After the Sang-Style Beauty Married the Disabled Villain [Transmigration] - Chapter 14

Early the next morning, Shen Jia-Li was woken up by Uncle Li to go downstairs for breakfast, but Nan Liujing was nowhere to be seen.

He didn’t ask, but Uncle Li volunteered, “The Young Master has had too much work piling up these past two days, so he left for the company early.”

Shen Jia-Li: “Oh. I didn’t ask, so you don’t need to inform me.”

It was clearly a tone of indifference, but to Uncle Li’s ears, it sounded like: “Don’t tell me the whereabouts of that annoying guy. Hmph, he almost made me unable to get out of bed last night.”

By the time Shen Jia-Li finished his breakfast, it was already nearly noon. Uncle Li brought out a pair of crisply ironed trousers and a shirt, saying respectfully, “Mr. Shen, please change your clothes after you finish breakfast. According to the Young Master’s instructions, we are going out together this afternoon to take care of some business.”

Shen Jia-Li didn’t know what kind of business he and Uncle Li had to take care of together, and he didn’t want to go. He started to act, rubbing his temples in pain: “Your Young Master tossed me around too violently last night. I didn’t sleep well and have a headache. Let me go back upstairs and lie down for ten hours.”

Uncle Li smiled amiably. “Please allow me to schedule a full body check-up for you with the family doctor. Health is the capital of revolution. If you want a healthy body…”

“The clothes are changed, Uncle Li. We can go now.”

The weather was gloomy, which was perfectly suited for staying at home and sleeping. Sitting in the car, Shen Jia-Li couldn’t understand why, in such lovely weather, Uncle Li was determined to persecute a depressive soul. Outside the car window, the passing scenery slowly glided by, becoming increasingly sparse.

Shen Jia-Li wanted to ask Uncle Li where exactly they were going, but the moment he opened his mouth, he felt so tired that he closed it and shut his eyes the next second.

As the car stopped and went, Shen Jia-Li drifted in and out of sleep. In his haze, the car pulled over to the roadside, and Uncle Li got out to open the door for him. “Mr. Shen, we’re here.”

Shen Jia-Li looked up.

On a large orange sign, acrylic letters were pasted:

“Seven Colors Flower Arts Education School”

Around the text, colorful sunflowers and giraffe patterns were plastered, and animal models made of cardboard were placed on both sides of the glass door.

Shen Jia-Li: …

At the entrance, a fashionable young mother led a little girl in a princess dress and hurried inside.

“This is…?” Shen Jia-Li was stunned.

“The Young Master is very concerned about you and hopes to find something that interests you, so he asked me to book a creative arts trial lesson for you,” Uncle Li said.

“I understand the logic, but why is it toddler arts training?” Shen Jia-Li pointed at the word “toddler” on the sign, raising a soul-deep interrogation.

“The Young Master has given instructions that you must not be more than two kilometers away from home; this is the only training institution within a two-kilometer radius.” Uncle Li smiled beamingly. “Besides, based on your current painting level, Mr. Shen, you wouldn’t meet the standards for an adult training class.”

Shen Jia-Li: Glare,

As they spoke, a woman in her twenties walked out, wearing a standard professional smile. “You must be Mr. Li, right? Hello, I am Teacher Xiao Lu, the art team leader of Seven Colors Flower School. You were the one who booked our creative arts trial lesson last night, correct?”

Mr. Li shook hands with Teacher Xiao Lu. “My child is a bit special. Please bear with him.”

“That’s our duty. Class starts in ten minutes. Little Shen Jia-Li, hurry and get out of the car.” Teacher Xiao Lu leaned over to look inside the car.

Her smile stiffened for a second, but years of teaching experience allowed her to recover her friendly face quickly.

What kind of child is this big?! No, wait, this is an adult!

Don’t panic, don’t panic. Perhaps his IQ level is still stuck at the kindergarten stage. I’ve seen such children before. Stay calm.

