After the Sang-Style Beauty Married the Disabled Villain [Transmigration] - Chapter 11

Shen Jia-Li stared at the gift box Nan Liujing had handed him identical to his own and fell into deep thought.

He now had absolutely no idea which box held the car keys or which contained the baby toy set. As for the box Nan Feiyao had given him, he didn’t even know what was inside that one.

Shen Lanqing was so touched he even began to stutter: “B-Brother, which one is yours?”

Shen Jia-Li couldn’t be bothered to think about it anymore and thrust both boxes into his hands. “The expensive one is my husband Nan Liu… the cheap one is mine.”

He squeezed the words “my husband” through his teeth.

Shen Lanqing couldn’t wait to tear open one of the gift boxes. Inside was a pair of horrifying-looking foreign dolls packaged in a box that looked incredibly cheap.

Shen Lanqing’s fingers paused, and his smile vanished instantly.

A sudden uproar broke out in the audience.

“My god, this thing might pass for fooling a child, but is there something wrong with Shen Jia-Li’s brain?”

“So embarrassing, I can’t even bear to look.”

Shen Lanqing’s mother raised a hand to her forehead, bowing her head in despair. You stinking idiot, all you know is how to embarrass me.

The sounds of mockery and ridicule were incessant, buzzing incessantly like a swarm of flies at a village outhouse. Shen Lanqing lowered his head, his voice tinged with a touch of melancholy. “Brother, in your eyes, I must look like a naive child, right?”

The one who suggested opening the gifts in public is the one acting like a child, Shen Jia-Li thought to himself. He wanted to explain, but he felt it was too much of a hassle. If this could make the kid keep his distance, he was willing to play the villain.

“Yes,” Shen Jia-Li said, noncommittally.

“Heh.” Shen Lanqing let out a mysterious laugh. He slowly raised his head, his cheeks flushed bright red like a cooked shrimp.

Shen Jia-Li guessed if he was about to go dark and awaken his “villain” side in the next second.

“Brother!” Unexpectedly, Shen Lanqing threw himself into his arms, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, squeezing him until he could almost suffocate. “I am willing to be a child in Brother’s eyes forever! And Brother can only have me as a child; no one else should even think about it!”

Shen Jia-Li: ?

Spare me. How did this plot veer off so crazily like a rocket? What happened to the little young master being humiliated and going dark? What happened to the protagonist gong leading the trouble to others and exposing the cannon fodder’s conspiracy in public?

“I really, really wanted this baby toy set, but I ran to so many stores and couldn’t find it. The internet only had pre-orders left, and it wouldn’t ship until the end of the year at the earliest. Brother, where did you buy it?” Shen Lanqing held the box, his hands trembling.

Shen Jia-Li finally recalled that Shen Lanqing, the protagonist of the original story, was pure and innocent, with the hobby of collecting miniature toys.

Shen Jia-Li let out a slow sigh. “I bought it at the mall in front of our house…”

“So amazing!” Shen Lanqing gave him a big hug. “Brother, you are truly amazing; you even know how to buy things at the mall! You must love me so much that you even know my preferences clearly.”

Shen Jia-Li: …

The crowd: …

Shen Jia-Li: Can I say I originally wanted to buy it to play with myself?

Shen Lanqing suddenly looked toward the audience, trying hard to restrain his excitement, and asked his mother: “Mom, can I make a ranking of my favorite gifts?”

His mother really wanted to beg him to stop talking, but he was her own flesh and blood who had been lost for twenty years; besides going along with him, what else could she do?

“As you wish…”

No sooner had she spoken than Shen Lanqing impatiently held up the baby toy set: “This is a gift from Brother the undisputed number one! Does everyone want to appreciate it up close? Then let’s pass it around starting from the first table. But be careful; please don’t break it.”

The toes of the guests in the audience curled frantically, attempting to dig out an entire luxury villa; they smiled awkwardly. “Then let us… feast our eyes…”

Shen Lanqing then called for a waiter to distribute wet wipes to every guest, insisting they clean their hands thoroughly before touching the toy.

The guests: …

So why are they standing here passing around a baby toy set? Who am I? Where am I?

Silence—a silence like that in a Wang Wei poem.

In the end, Shen Lanqing finally remembered the gift Nan Liujing had sent. He opened it, took one look, and had the servants take it to the storage room. It was a Vacheron Constantin watch covered in diamonds. But that didn’t matter; he had already received the gift he wanted most, so in his eyes, the diamond-covered watch was nothing more than scrap metal.

Until the banquet ended, Shen Lanqing held his baby toy set like a treasure. He even complained for a long time to a relative who had accidentally made an imperceptible scratch on the box surface while passing it around.

When the banquet ended, the guests left one by one, looking exhausted. Shen Jia-Li and Nan Liujing also had to go home, waiting at the entrance for Uncle Li to bring the car around. Adoptive father Gong Yuan rushed over with Shen Lanqing.

Uncle Li arrived with the car at the perfect moment. Shen Jia-Li got into the car with lightning speed, faster than he had ever moved in his life, and patted the back of the front seat: “Uncle Li, drive quickly.”

Uncle Li looked in the rearview mirror: “But Mr. Gong and Little Young Master Lanqing are…”

Shen Jia-Li clutched his heart and began to pant heavily: “I have a heart condition. If we don’t leave, calling 120 for me will also work.”

