After the Sang-Style Beauty Married the Disabled Villain [Transmigration] - Chapter 12

When the shop assistant at the Lolita counter saw them approach, she rose with a smile to greet them.

Seeing who it was, her smile gradually vanished.jpg

Three grown men, with estimated ages of around 20, 30, and 50…

This grandfather-father-grandson trio shouldn’t be… here to trash the place, should they?

As soon as Shen Jia-Li saw the sofa in the boutique, he couldn’t wait to lie down. I can’t do it anymore. I’ve reached my limit. He breathed weakly, as if he were about to pass away on the spot.

“S-Sir, our shop doesn’t take newspaper subscriptions. You should try asking another store,” the assistant said awkwardly to Nan Liujing.

Shen Jia-Li poked his head out: “Did you hear that? They don’t take subscriptions. Let’s hurry and leave.”

The other shop assistant, who frequented wealthy clients, was naturally more perceptive than the newcomer. Seeing the luxury shopping bags in Uncle Li’s hand, she immediately welcomed them with a radiant smile.

“Sir, I see you have an extraordinary temperament. This style goes very well with our newly arrived ‘Spring Dawn Night Banquet’ collection. Would you like to try it on?”

Uncle Li cleared his throat and pointed to the feeble Shen Jia-Li, signaling that he was the one buying the clothes, and asked if she could stop with the mindless flattery.

The shop assistant didn’t show a hint of awkwardness, immediately walking up to Shen Jia-Li. “Sir…”

Before she could finish, Shen Jia-Li raised a finger and pointed at Nan Liujing in the wheelchair, signaling that he was the one buying the clothes, and asking if she could stop harassing him.

This time, the shop assistant didn’t believe it. Their shop didn’t carry sizes that the person in the wheelchair could fit into. She gave the other assistant a wild wink, and the assistant immediately brought over the “Spring Dawn Night Banquet.”

The complex and gorgeous dress was primarily black and white. It had a pure white bodice connected to sleeves as thin as cicada wings, the hanging sleeves like blooming lotus leaves wide yet exquisite. The waist cincher was black, with an antique bronze Jerusalem cross embedded in the center, connected to a sheer, black-and-blue skirt embroidered with ancient clocks, butterflies, and other European palace elements. It was puffed up into a graceful curve by the pure white petticoat—noble, elegant, charming, and bright.

Just looking at it, Shen Jia-Li knew that trying this on would be ve-ry troublesome.

Should I just play dead?

He immediately straightened his body, crossed his hands over his lower abdomen, closed his eyes, and assumed a state of Serenity.jpg

“This…” The shop assistant was at a loss, faced with this stance.

Nan Liujing tapped the armrest of his wheelchair lightly, the watch on his wrist sparkling brilliantly with the movement.

“Do you want to change here, or should I take you to the lobby downstairs to change?” His gloomy voice lacked any emotional fluctuation.

Shen Jia-Li wasn’t afraid. He didn’t believe Nan Liujing would be shameless enough to actually do that. He turned a deaf ear and continued lying flat.

“Uncle Li.” Nan Liujing turned his head slightly. “Contact the security guards downstairs and tell them to come up in thirty minutes to clear the crowd.”

Uncle Li responded.

Uncle Li left; Shen Jia-Li sat up; Uncle Li returned.

Shen Jia-Li firmly believed that Nan Liujing valued his reputation, but the stubborn Uncle Li might not. He grabbed the dress and entered the fitting room.

He hated trying on clothes so much. It always left everything in a mess. There was only one hook in the fitting room; it wouldn’t do to put the clothes on the floor, and there weren’t enough hooks to hang them up. The person who designed this fitting room must have been seeking revenge on society.

Half an hour later, Shen Jia-Li opened the door of the fitting room and poked his head out. Outside the door, the two shop assistants were well-trained; they started clapping and praising before seeing the full picture:

“This outfit fits the gentleman so perfectly. Look at this figure, this temperament; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say you are a noble young lady from some European aristocrat’s family.”

“The gentleman truly has a face that could topple nations. I have never seen a boy so suited for women’s clothing. Come out quickly and let your family see.”

Shen Jia-Li refused. He couldn’t afford to lose face like this, so he clung to the door frame and tried to retreat inside.

