After the Sang-Style Beauty Married the Disabled Villain [Transmigration] - Chapter 10

Shen Jia-Li thought to himself that he didn’t need to finish eating this meal; he had wanted to leave half an hour ago. If it weren’t for her “good son” dragging him and refusing to let go, would he be sitting here taking her abuse?

He grabbed a napkin, wiped his mouth, finished the last of his fruit juice, and stood up to leave.

Just as he stood up, the doors to the banquet hall were pushed open. In an instant, everyone craned their necks to look. Seeing who had arrived, Uncle Li wiped his mouth, held onto his tie, and hurried over.

The man had appeared.

The eldest son of the Nan family, who was rumored to be old, ugly, and somewhat mentally unstable.

The body wrapped in the dark suit still had a clear-cut outline; his shoulders were towering and broad. The form-fitting suit didn’t show a hint of tightness that would be caused by excess flesh. Those legs, which made people sigh in regret, were straight and long, with a hint of black cotton socks visible beneath the cuffs, inexplicably exuding a sensual appeal that invited speculation.

But looking at the face.

Good heavens, a mask and sunglasses. He’s got it all~

Now, everyone was even more convinced that this man was too ugly to be seen in public. Truly, God is fair. He gave him an unparalleled physique but forgot to pay any attention to his face.

“So that’s Nan Liujing,” someone whispered in the crowd.

“That’s him. I heard he’s been crippled since he was a child, stuck in a wheelchair for over a decade, and he isn’t quite right up here,” the person said, pointing to his own head.

“Really?”

“Really, and I also heard that his mother’s death had something to do with him…”

“My god!”

The whispers were like bees swarming out of a hive, dense and buzzing incessantly. As expected, whether it was the common folk or the elites who considered themselves the upper class, gossip was an enduring topic of conversation.

Shen Jia-Li was sitting nearby and heard it. He wasn’t one to be argumentative; he was just genuinely curious. “How do you know that? Did you see it with your own eyes?”

Several people looked at each other, waved their hands, and gave an awkward smile. “Ah, it’s all hearsay, that’s all.”

In the next second, Uncle Li pushed Nan Liujing to sit beside Shen Jia-Li. Seeing Shen Jia-Li standing to the side looking as if he wanted to leave, and remembering the swapped gift, Nan Liujing curled his lips, pointed his index finger to signal him to sit down. “Where are you going? The banquet isn’t over yet.”

Shen Jia-Li: “The restroom. Is that not allowed?”

Uncle Li hurriedly pressed Shen Jia-Li down, whispering, “So many people are watching. Let’s talk about it when we get back.”

The adoptive mother saw her distinguished son-in-law and hurried over to greet him, but kept winking at Shen Jia-Li, signaling him to go away somewhere cool. Shen Jia-Li had intended to leave, but he was stuffed and felt uncomfortable all over if he moved, so he just wanted to sit.

Nan Liujing exchanged some fake-harmonious pleasantries with the adoptive mother. The adoptive mother said she was going backstage to check on the cake production and wouldn’t keep him company. After she finished speaking, she gave Shen Jia-Li another “death glare,” signaling him to leave quickly.

Shen Jia-Li didn’t want to leave. He just wanted to sit. If some kind waiter could help him clear the table, he wouldn’t mind putting his head down and napping for a few minutes.

Opposite them, Nan Feiyao seemed not to have expected his brother to come. He was stunned for a long time before standing up and sitting over. In the original story, Nan Feiyao and Nan Liujing had been at odds since childhood. They competed over everything, and the things they liked were mostly the same, often leading to brawls over small trinkets.

Unlike Nan Feiyao, who had his mother covering for him, Nan Liujing was mostly the one forced to hand over his beloved possessions. Nan Feiyao had been indoctrinated since he was a child by his mother with the idea that “if you don’t snatch the things you want, you can only watch them fall into others’ hands.” So gradually, regardless of whether he liked them or not, as long as they belonged to his brother Nan Liujing, he had to snatch them.

Nan Liujing was different. He never snatched things openly; he only schemed in the dark. Therefore, in the first half of the original story, Nan Feiyao was always suppressed by his brother until the appearance of Shen Lanqing, which started his counterattack.

Seeing Nan Feiyao sit over, Nan Liujing raised an eyebrow and looked down at him haughtily.

“Why did Brother only arrive now? I’m so sorry, I can only let you eat leftovers,” Nan Feiyao sneered, using this to mock Nan Liujing for being worthy only of picking up scraps.

Shen Jia-Li, who was just starting to feel sleepy, was woken up by this sarcastic remark. He glanced at him sideways. “If you’re finished eating, then go pay the bill.”

Heaven is my witness, he didn’t want to speak up for Nan Liujing; it was purely because someone was disturbing his peace. This was his way of telling him that he was either full of hot air or meddling in things that weren’t his business.

“Make me pay the bill?” Nan Feiyao pointed to his nose in disbelief. It wasn’t that he was short of money, but why should he?

“Mm~” a rising inflection. “You pay. You’re the one who has nothing else to do, aren’t you?”

Nan Feiyao frowned and looked toward Shen Lanqing on the side, not daring to speak.

Beneath the mask, Nan Liujing’s expression changed from slight surprise to a fleeting smile, but it only lasted for an instant, basically negligible. Little firecracker, you sure can talk.