Uncle Li hurriedly pressed the accelerator, zooming ten meters away in a flash, leaving the father and son hugging each other—one shouting “My good Li-Li,” the other crying “My good brother,” biting their lips, stomping their feet, and feeling completely reluctant to part.

After the figures of the father and son disappeared from view, Shen Jia-Li, who moments ago looked like he was about to die, recovered in a second, leaning sideways against the car window and closing his eyes to rest.

Beside him, Nan Liujing gently brushed the fine dust off his knees, his voice bone-chilling: “You sure know how to act.”

Shen Jia-Li had never stayed out for so long; he was so weak he didn’t even have the strength to speak, so he simply responded using brainwaves: Thanks for the compliment. If you want to learn, go look for a better teacher.

“Speaking of which, the limited edition sports car I prepared—why did it become a watch?” Nan Liujing looked ahead, his fair fingertips tapping his knees rhythmically. His tone was one of holding him accountable.

If it were a minor matter like failing to cook or do the laundry, Shen Jia-Li could have just said he was lazy or useless, but this time was different—it involved money, a huge sum of money. Nan Liujing didn’t believe he had the guts to be honest. A car worth over 40 million was enough to put him behind bars for life. In Nan Liujing’s mind, he pictured Shen Jia-Li crying bitterly, kneeling before him, looking ridiculous as he regretted his actions.

Shen Jia-Li: “I swapped it.”

His tone was righteous and carried a trace of sincerity.

Nan Liujing’s fantasy came to an abrupt halt.

Nan Liujing: ???

“You are certainly honest,” he sneered gloomily. “The reason for the swap—tell me.” Sending him to court wasn’t quite the path, but he could keep him around to torture him slowly.

“Jealousy.” Shen Jia-Li couldn’t spill everything about Nan Feiyao’s plan. If the scheme were exposed, Nan Feiyao would surely come to cause him trouble. Dealing with one Nan Liujing was already exhausting enough; if the brothers teamed up, he might just turn into a small balloon and explode on the spot.

“Jealousy?” Nan Liujing frowned, puzzled. What little trick is he playing now?

“You are my husband. You haven’t bought me a single piece of clothing, yet you’re generous in giving gifts to others. So, I’m jealous.”

“Oh, so I haven’t bought you a single piece of clothing, is that so?” Nan Liujing sneered. “Uncle Li, turn around. Go to the mall.”

Shen Jia-Li: …

Spare me, I beg you.

Nan Liujing finally saw the Shen Jia-Li he had anticipated, crying bitterly and regretting his actions—but it was all over buying clothes. He had thought that someone as vain as Shen Jia-Li would spout nothing but pleasantries and offer him massages if he heard about buying clothes, but what was this person crying for?

Shen Jia-Li’s eyes were red, his lip line pressed into a melancholy wave. I’m so tired. It’s as if my body is no longer my own; every muscle in my body is screaming in pain. For a depressive person who hated light and gazes, going out was a form of torture. Especially when faced with a dazzling array of clothes, he had absolutely no interest, yet the person who came with him acted like he had discovered a new world, ordering him to try on piece after piece for him to see.

In the clothing department, Shen Jia-Li emerged from the fitting room for the umpteenth time. The heavy clothes made it hard for him to stand straight. Uncle Li’s eyes lit up again for the umpteenth time, giving a thumbs-up in praise: “Mr. Shen is truly a living clothes hanger; everything you wear looks good.”

It wasn’t flattery; it was all sincere. In his eyes, even if Shen Jia-Li had a thousand faults, his beauty could beat ten others. He really wanted to meet his biological mother; she must have been a rare beauty in this world.

While Shen Jia-Li was changing, Uncle Li’s gaze landed on the opposite cosmetics counter, where the photo of the hottest actress of the generation, Bai Wei, was hanging. Although Bai Wei was over forty, she didn’t lose out compared to those new-generation actresses majestic, elegant, and breathtakingly beautiful; she could be the focal point of the camera anytime. If that were Shen Jia-Li’s mother, she probably would be at that level.

Shen Jia-Li came out in another outfit. A goose-yellow, light shirt with a small daisy decoration at the collar, paired with a sky-blue, patterned rabbit-ear silk scarf, and clean, light-colored jeans, his whole person brimming with youthful vitality. If his expression wasn’t so lethargic.

The shop assistant couldn’t help but clap in praise: “Sir, this outfit is simply too suitable for you; it’s like a small daisy swaying in the wind.”

Another shop assistant chimed in: “Especially when you stand at this angle, you are on the same level as Bai Wei opposite. If we didn’t say anything, everyone would think you and her are mother and child.”

Shen Jia-Li’s “social anxiety cancer” was about to flare up. If you want to praise me, praise me properly. Saying I’m like someone’s mother—damn it, if my mother heard that in heaven, she’d be hurt.

He didn’t swear.

Nan Liujing saw that he remained unenthusiastic throughout, and an evil idea quietly surfaced in his mind. He said, “Go look at the counter next door.”

Shen Jia-Li hurriedly grabbed the clothes he had tried on: “These are fine, I like them very much.”

Nan Liujing took out his card and handed it to the shop assistant: “Checkout.”

Shen Jia-Li breathed a secret sigh of relief.

But after leaving, he was forcibly taken to the counter next door…

Before he could even feel “depressed,” he was stunned.

Although but, why is it a Lolita dress?

As expected, all villains are perverts.