The shop assistant thought, Don’t delay our commission. One on each side, they pried open his fingers clinging to the door frame and forcibly pulled him out.

Nan Liujing had waited for half an hour outside, his patience mostly exhausted. He had no interest in men’s cross-dressing; he just wanted to see Shen Jia-Li make a fool of himself. If he could provoke him into throwing a tantrum in front of everyone, then the whole world could testify that Shen Jia-Li was the one acting presumptuously first, and his divorce plan would be infinitely close to perfection.

In the midst of his musings, he saw a white figure being dragged out by the two assistants. Nan Liujing prepared himself to sneer.

The touch of pure white stood still before his eyes.

Nan Liujing’s smile gradually vanished.

Nan Liujing fell silent.

His gaze seemed to have rusted; it landed on that white figure, and when he wanted to move it away, it became sluggish and slow due to the thick rust.

It is an undisputed fact that overly wide skirt robes make people look bloated. But Shen Jia-Li seemed to be an exception. Under the sheer gauze of the shoulder sleeves, the contours of his slender and smooth shoulders and arms were beautifully shaped. Even if he was thin, it didn’t look bad at all; instead, it was just right, with the few bits of flesh he had growing exactly where they should.

The black waist cincher visually narrowed his waist to the point of being palm-graspable, outlining a beautiful waistline, while the exposed calves were fair, straight, and lustrous. The tops of his feet, revealed by the white leather shoes, were boney and delicate.

There was a slight protrusion at his chest, and a deep-red mole on his chest brought a hint of decadent beauty, fitting perfectly with the overall style of the dress.

Shen Jia-Li hung his head low, his long, slender fingers lightly twisting a lock of hair at his temple. Feeling uncomfortable from being bound, he said listlessly: “So, do you think this looks good?”

Nan Liujing used all his strength to finally move his slow, rusted gaze, his five fingers resting on the armrest slowly curling shut.

After what felt like a century, having received no answer from Nan Liujing, Shen Jia-Li didn’t want to play his game anymore and turned to change back into his regular clothes.

“It looks quite good.”

A soft, faint voice, lacking its usual indifference, sounded ethereal, as if it had traveled from a very distant place.

Shen Jia-Li: ?

When did he go blind?

Nan Liujing turned his wheelchair and said to the shop assistant in a low voice: “Wrap it up, we’ll take it.” Then he added: “Wrap up that whole row in the display cabinet as well.”

In the Divorce Plan 5.0 that opened automatically in his mind, a new crime was added to Shen Jia-Li’s list: Suspicion of seducing others.

As soon as they got home, Shen Jia-Li couldn’t wait to surrender himself to the soft bed. His muscles felt as if they had been injected with mercury, the pain unbearable. The “depressive” had reached his limit and desperately needed to lie down for twenty-four hours.

Glancing casually at his phone, the contact named “Idiot #1” had sent him over eighty text messages, all filled with the word “Brother.” He was about to stop recognizing the word “Brother” altogether.

Fine, he knew who “Idiot #1” was now. To rank as #1, he must have had his unique talents.

He hadn’t closed his eyes for long when Shen Jia-Li suddenly felt a chill wash over him, and all the hair on his body stood on end. Bad, lock the door quickly. He had just run to the door when it was too late.

“Mr. Shen, it is now five o’clock in the afternoon. I am here to read today’s menu for you.”

Shen Jia-Li didn’t understand. Wasn’t that sumptuous banquet at noon enough to fill his stomach? Why did he have to eat dinner and produce more unnecessary waste? Didn’t hear it, didn’t hear it, ignore him.

“Mr. Shen, I know you aren’t asleep. Based on the vibration patterns of the floor combined with wind resistance and your personal weight, I have deduced that you are standing right behind the door, Mr. Shen. Am I right? If not, we might as well discuss it face-to-face.”

This time it was Shen Jia-Li’s turn to gritted teeth.jpg

In every wealthy family drama, there was always a kind-hearted, meddlesome butler like Uncle Li. Every time he saw such a plot, Shen Jia-Li only hated that the villain couldn’t poison him mute. Should I poison him? Shen Jia-Li thought evilly. A second later, he rejected this evil idea. Forget it, poisoning is too much trouble, and if I’m not careful, I might be treated to a set of stylish prison clothes. Besides, there’s a high probability that during the poisoning process, I’d be unable to resist trying a bite myself, fall into a coma on the spot, and then be rushed to the hospital by the villain, only to be sent to prison to eat state-funded meals after recovering. No matter how you look at it, the end of the universe is state-funded meals.

