After Redeeming the Obsessive Villain Again (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 2

Lu Yinshen had changed into a crisply ironed undershirt, buttoned all the way to the top. His usual gloves were replaced with a black leather pair, lending him a somewhat cold and ascetic aura. Every piece of clothing he wore was brand new, except for the jacket draped over his legs; that remained the old one.

Despite sitting in a wheelchair, Lu Yinshen’s presence was so chillingly detached that when he lifted his eyelids to scan Yan Yi, the sense of pressure in the room intensified.

Yan Yi shook out a small blanket and laid it over Lu Yinshen’s lap. He crouched down, smoothing the wrinkles at the edges.

“The rain has stopped, but the temperature has dropped,” Yan Yi said. “You still need to keep warm, Uncle.”

Even with the heating system running, the hallways lacked warmth, which was why Yan Yi had specifically brought this cozy blanket. With the corners of his eyes curving upward, Yan Yi looked directly into Lu Yinshen’s eyes, smiling with an air of obedient charm. “I have made breakfast. Let us go eat together.”

Lu Yinshen did not answer. He simply locked onto Yan Yi with his dark, double-pupiled eyes. His eyes were naturally different from others; while most have a single circular pupil, his appeared as a smaller circle nested within a larger one. It was a murky, profound gaze. Anyone else caught in that stare would feel a chill in their soul and hurriedly look away in a panic.

But Yan Yi was not anyone else. To him, those eyes were beautiful and translucent, as if embedded with crushed stars, harboring the world’s finest aphrodisiac. Yan Yi pressed down on his fingertips, suppressing a certain impulse. His smile grew even more innocent and soft.

After a long, silent standoff, Lu Yinshen finally gave a slight nod of consent.

Yan Yi straightened the blanket on his lap. “Let us go, Uncle.”

The elevator chimed, and they soon arrived at the first-floor dining room. The food on the table was still hot, with steam swirling in a rich aroma. Yan Yi had prepared all of Lu Yinshen’s favorites, choosing dishes that were as nutritious as they were flavorful.

He adjusted the height of the wheelchair so Lu Yinshen could reach the food more easily, then sat down beside him. Yan Yi nudged the spoon in the sweet shrimp porridge to a more accessible angle.

“I have sterilized everything,” Yan Yi noted. “You can eat without worry, Uncle.”

Yan Yi knew Lu Yinshen was a germaphobe. He had disinfected the utensils long ago, fearing the man would lose his appetite at the sight of anything unclean. He was already so thin; it would not do if he did not eat properly.

Lu Yinshen looked down, staring expressionlessly at the shrimp that had been meticulously peeled and deveined. Seeing him hesitate, Yan Yi took his own spoon, scooped some porridge, and blew on it gently. Once it reached the right temperature, he looked at Lu Yinshen and said, “Uncle, let me feed you.”

His arm hung in the air. Suddenly, Yan Yi realized something was off. For two people who had known each other for less than a day, their relationship was nowhere near intimate enough for one to feed the other porridge. If he were Lu Yinshen, he would likely find the gesture intrusive and offensive.

However, because this was exactly how he and Lu Yinshen had interacted in their previous life, habit had taken over. Despite knowing it was overstepping, Yan Yi did not lower the spoon. If Lu Yinshen refused to eat properly, then feeding him was a small price to pay.

Lu Yinshen turned to look at him, his gaze sweeping over the smile on Yan Yi’s face before landing on the spoon. Yan Yi had just used it; it carried his scent and traces of his saliva. He stared at the spoon for a long time, silent and unreadable.

Yan Yi’s arm began to ache from holding the spoon aloft for so long. His smile remained, and the curve of his lips even widened slightly, but he allowed his arm to tremble noticeably under Lu Yinshen’s scrutiny.

“Uncle,” Yan Yi said piteously, “my hand is getting tired.”

A faint, almost imperceptible frown touched Lu Yinshen’s brow. He opened his mouth slightly, a silent permission to be fed and an acceptance of another person’s essence.

A mixture of curiosity and a desire to destroy surged within Lu Yinshen as he watched Yan Yi. He was not soft-hearted, yet he found himself lowering his boundaries for this person time and time again. He thought that something was wrong with him.