Shen Jia-Li closed his eyes again to cultivate sleepiness.

Grand and magnificent background music suddenly rang out in the banquet hall. The doors were pushed open, and a few waiters carefully pushed out a five-tier cake.

“Wow,  Our little birthday boy’s cake is here. I wonder who has the honor of cutting the cake with our little birthday boy.” The crowd started to clamor, each thinking, “Me, let me go on stage quickly.”

The five-tier cake tower was a masterpiece—cows in New Zealand were milked in the morning, the milk was flown across the ocean by plane; the fruits from Australian orchards were picked by hardworking farmers while still covered in morning dew, and flown here with the milk to send sincere birthday wishes to this beloved little birthday boy.

Shen Lanqing was invited onto the stage. He wore a generous, confident smile, blowing out the candles and making a wish under the gaze of everyone. The emcee took the opportunity to say, “The little young master might as well invite his favorite guest onto the stage to cut the cake together.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the audience sat up straight. Shen Lanqing’s mother covered her chest with one hand, a look of excited anticipation on her face, with tears welling in her eyes. She had already organized moving words in her heart for when her son called out “Mom.”

Nan Feiyao also sat straight, his gaze lingering and staring at Shen Lanqing’s face. He wanted to use this opportunity to express his sincere feelings of adoration to Shen Lanqing.

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

Their hearts skipped a beat.

Shen Lanqing looked at the carved bronze knife in his hand and slowly raised his head, his eyes firm and bright. “I would like to invite… Brother to come up and share the first bite of sweetness with me.” He said it sincerely and resolutely, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Crack! Several people’s hearts shattered into pieces.

In an instant, everyone’s eyes turned toward Shen Jia-Li’s table.

Shen Jia-Li comforted himself internally: It’s okay, he has more than one brother. At this moment, as long as I look at the cousin opposite, under the ambiguous gazes of others, Cousin will certainly think he is the one. As long as he goes up on stage, Shen Lanqing won’t be embarrassed to drive him back.

Shen Jia-Li looked up, stare.

Wait, where is Cousin?!

Cousin was gone; he had left half an hour ago with his arrogant, bullying mother.

Shen Jia-Li: …

So, it can only be… me, right.

What kind of large-scale social death scene was this? It felt just like being stark naked in a public restroom with an uncle opposite you; his “depressive social-phobia” was about to flare up.

At this moment, applause that made one desperately want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into rang out inopportunely. Shen Jia-Li stood up with difficulty, treading with heavy, obscure footsteps toward the stage, his whole body in resistance.

Seeing him walking extremely slowly, Shen Lanqing stepped forward, fearing he would run away, and grabbed him, smiling sweetly: “Brother, let’s cut the cake together. We’ll eat the middle piece, just the two of us; we won’t share it with anyone else.”

His voice was loud, and the people in the audience heard it clearly.

Shen Jia-Li: …

Retract that. You have no shame, but I still want mine.

Under the envious and hateful gazes of the crowd, Shen Jia-Li had his hand held by Shen Lanqing as they held the knife together, slowly cutting along the edge of the top-layer cake.

Immediately, thunderous applause erupted in the audience, though everyone had their own hidden agendas.

Shen Jia-Li held the middle piece of cake, torn between laughter and tears. In the middle of the cake sat a chocolate pony representing Shen Lanqing’s zodiac sign, looking at him with a mischievous smile.

Shen Lanqing didn’t forget to deliver an important speech:

“Actually, everyone is equally important in my heart, but Brother is special to me. Before returning to the Shen family, my adoptive parents had only me as a child, so I always hoped for siblings. The wish I made on my birthday last year has finally come true today. I will definitely cherish this hard-won brother.”

He moved himself, his eyes brimming with tears.

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Shen Lanqing’s mother in the audience dug her sharp fingernails deep into her palm. She shouldn’t have listened to her idiot husband and left this jinx in the country. Sure enough, wherever he went, nothing good happened.

The emcee struck while the iron was hot: “I believe the guests who came to the banquet have also carefully prepared gifts for our little birthday boy. Now, let each family send one person to the stage so our little birthday boy can be amazed!”

The guests who came to the banquet had pulled out all the stops, wanting to leave a good impression on the real little young master of the Shen family, and they all pulled out their best efforts. For the sake of face, everyone in the audience clamored for Shen Lanqing to open the gifts on the spot. Everything from pure gold four-piece sets to violet jade and Dzi bead bracelets there was everything one could want.

Nan Feiyao, who cherished him like the apple of his eye, waved his hand and gave him a large flat apartment by the sea, worth 20 million. Every time Shen Lanqing opened a gift, he said thank you as a matter of routine. Only when he received the large flat by the sea did his emotions fluctuate slightly, but mostly with surprise.

Everyone had finished sending their gifts, leaving only Shen Jia-Li. Since each household only needed to send one person on stage, in the public perception, one naturally couldn’t let Nan Liujing, who suffered from a leg ailment, go on stage.

So, Shen Jia-Li went up again.

The guests in the audience gritted their teeth. They really wanted to see what kind of peerless treasure he would give, having been specially picked by Shen Lanqing to go on stage and being the only one to eat the middle piece of the cake.