“Little Shen Jia-Li, hurry and come in to wash your little hands. We are about to start a fun and interesting painting journey,” Teacher Xiao Lu reached out a hand toward Shen Jia-Li.

Shen Jia-Li: …

Shen Jia-Li had no choice but to get out of the car and follow Teacher Xiao Lu into the school. As soon as he entered, the howling of children, comparable to bandits invading a village, pierced Shen Jia-Li’s eardrums. He closed his eyes in despair, not daring to look any further.

Teacher Xiao Lu pushed open the door to the Sunflower Class and called for the lead teacher to come out. When the instructor saw Shen Jia-Li outside the door, she was overcome with excitement, guessing which child’s parent he was—he was just too handsome! When she learned that he was the student coming for the trial lesson today, her smile gradually vanished.jpg.

The parents sitting at the door waiting were filled with disbelief, huddled together to discuss whether this big child had an intellectual disability. At this moment, Uncle Li had already set up live-streaming equipment in the classroom. According to their Young Master’s requirements, the entire session of Shen Jia-Li’s class had to be broadcast to him.

Receiving the notification, Nan Liujing, who was in his office, opened his computer and clicked into his exclusive private live-stream room.

What greeted his eyes was a bunch of children wearing orange smocks, with an average age of no more than six, peering at Shen Jia-Li and curiously asking the teacher if he was the new teacher.

Teacher Xiao Tu, who was in charge of the instruction, smiled awkwardly: “This is little Shen Jia-Li, who will be playing with everyone today. You can call him Li-Li.”

“Teacher, why is he so tall! Is he a giant?!”

Shen Jia-Li looked at that child gloomily, his eyes filled with: “So annoying, don’t touch me.”

The next second, the child was scared to tears by his cold, sharp gaze.

Behind the screen, Nan Liujing rested his chin on one hand, his fingers blocking the smile he couldn’t help but let out at the corners of his mouth.

Teacher Xiao Tu wanted to cry. The team leader had specifically instructed that the child coming today was from a large conglomerate and must be well taken care of. If he liked the courses here, they planned to sign him up for the next two years, and they also said that from now on, all art supplies for the school would be funded by them.

But why is it an adult…

In order to create the high-volume sound that children love, Teacher Xiao Tu was screaming at the top of her lungs, looking at the live-streaming equipment in the corner of the classroom from time to time, under immense pressure.

Shen Jia-Li had zero interest in art. He couldn’t understand is smearing messy colors on paper really called “aesthetic education”? With this energy, wouldn’t it be better to go scrub the village outhouse?

Sitting among a bunch of kindergarten children, Shen Jia-Li already felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. However, Teacher Xiao Tu, always remembering her mission to take care of him, insisted on calling on him to answer questions, saying that if he answered well, she would reward him with a small sticker.

Shen Jia-Li: …

Teacher Xiao Tu: “Teacher just explained this; let’s recall, what shape are a butterfly’s wings?”

Shen Jia-Li’s eyes glanced at the student artwork posted in the classroom and he said casually: “Striped.”

“Why are they striped…” Even saying ‘water-drop shape’ would be more reliable than ‘striped’.

Shen Jia-Li pointed slowly at one of the works: underneath a colorful butterfly lay a caterpillar, looking up with envy, waiting for the day it could also become a beautiful butterfly.

Teacher Xiao Tu laughed dryly: “Little Li-Li can think out of the box and think of the butterfly’s predecessor. That’s great. Everyone, let’s give him a round of applause, shall we?”

A bunch of kindergarten children clapped in unison for Shen Jia-Li. Although his answer was nonsense, early childhood education follows the principle of more encouragement and less negation. The teacher still gave him a small sticker.

A sticker with a Q-version strawberry pattern. The teacher even enthusiastically stuck it between his eyebrows, just like the other children…

Nan Liujing looked at that little strawberry on his forehead and finally couldn’t hold it back, turning his face away and laughing lightly.

A bit cute.

He suddenly closed his computer and pressed the auto-dial button on his desk phone: “Driver Yang, I’m leaving work early today. Please come over now.”

