintained a slow friction against the Beta’s calf beneath the barrier of their trousers.

Despite the thick fabric separating them, Yu Mianfeng found the physical proximity immensely irritating.

The primitive, unhinged jealousy of these Alphas is genuinely absurd. It’s not as if I engineered a scenario to force the Protagonist Shou to press a kiss onto my hand.

Jiang Henggu lapsed into a brief silence, offering zero verbal rebuttal as he submissively retracted his leg, freezing his limbs into absolute immobility under the weight of the reprimand.

【Pfft… haha! Talk about casting precious pearls before an absolute blind swine! 】 The foreign consciousness inside his mind erupted into a wave of unbridled laughter.

「Who exactly are you referring to? Yu Mianfeng questioned internally, entirely perplexed.

【…The Protagonist Shou, obviously. 】

Logically speaking, at this specific juncture on the timeline, the Protagonist Gong and Shou were supposed to be fully aware of each other’s identities within the resistance network; trading a standard greeting should have been entirely par for the course.

Yet, during the entire encounter, the two hadn’t exchanged a single syllable of dialogue.

Are they purposefully keeping their alignment deeply hidden to prevent the aristocratic villain from sniffing out their operational alliance?

As his deep immersion into the narrative metrics intensified, Yu Mianfeng was continuously detecting an array of highly nuanced, subtle behavioral discrepancies separating the main cast from their rigid canonical text descriptions.

The Jiang Henggu archived within the original novel’s text was supposed to be an exceptionally patient, hyper-calculating master strategist who would silently endure any measure of systemic abuse without uttering a word, lurking darkly within the shadows to meticulously engineer the perfect window to violently tear the throat out of the aristocracy.

Yet, the Jiang Henggu he was personally dealing with on a daily basis was a loud, insolent nuisance who loved to constantly play stupid. While the man could still manage to stitch together a respectable facade when operating before external observers, the moment they were locked in private quarters, his behavior devolved into nothing short of an absolute, groveling lapdog.

Could he be deliberately weaponizing this pathetic, subservient persona for the explicit tactical purpose of completely lowering the villain’s guard?

Even Lu Yibo’s behavioral parameters had visibly drifted from the baseline text.

The canonical Protagonist Shou was supposed to treat his villainous fiancé with absolute, freezing indifference, merely maintaining a hollow show of submission out of absolute institutional coercion.

If this current display was merely a superficial performance to satisfy political optics, he was undeniably overacting his part to a ridiculous degree.

Executing explicit physical intimacy a pure-blooded Omega protagonist should naturally find the mere concept of physical proximity with a tyrannical villain deeply revolting, right?

Then what on earth was the underlying strategic objective behind pressing that kiss onto his hand?

Yu Mianfeng found himself entirely incapable of extracting a logical solution to the calculation.

Despite the reality that he was flawlessly, perfectly executing every single mandated villain assignment provided by the script, a continuous stream of highly anomalous, unpredictable variables kept manifesting across the field.

Gazing at the silent silhouette of Jiang Henggu lounging beside him, he concluded that the core systemic glitch almost certainly didn’t originate from his own operational matrix.

The dinner menus deployed by the Yu estate were consistently magnificent.

Yu Mianfeng possessed zero innate culinary preferences, yet he submissively accelerated his consumption under the warm, encouraging smiles of his mother.

The freezing, fiercely arrogant Beta who routinely terrorized the student body of the Capital Academy cleanly shed his razor-sharp exterior within the sanctuary of his home, transforming into an exceptionally obedient, compliant son. He prioritized this familial bond above everything else in his existence.

The atmosphere dominating the dining table was deeply harmonious and filled with genuine warmth.

External observers universally assumed that a sovereign lineage of the Yu clan’s caliber would naturally enforce a brutal, archaic web of strict aristocratic protocols within their private walls. In reality, their domestic environment was remarkably egalitarian; both parents consistently encouraged Yu Mianfeng to simply operate according to his own personal comfort.

Formal etiquette was a structural weapon reserved exclusively for managing outsiders; there was absolute zero requirement to deploy such barriers before one’s blood lineage.

Yu Mianfeng took a slow sip of his tea, gently resting the fine porcelain back onto its saucer.

He accessed his digital communicator, his movements slightly unrefined as he captured a high-resolution photograph of the culinary spread before transmitting the image directly to the Second Male Lead.

Throughout this recent stretch of the timeline, he and Yuan Hechu had maintained a highly stable, consistent stream of digital dialogue. The older Alpha frequently reached out to present an array of complex inquiries regarding military academy academic directives and structural peer-group dynamics, seeking the Beta’s cold, analytical feedback.

Whenever the demands of high-level military operations eased, Yuan Hechu’s digital transmission velocity was blindingly fast.