Shen Jia-Li sighed heavily and opened the door. Standing outside was Uncle Li with a beaming face. Uncle Li cleared his throat and took out his hardcover notebook: “Today’s menu. The staple food is steamed purple rice; the main dishes are ‘Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals’ and dry-pot cauliflower; the soup is white fungus and lotus seed soup; the dessert is ginger-milk curd.”

Shen Jia-Li: “‘Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals’ is?”

“Just as the name implies, crabs and shrimp stewed in one pot.”

Uncle Li “snapped” his notebook shut and bowed respectfully at thirty degrees: “Please allow me to convey the Young Master’s instructions. From now on, while the Young Master is at home, you must wear a Lolita dress. Outside the Young Master’s line of sight, you don’t have to.”

Shen Jia-Li: .

Pervert.

He wanted more and more to quickly say goodbye to this world where poor people had no human rights.

Shen Jia-Li rarely ate fruits with peels like grapes and mangoes—not because they tasted bad, but because grapes had to be washed one by one, and mango skins were hard to peel. If someone were willing to wash, peel, and cut them into small pieces for him, he wouldn’t mind having a taste. It was the same with clothes; he mostly wore simple, easy-to-wear T-shirts or shirts with trousers. Even for shirts, he had to buy styles with few and large buttons.

But a Lolita dress needed to be worn in layers, and there were endless ribbons and knots to tie. So, after Shen Jia-Li used all his strength to untie the waist cincher, he developed a strong resistance to this dress.

I won’t wear it. Let the villain beat me to death.

He went downstairs to the kitchen and saw two iron basins placed on the counter, filled with mantis crabs and grass shrimp that had been shipped directly from the sea. Beside them was a sticky note with detailed instructions on how to clean the two ingredients.

Even though the sea crabs had been oxygenated in a race against time during transport, they had lost their usual vitality. After cutting the rubber bands binding their claws, the old fellows lay limply in the basin, motionless.

To a “depressive” without any planning, so-called cleaning procedures were just a piece of waste paper. It was all about experience. He put the crabs in the sink and started to pick the shrimp lines. So troublesome. Since the shrimp already know their fate of being eaten, can’t they learn to empty their intestines themselves?

“Click, click.” Suddenly, a strange sound came to his ears. Shen Jia-Li was concentrating on picking the shrimp lines, so he ignored the strange sound.

“Click, click!” The sound grew louder and more urgent.

Shen Jia-Li lazily raised his eyes to look at the iron basin that was making the noise, but the basin was placed too high for him to see.

Forget it. He bowed his head and continued to pick the shrimp lines. Twenty grass shrimp took him a full hour, leaving the shrimp corpses separated and scattered everywhere.

At this moment, Uncle Li knocked on the door and entered: “Mr. Shen, I’m here to check the progress of dinner… what is going on here!”

With a startled shout, Shen Jia-Li looked over. Crabs of all sizes were scattered in every corner clinging to the dish rack, sitting on the vegetable knife…

He looked at the water basin that had contained the crabs it was empty.

Uncle Li scurried around in a panic to arrest the “criminal crabs,” muttering: “Didn’t I say that after cutting the rubber bands, you should put them into the pot immediately? Look, they all ran… hm? Mr. Shen, why aren’t you wearing the Lolita dress?”

Shen Jia-Li thought, Is now really the time to focus on that?

He and Uncle Li spent half a day putting the crabs back into the basin, during which his hands were repeatedly wounded by the crabs refusing to submit to their fate. Uncle Li straightened his old waist and wiped the light sweat from his forehead: “They’re all caught, right? How many are there in total? Did you count?”

Shen Jia-Li glanced and quickly counted the crabs in the basin. “Counted. Six.”

He hadn’t counted them at first, but if he said he hadn’t, given Uncle Li’s personality, he would inevitably have to check the kitchen again to prevent omissions. The kitchen was full of crevices, and it would be very troublesome to search. He was already very tired.

Uncle Li asked doubtfully: “Are you sure?”

Shen Jia-Li’s gaze shifted vaguely to the side: “Sure.”