The driver drove the car over, chattering incessantly: “President Nan, is there something important today? Where should I take you?” In the eyes of the employees, Nan Liujing was a famously hard-working man; even when resting at home, he was always working on his computer. This was the first time he had seen Nan Liujing leave work so early.

“Seven Colors Flower Arts Education School on Huaihai Road.”

Driver: ? If you had said some hotel, I could understand, but Seven Colors Flower Arts? That sounds so toddler-like.

The tormenting lesson finally ended, and Shen Jia-Li was called outside to the corridor by the teacher to take a commemorative photo. He held up his piece of black, unrecognizable mess, standing among a bunch of children with an average height of one meter.

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Uncle Li smiled like a spring flower, just like those grandparents who brought their grandchildren to class, feeling that his “grandson” was too amazing—the use of color! The composition! It was simply Da Vinci reincarnated! He snapped dozens of photos of him and the artwork with his phone, his mouth almost stretching to his ears.

Shen Jia-Li drew lines on the ground with his toes, trying to see if there were any cracks he could slip through.

Just then, Uncle Li’s phone suddenly rang. As soon as he saw the caller, he immediately put away his smile, covered his tie, and trotted out the door. When he reappeared, a man in a wheelchair was beside him, mask and sunglasses fully equipped—so thoroughly covered that no one could tell who it was.

Teacher Xiao Lu knew at a glance that this man was the reserve big-time patron behind the scenes. Sitting there, his momentum was terrifying, exuding an arrogant and haughty demeanor from head to toe.

NAN! LIU! JING!

Teacher Xiao Lu finally recalled why the name Shen Jia-Li sounded so familiar, along with the man who was rumored to never show his face and always sat in a wheelchair.

He’s the eldest son of the Huanhai Electronics conglomerate!

Other parents heard the commotion and forgot about their children, swarming over to watch.

Shen Jia-Li was still holding his piece of junk painting, complaining in his heart about how long this would take. The next second, the man he least wanted to see appeared.

Teacher Xiao Lu hurriedly took Shen Jia-Li’s hand affectionately and smiled at Nan Liujing: “Mr. Nan, let’s go over here to talk.”

According to the normal process, after the class ended, you had to shower the child with praise in front of the parent and finally sign the order to complete the task.

In the empty classroom, Shen Jia-Li sat beside Nan Liujing, Teacher Xiao Lu sat opposite them, and Shen Jia-Li’s masterpiece was placed in front of them. Shen Jia-Li had already lost half his soul by now, slumped on the table and closing his eyes. Other teachers, quite perceptive, brought tea and snacks, then hid outside the door to quietly spy on this legendary man.

There were so many large chain training schools; who would have guessed that the conglomerate’s eldest son would condescend to visit their tiny institution?

The teacher asked Shen Jia-Li: “Mr. Shen, how do you feel about our creative arts course? Was it interesting?”

Shen Jia-Li knew that if he answered truthfully that it was boring, what awaited him next would be endless lobbying and never-ending trial lessons. Slumped on the table, he slowly raised a hand and gave a thumbs up.

Nan Liujing pinched the edge of the artwork, looking down haughtily: “Teacher, what do you think of his work? Does he have talent?”

“Fantastic! To be able to draw to this level without any foundation, one could say he’s a naturally talented player.”

Nan Liujing looked again suspiciously: “A pitch-black lump where you can’t tell what it is, and you call that ‘fantastic’?”

Teacher Xiao Lu stalled, revealing an awkward smile after a long moment. Nan Liujing picked up the piece and used his free hand to pat Shen Jia-Li’s head, waking him up. Shen Jia-Li looked at the artwork with sleepy eyes, his eyebrows and eyes filled with listlessness.

“You tell me, what did you draw?”

Shen Jia-Li glanced at the painting and said carelessly: “Caterpillar.”

He had already forgotten the theme of the class; he only remembered that caterpillar looking up at the sky.

