After the Sang-Style Beauty Married the Disabled Villain [Transmigration] - Chapter 8

Today, the weather is beautiful sunny but not too hot, with a gentle breeze rustling the branches. Nan Liujing usually picks two random days a week as rest days; since tomorrow is Shen Lanqing’s birthday, he has taken the entire weekend off.

He sat at the dining table with a finance magazine spread out. His dark gray robe partially concealed silk ink-blue pajamas, and his slightly open collar revealed a glimpse of pale collarbone and firm chest muscles. Beside the dining room, massive floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the thousand-acre gardens, perfect for relaxing.

Before long, Shen Jiali was dragged downstairs by Uncle Li to eat breakfast. The moment Nan Liujing saw this sickly man, his mood soured. Every time they met, Shen Jiali kept his head down; Nan Liujing began to wonder if the boy had ever actually seen his face.

Shen Jiali was forced into the chair opposite Nan Liujing. As soon as he sat, he started dozing off, his head nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

“Look up,” Nan Liujing said, his voice cold and commanding.

Shen Jiali was already irritable from waking up early. Being forced to face what he assumed was a “hideously ugly” face didn’t help. He looked up lethargically, gazing out at the gardens. “Good morning, good afternoon, good night. I wish you health and no worries.”

Nan Liujing: “…” You can’t say he lacks manners since he greeted me, but I can’t find a reason to explode.

He stared at Shen Jiali. The boy’s wide pajamas had slipped, revealing a sliver of snow-white shoulder, and the sunlight turned his eyelashes a faint gold. Nan Liujing thought that if Shen Jiali kept up this attitude, it would be hard to find “crimes” to add to his marriage retraction plan.

He pushed a plate of boiled shrimp toward Shen Jiali. “Peel these for me. We have important things to do after breakfast.”

Looking at the shrimp, Shen Jiali felt numb. Why do shrimp have shells? Since they’re going to be eaten anyway, why bother?

“But I…” “Don’t speak. Peel,” Nan Liujing interrupted.

Shen Jiali sighed, picked up a shrimp, and began pulling at the head and shell with zero logic or finesse. It wouldn’t come off. He was tired. He pushed the mangled shrimp back. “Just eat it like this.”

Nan Liujing sneered. “Is this how you eat shrimp?” Perfect. Evidence of insubordination.

Shen Jiali: “No.” Nan Liujing felt triumphant. At least he was honest. Then Shen Jiali continued: “I don’t peel the shells. I just eat them whole.”

Nan Liujing: “…” “Re-peel them. Until they are clean.” He gripped his cutlery, veins appearing on the back of his hand.

Shen Jiali muttered while struggling with the shell: “You’re so rich, why don’t you just fund research to breed a shrimp that doesn’t grow a shell?”

A moment later, a tattered piece of shrimp meat was presented. Nan Liujing, satisfied that he had “won,” chewed the meat elegantly. Suddenly, Uncle Li came downstairs. “Mr. Shen, the pipes are fixed. You can wash your hands and face now.”

Nan Liujing’s face darkened. “You didn’t wash your hands.” Shen Jiali rose heavily. “Mhm. I’m going now.”

Nan Liujing immediately began an infinite mouth-rinsing session with a glass of water. Conservatively, he estimated he had just ingested 800,000 bacteria.

The Birthday Gift

After freshening up, Nan Liujing lost his appetite and talked with Uncle Li while drinking coffee.

“Master, the SSC dealer called. The Tuatara you ordered has cleared customs. They asked if you want to pick it up today.” “Pick it up. Buy a large gift box and velvet packaging as well.”

Shen Jiali listened silently. A Tuatara… tens of millions of yuan. Only five in the country. This had to be the gift for Shen Lanqing.

Uncle Li asked Shen Jiali: “Mr. Shen, tomorrow is Young Master Lanqing’s birthday. Have you prepared a gift?” “No,” Shen Jiali said matter-of-factly. “I’ll just send a Red Envelope.” He’s rich; he doesn’t need more junk to gather dust. Cash is more practical.

“The gift isn’t about the price, but the thought,” Uncle Li began to lecture. “Young Master Lanqing will be so happy to see his brother—” “I’m going to buy it now,” Shen Jiali said, his face a “mask of pain.” Stop preaching.

The Mall and the “Baby”

Shen Jiali headed to the mall. The sun made him dizzy, and his legs felt like they were stepping on cotton. At the entrance, a gym promoter tried to give him a flyer.

“You’re so thin, a gust of wind could blow you away. Do you have someone you like? Girls like strong, masculine men for security. Leave your number, our trainers—”

Hearing “too thin,” Shen Jiali looked at him. “Is this a new way to hit on people and ask for contact info?” Promoter: “…” He lost the desire to speak and gestured for Shen Jiali to enter.

Inside, Shen Jiali used the phrase “If you want my number, just say so” to successfully filter out every salesperson. He sat on a bench to rub his aching legs.

A young girl was setting up a display for a “mini-educational toy” store nearby. She looked nervous. The toy set featured two small foreign baby dolls. You used a wet wipe to “clean” the baby’s face, which made it “wake up.” Then you fed it, and when it “cried,” you put a diaper on it. The water from the baby would dissolve the diaper’s outer layer to reveal… a cheap plastic bracelet inside.

Onlookers: “That’s disgusting! Who would design this? What a brain-dead toy.” They left in a huff.

The girl was on the verge of tears. Shen Jiali, however, watched intently. “And then?” he asked. The girl brightened. “Then you can wear the bracelet. Would you like to buy a set? It’s… very fun.” Shen Jiali: “Where do I pay?”

The “Idiot” on the Phone

Carrying the beautifully wrapped baby toy, Shen Jiali forgot why he had come to the mall in the first place. His phone rang. Caller ID: Idiot No. 18. He tried to ignore it, but the ringing attracted too much attention from the crowd.

He answered in a quiet corner. “Sister-in-law! It’s me, Feiyao.” It was the protagonist gong, Nan Feiyao.

“Where are you? Is it convenient to meet?” His tone was unusually polite. Shen Jiali: “No. I used the toilet before I left the house.”

Nan Feiyao ignored the snub. “I hear noise. Are you out? I’m nearby. I’ll come to you. What’s your address?” Shen Jiali: “I haven’t left the solar system yet.”

“Are you near RT-Mart? I think I see you. I’m right across from you.”

The Cafe

Shen Jiali and Nan Feiyao sat opposite each other. “Sister-in-law…” Nan Feiyao looked troubled, his fingers clenching. He looked young and clean in his striped shirt—a perfect match for the “pure” Shen Lanqing.

Shen Jiali closed his eyes, intending to fall asleep during the hesitation.

“Sister-in-law, I…” Nan Feiyao finally spoke, his handsome face clouded with worry. “I actually have something I need your help with.”