The elite commander never once weaponized his massive seniority or military prestige when interacting with the youth; the dynamic connecting the two had tracked into a remarkably smooth, integrated rhythm.

Just yesterday, their conversation had casually drifted toward the bleak reality of standard military rations. Yuan Hechu had promptly archived a photograph of his own sparse evening meal and transmitted it over, conversely expressing a deep curiosity regarding the specific dietary menus deployed within the Yu clan’s estate.

The exact millisecond Yu Mianfeng transmitted the photograph of his dinner spread; the Second Male Lead executed an instantaneous, real-time reply.

— Yuan Hechu: It appears exceptionally delicious. — Yuan Hechu: Your physiological data logs a body fat percentage that is radically too low; you must systematically increase your caloric intake. — Mian: Understood. Noted.

The novel spectacle of Yu Mianfeng continuously manipulating his digital communicator during active dining hours instantly commanded the absolute focus of both his parents.

Historically, he had practically never engaged in digital text messaging while seated at the dinner table.

The patriarch of the Yu clan calmly set his high-level intelligence briefings aside.

Lifting his teacup, he pitched a casual, seemingly light inquiry across the space: “Xiao Mian… do you genuinely harbor an authentic affection for that child from the Lu lineage?”

Yu Mianfeng had already cleanly deactivated his communicator interface. The hand piloting his silver dining knife froze mid-air for a fraction of a second.

He delivered an instantaneous, completely unhesitating response: “Yes. I love him deeply.”

Has the patriarch begun to harbor suspicions regarding the validity of the arrangement? It seems I must aggressively accelerate and intensify my public pursuit of the Protagonist Shou to reinforce the narrative optics.

Yu Mianfeng systematically evaluated the tactical adjustment.

“You are entirely permitted to harbor affection for any entity you desire. This formal engagement was initialized exclusively because your personal feelings demanded the arrangement… however, a structure of this nature is fully capable of operating as a purely unilateral layout,” the patriarch stated, his words saturated with a deep, highly loaded subtext that the black-haired youth entirely failed to decode in that immediate moment.

【Pfft… what your father is trying to articulate is that you are fully cleared to execute a highly progressive polyamorous marriage paradigm directly securing one wife and one husband simultaneously. For instance, you could simply append my profile into the layout to occupy the husband slot (^^) 】

「…Get lost.」

The exact microsecond his internal processing finally deciphered the authentic weight behind the patriarch’s statement, Yu Mianfeng set his dining utensils down in absolute silence, locking his posture into a rigid, perfectly disciplined stance.

It was glaringly obvious that the events that had transpired inside the transport vehicle today had already been systematically reported to the patriarch via the private chauffeur’s security logs.

External observers who lacked verified data regarding the existence of the canonical script were undeniably prone to jumping to some truly spectacular, highly distorted conclusions regarding his behavior.

But he harbored a profound, innate aversion to the Alpha gender.

“Father…”

Despite having just consumed a measure of moisture, Yu Mianfeng felt his throat track through a wave of sudden, absolute dryness: “Regarding Lu Yibo… my affection shall remain restricted exclusively to his person for the remainder of my days.”

Within the canonical text, the arrogant villain’s absolute, unhinged obsession with the Protagonist Shou was supposed to remain completely unyielding until the day of his destruction.

Yu Mianfeng possessed absolute zero innate comprehension regarding the operational mechanics of romance; throughout his development, his experience had been restricted exclusively to navigating an endless, exhausting sea of suitors attempting to aggressively pursue his frame. Faced with this mandated assignment, he was temporarily at a total loss as to how to convincingly simulate a state of manic, obsessive infatuation for the Protagonist Shou.

He had briefly entertained the concept of systematically duplicating the frantic, unhinged behavioral patterns displayed by his own past stalkers… but his psychological systems simply failed to replicate that level of madness.

A logical Beta simply lacked the cognitive architecture required to comprehend those frantic, emotion-driven actions.

The microscopic fluctuations rippling across the youth’s features were cleanly, comprehensively logged by the patriarch’s sharp gaze.

The older man took a slow, deliberate sip of his tea, bringing the topic to a perfectly calibrated, disciplined close: “Simply ensure you never permit any entity to force you into a position of vulnerability or grievance.”

He desisted from pressing the matter further.

It wasn’t until he had safely returned to the total privacy of his personal quarters that Yu Mianfeng finally initialized a meticulous, line-by-line deconstruction of the chaotic events that had unfolded inside the transport vehicle today.

A sudden, horrifying realization violently crashed through his processing loops.

…The patriarch couldn’t possibly assume that I have suddenly shifted my romantic focus and expanded my affections toward a different entity… toward Jiang Henggu, right?

A rare, highly visible flash of profound, unadulterated psychological disgust rippled across the Beta’s usually expressionless, frozen features.