Yan Yi, unaware of the suspicion he was stirring, stared intently at his uncle’s parted lips. That glimpse of a gap between those lips, paired with Lu Yinshen’s exquisitely beautiful yet sickly pale face, sparked a primal urge to invade, to plunder, and ultimately, to take him home and hide him away.

Yan Yi’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he suppressed the urge to lick his own lips. He slid the spoon, the one he had just used, into Lu Yinshen’s mouth. The warm porridge and tender shrimp burst with flavor against his tongue.

It was a taste Lu Yinshen found both favorite and hauntingly familiar.

Fractured memories flickered in his brain. Once, there had been someone who treated him this well, who remembered every preference and habit. But one day, he woke up to everyone telling him he was delusional, that his world had always consisted of only himself.

To them, Lu Yinshen was not just a crippled waste, but a lunatic in love with a hallucination.

A shadow of hostility darkened his brow, and a mist-like intensity tugged at the corners of his beautiful eyes. This sharp, violent flash of color caught Yan Yi’s attention, making his own gaze deepen even as his smile remained harmless.

He thought to himself, “What should I do? My little uncle is truly delicious. I want to eat him so badly.”

Lu Yinshen’s pupils reflected nothing but Yan Yi’s tall, elegant figure. Being the sole focus of those beautiful eyes made Yan Yi’s heart throb with excitement. He curled his lips into a smile and brushed a fingertip against the corner of Lu Yinshen’s mouth.

“You had a bit of food there,” he said softly.

Breakfast was over quickly. Yan Yi did most of the eating. Lu Yinshen had not had a proper meal in a year; his stomach had shrunk, and his appetite was poor. Half a bowl of porridge was his limit. Yan Yi did not want to push him; they had to take it one step at a time. He would eventually nurse some weight back onto his little uncle.

After putting the dishes in the dishwasher, Yan Yi returned to Lu Yinshen. “The rain has stopped. Shall we go for a walk outside?”

Lu Yinshen’s eyes moved slowly. After a moment, he gave a soft, “Mhm.”

Yan Yi draped a thick coat over Lu Yinshen’s shoulders to shield his frail body from the cold wind, then pushed him out the door.

The greenery and landscaping of the villa area were pristine. The morning air was fresh, and the view was wide, filled with a vibrant array of blooming flowers. It was far more relaxing than being cooped up indoors. Since it was early, there were not many people around. In fact, Yan Yi did not see a soul besides Lu Yinshen.

He did not mind; he actually preferred it. Spending some quality time alone with his uncle was far better than being interrupted.

Lu Yinshen’s eyes, unaccustomed to natural sunlight, squinted slightly. His sickly pale skin gained a hint of color under the morning glow, though he felt that the coat Yan Yi had given him was somehow warmer than the sun itself.

As a breeze rustled the leaves, a figure suddenly emerged from the gaps between the branches. Yan Yi stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing with interest.

He recognized the man as the First Lead. What was he doing here?

In this world’s story, the First Lead was Lu Ye, the son of Lu Yinshen’s eldest brother. The Lu family was a sprawling, dramatic clan. The old patriarch had fathered seven children, and Lu Yinshen was the youngest. All seven children had different mothers, a testament to the old man’s philandering. With so much wealth at stake, there was very little room for familial affection. Lu Ye had no qualms about hating his own uncle, and his arrival likely signaled trouble.

In this messy family tree, everyone except Lu Yinshen had their own children. Lu Ye belonged to the eldest brother, while the memory of Yan Yi being an adopted son had been planted in the second brother’s mind by the System.

Yan Yi leaned close to Lu Yinshen’s ear, his warm breath grazing the pale earlobe. “Uncle,” he whispered, “there is some trash in our way.”

Lu Yinshen had already spotted the newcomer. His eyes flicked over Lu Ye before turning away with indifference. The heat near his ear was so intense that all his limited attention was focused there; he had none to spare for anyone else.

The trash arrived before them. Thanks to the Lu family genes, Lu Ye was decent-looking; otherwise, he would not have caught the protagonist’s eye. He approached quickly, a venomous glint in his eyes that was poorly hidden behind a fake, greasy smile.