“It’s a butterfly, the mature form of a caterpillar after it leaves the cocoon. Saying it’s a caterpillar is also correct,” Teacher Xiao Lu hurried to smooth things over with a dry laugh. She was resourceful when dealing with other parents, but when facing Nan Liujing, her brain turned to mush.

Nan Liujing pointed to that black, lump-like blob: “Then you tell me, where are the wings, and where is the body?”

Shen Jia-Li was on the verge of tears. Why does he still make me explain? Can’t he let me off? Even if I say where the wings are and where the body is, can it change the fact that I’m terrible at drawing? Why do people like to deceive themselves?

He simply tilted his body, hugged Nan Liujing, and tugged at his collar with his fingers in a listless way, his voice emanating from his nasal cavity: “I don’t want to say… I’m so tired, let’s go home.”

The gentle, soft tone sounded like he was acting like a spoiled child. Don’t mention it—this posture really looked exactly like a child who was being unreasonable. This trick had a ninety-percent success rate when used on children.

Nan Liujing’s brow furrowed, and without a hint of pity, he grabbed him by the back collar and made him sit up straight. You don’t want to sign up for the course, right? You want to be lazy, right?

“Hello, Little… Teacher Xiao Lu, right? Regarding your school’s creative courses, I think they are quite good. After comprehensive consideration, I have decided to sign up for a two-year course, plus the provision of all art supplies during the period. Where do I pay?”

Shen Jia-Li finally woke up. He saw the unconcealable joy on Teacher Xiao Lu’s face and Nan Liujing’s calm, windless expression.

Before leaving, Shen Jia-Li carried the painting set that came with the course and listened to Teacher Xiao Lu’s ceaseless torment: “After you get home, little Li-Li can show Mr. Nan today’s lesson again to strengthen his memory.”

Shen Jia-Li: I’ll show you a “light-speed departure” (smile).

In the car.

Nan Liujing still had Shen Jia-Li’s masterpiece spread across his knees. He lowered his eyes, repeatedly observing the messy lines. Beside him, Shen Jia-Li was already on the verge of a heart attack because of that ninety-minute class, leaning listlessly against the window and dozing off.

“Are you happy today?” Nan Liujing suddenly spoke, his voice faint, still devoid of any emotion.

Shen Jia-Li hadn’t expected him to take the initiative to care about him, but his forthright nature made him say: “Not happy, so can I stop going in the future?”

Nan Liujing let out a cold sneer through his nostrils: “No. I said I would torture you slowly. How about I just renew the course for five years?”

Shen Jia-Li didn’t have the strength to bicker with him, and slowly closed his eyes. After waiting a long time for Shen Jia-Li’s response, Nan Liujing turned his head and looked. The car just happened to pass by the art center, and the faint gradient purple lights cast a contour line on Shen Jia-Li’s face, tracing the rise and fall of his brows, eyes, and high nose bridge. The shadow cast by his long eyelashes was also distinct.

The Q-version little strawberry sticker was still stuck between his eyebrows; he had forgotten to take it off—round and chubby.

Why keep it stuck on? Who is he trying to act cute for?

Nan Liujing raised his hand, wanting to shake Shen Jia-Li awake and tell him to tear off that eyesore strawberry. His hand stopped in mid-air. After a long while, he pulled it back silently, his sharp, sword-like eyebrows gradually relaxing into a beautiful arc.

Forget it, let it stay. Let’s see how long he can keep it on.

It was already seven o’clock in the evening when they returned home.

Although seven o’clock was dinner time for other families, Shen Jia-Li’s only thought was: Must get to bed. A lazy, salted-fish soul must prioritize comfort above all else.

He had just pulled out his pajamas and was preparing to take a shower when he bumped head-on into a tall man. Shen Jia-Li subconsciously shifted his gaze, not wanting his mood to be affected by the man’s countenance. Although the man was sitting in a wheelchair, judging by the width of his shoulders and the proportion of his leg length, a conservative estimate would put him at over 190cm, so describing him as tall was by no means an exaggeration.