Yan Yi could not be bothered with pleasantries. He did not want this man to soil his uncle’s sight.

Lu Ye, however, lacked social awareness. He ignored Yan Yi entirely, focusing solely on Lu Yinshen. “Uncle, I need fifty million. You are so rich, I am sure you can give it to me.”

He did not even bother with a proper greeting before demanding money with a massive appetite.

Yan Yi lowered his gaze to hide the coldness swirling in his eyes. He wondered if “Uncle” was a name just anyone could call him.

Lu Yinshen glanced at Lu Ye, his lips parting to utter a single, freezing word: “Get out.”

Yan Yi’s lips curled. If Lu Yinshen saw this smile, his image as a kind and innocent college student would be instantly shattered.

Resentment boiled in Lu Ye’s eyes. His fake smile froze as he clenched his fists. If his family’s business had not lost a major bidding war a year ago, if their loyal customers had not been lured away like common dogs by a cheaper, mysterious new company called Lu An, he would not be in this position. Their capital chain had snapped, and they had been forced to sell off houses and cars just to stay afloat. He had only lowered himself to ask this cripple for money because he was desperate.

And yet, this cripple had the nerve to tell him to get lost.

Not only was Lu Yinshen a cripple, but he was also a mental case. He would go into fits, asking everyone where his lover went. It was pathetic. Lu Ye tried to remember what that lunatic said his lover’s name was, but he could not recall it.

He dismissed it. It was probably just a hallucination anyway. It was not as if the person was going to jump out of thin air and slap him.

“It is only fifty million,” Lu Ye started to drone on.

He was so loud and annoying.

A silver glint flashed in Yan Yi’s eyes. His fingers twitched as a silver light flickered into a dagger, hidden within his sleeve. He closed his eyes, and the light vanished. He kept his head down. If Lu Yinshen were not here, he would have made Lu Ye shut up permanently.

The fact that he had not yet crushed the power these people relied on did not mean he could not; it just meant he was being patient. If a major character committed suicide or died due to mental fragility, it could destabilize the world. And since this was the world Lu Yinshen lived in, Yan Yi wanted to keep it stable.

His little uncle deserved a life of luxury and peace, with power and wealth bowing at his feet.

Lu Yinshen closed his eyes and said to Yan Yi, “Let us go back.”

Yan Yi’s eyes curved into a smile, his voice turning tender as the hidden dagger dissolved into thin air. He placed his hands back on the wheelchair handles. “Okay.”

Lu Ye finally deigned to look at Yan Yi, his face full of arrogance. “So, you are the one Second Uncle adopted?”

Thanks to the System’s interference, these people had false memories of Yan Yi’s existence. Lu Ye “remembered” that his second uncle had an adopted son named Yan Yi. In reality, it was all a lie.

Seeing Lu Ye turn his sights on Yan Yi, Lu Yinshen gave him a chilling, warning look. “Have you forgotten how Yuli came to be?”

At the mention of Yuli—and the ruthless methods Lu Yinshen had used to build it—Lu Ye’s body stiffened. An instinctive fear took hold, and his facade of arrogance crumbled. The fake smile vanished, replaced by genuine terror masked by a weak, forced pride.

Yan Yi did not stay to watch the performance. He turned the wheelchair around to head home. The scenery along the way smoothed over the irritation caused by the intruder. He reached out to tuck the coat closer around Lu Yinshen, making sure the cold wind could not touch him.

They reached the villa shortly after. Looking at the opulent decor, Yan Yi’s thoughts drifted back to his conversation with Lu Yinshen yesterday. He had used the rain as an excuse to stay this long, but he was not about to leave today.

Yan Yi stepped in front of Lu Yinshen, stole a quick glance at him, and then dropped his head shyly.

“Uncle Lu, my landlord just messaged me. He said my apartment is leaking and I have nowhere to go. Could you let me stay for a few more days?”

As if realizing he was being a burden, Yan Yi added frantically, “I know it is a lot to ask, but I really have nowhere else. I can cook, and I can do all the chores.”

His voice was soft and laced with a pathetic vulnerability, making him look every bit like a stray cat waiting for Lu Yinshen to soften his heart and take him in.