Nan Liujing entered the room as if he were entering his own, sitting before the table and opening his computer.

“Why are you in my room?” Shen Jia-Li eyed his back, his tone unfriendly.

“Of this whole house, does a single floor tile belong to you?” Nan Liujing put on his glasses, which obscured some of his overbearing momentum; the delicate platinum-rimmed glasses added a touch of scholarly elegance to him.

But the words that came out of his mouth were not scholarly at all.

Shen Jia-Li clenched his little fists. He hated—hated those capitalist bosses who inflated housing prices. But he was not convinced: “I have savings; buying a floor tile from you would be more than enough.” Buying two might not be enough, he added silently in his heart.

Nan Liujing had no interest in his pittance of savings. He tapped his finger lightly on the table: “Come over and sit. Draw what you learned in class today for me to see again.”

Shen Jia-Li couldn’t understand. A monkey could learn to draw better than him after two days, so what exactly did Nan Liujing admire about his work? And why did he have to look at it again? He slumped onto the headboard, his eyes lowered, his weak voice sounding like floating particles in the air: “If you are not satisfied with the plans I proposed earlier, I can research other ‘Ten Great Tortures’ for you, but drawing? Impossible.”

Nan Liujing glanced at his watch and said distractedly: “Drawing, or preparing dinner—pick one. If you pick neither, Uncle Li will be up shortly to persuade you.”

Shen Jia-Li never would have expected that he, a person who didn’t even care about life or death, would be held so firmly in check by Uncle Li. After a century passed, Shen Jia-Li rose gloomily, took the painting set given by Seven Colors Flower, and sat before the table…

The sound of news broadcasting came from the computer. It had to be said that Nan Liujing was really old-fashioned who would have thought a young man these days would watch the News Broadcast.

“What did the teacher teach today?” Nan Liujing asked. Although he had watched the entire broadcast, he needed to hear Shen Jia-Li repeat the whole thing; if he didn’t, he could reasonably pin the label “wasting money by not listening” on him.

Shen Jia-Li had no idea what the teacher taught. During the class, his soul had fled, leaving only a shell sitting there.

“The teacher taught… caterpillars are striped.” He used a black watercolor pen to draw a long line on the paper.

“Then she taught, the caterpillar envies… envies…” He couldn’t remember.

He cycled through “envy” countless times, like a jammed cassette tape.

At this moment, the news reporter’s crisp, loud voice suddenly came through: “Today, the southern regions of our country ushered in heavy rainfall as a typhoon landed inland, causing damage to many houses and two people are missing. However, the Phoenix Manor, located in the center of the typhoon, stands as firm as a rock, without suffering any damage. Let’s connect to the reporter on the front line.”

Then, the whistling wind and heavy rain sounds came through the computer. The reporter shouted at the top of their lungs:

“I am currently standing at the entrance of Phoenix Manor! According to expert explanations, the unique triangular design in the cemetery formed the most stable structure! Although many customers have reflected in the past that it is extremely inconvenient to come and go, this time…”

Shen Jia-Li had no heart to listen further to what was said later. The joy in his heart was like a pebble thrown into a lake, the ripples expanding in circles.

A cemetery that is impossible to enter or leave, extremely inconvenient?

If one day he also had the opportunity to lie in such a fully enclosed tomb, wouldn’t it mean no one could ever harass him again? And there would be no need to listen to those insincere mourners babbling prayers.

How… refreshing…

“Envy what?” Nan Liujing’s cold, impatient voice cut into Shen Jia-Li’s fantasy.

“Envy, that big mansion that you can’t get in or out of…” Shen Jia-Li muttered, looking at the photo of the cemetery on the screen.

Nan Liujing looked over, astonished.

The reflection of the screen cast a gleaming blue light on the tip of his nose, painting starlight across his pupils. The strangest thing was that as he looked at the photo of the cemetery, a faint smile containing a hint of expectation appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Nan Liujing: …?