Do Villains Have to Be Heartthrobs Too? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 4

“Cannot scratch. It is itchy.”

Yun Zhiqiu nodded, feeling a sense of relief; his younger brother was finally growing up.

After passing a few traffic lights, they soon arrived at the villa complex closest to the school. Yun Zhiqiu had specifically purchased a property there after Yun Zhixue started high school. Only Yun Zhixue, his brother, and a housekeeper lived there; their parents did not reside in the house.

The car came to a stop. Yun Zhixue had not ridden in a car for a long time, and he struggled to open the door. He could not distinguish between the buttons for the windows and the ones for the door locks.

His slender, fair fingers pressed against a black button. His vision was obscured by the rising window. Realizing it was not the correct one, he switched to another button, causing the window to roll down.

He pressed another button, and somehow, the interior lights turned on. He quickly turned them off. After trying several more, Yun Zhixue finally realized it was the silver handle that opened the door.

By this time, Yun Zhiqiu had already stepped out of the car and walked halfway around to the passenger side. He watched his brother raising and lowering the window, thinking the boy seemed to be having quite a bit of fun. Only after letting him play for a while did he reach out, grip the door handle, and push it open.

His younger brother sat inside, cast in the shadow of Yun Zhiqiu’s figure, with not a single ray of sunlight touching him. He tilted his head back, his large, sparkling eyes looking up at his brother. His eyelashes were long and curled, and his expression held a hint of confusion, much like a kitten that had been forcefully scooped up by its owner while it was just trying to play.

Yun Zhiqiu had to admit, he found it quite adorable.

He coughed, a smile touching his eyes, and extended his left hand.

“Alright, little princess, stop playing. The soufflé Aunt Wang made is about to go cold. It will not taste good if it gets cold.”

Yun Zhixue was about to explain that he was not playing—he just did not know how to open the door—but upon hearing his brother’s next sentence, he quickly placed his hand in his brother’s palm and let it be enveloped.

Unlike Yun Zhixue’s slightly cool hands, Yun Zhiqiu’s were warm and dry. The temperature transmitted through their skin carried a sense of reassuring strength. He obediently allowed himself to be led out of the backseat, his feet landing on the smooth ground as the hem of his long dress swayed gently with his movements.

Yun Zhixue noticed his brother staring at their joined hands, seemingly lost in thought. Since he was not in a hurry, and his mind was set on the soufflé, he swung their linked hands and softly urged his brother, “Brother, the soufflé is going to get cold.”

Yun Zhiqiu snapped out of his trance, shook his head with a chuckle, and led him toward the front door. “You little glutton; if it gets cold, we will just have Aunt Wang make a new one.”

Despite saying that, his pace unconsciously quickened.

The Yun villa was elegant, with carefully manicured flowers and plants in the garden exuding a faint fragrance in the twilight. As soon as they stepped into the foyer, a warm, sweet aroma greeted them, mingled with the scent of baked goods—a blissful blend of caramelized sugar and custard. Yun Zhixue did not know how to describe the scent.

He only knew that the sweet aroma made his mouth water. His eyes brightened as he looked at Aunt Wang, who was coming out of the kitchen carrying a tray.

Aunt Wang, wearing an apron, smiled kindly. “The young master is back! The soufflé is just right. Go wash your hands quickly and come eat; it tastes best while it is hot.”

Then, he was led by Yun Zhiqiu to the washroom. Although Yun Zhixue was in a hurry, he still washed his hands carefully.

The water splashed noisily.

In truth, no matter what he did, he always did it with great sincerity. He did not care about the outcome; he was earnest throughout the entire process.

However, because he was not very clever, whenever he did anything, others would look at his beautiful little face and bright eyes with an unspoken, pitying expression, unable to bring themselves to say anything harsh.

They could only praise him.

Yun Zhixue took all these praises to heart. Because he received positive feedback regardless of what he did, he remained diligent in completing every task.

Therefore, even when the System made such unreasonable demands—requiring him to bully or kick others—he would wrinkle his face in conflict, but ultimately, he would carry them out.

However, if it was too excessive, he would remain conflicted.

After washing his hands thoroughly, he rushed out of the washroom. Yun Zhiqiu was sitting on the sofa with his phone in hand, smiling while talking to someone. Seeing his younger brother emerge and begin looking around for the soufflé, he smiled and beckoned his brother over.

Noticing that his brother’s fair hands were still damp, he naturally pulled out a tissue to dry them. Little Xue held his hands out, displaying them before him, letting him dry them with a well-behaved demeanor. Even though he was still glancing around in search of the soufflé, his eyes filled with longing, he was not angry or impatient; he was incredibly well-behaved.

After Yun Zhiqiu finished drying his hands, Yun Zhixue felt his palm being pinched a few times, which tickled.

Unhappy, he scratched back and said with a serious face, “Brother, you cannot scratch me. I am ticklish, and it is uncomfortable.”

Yun Zhiqiu laughed, feigning a pinch of his little brother’s soft, cool hand. “Oh, so Little Xue is ticklish? But your hands are so nice to touch. Whenever I am in a bad mood, touching them makes me feel better. So, Little Xue does not want to help your brother?”

Saying this, Yun Zhiqiu frowned, his expression looking somewhat pained.

“It is alright, brother. I know it is not what a good brother should do—bringing the stress of work home and making a dear younger brother console me. But I am in such a bad mood, what should I do? And yet, you did not do anything wrong; I am just feeling down.”

Yun Zhiqiu deliberately lowered his eyes, his tone carrying a faint, barely detectable disappointment, even though the strength with which he held his brother’s soft fingers clearly conveyed affection and playfulness.

Yun Zhixue was stunned by his brother’s words. He blinked his beautiful eyes, his long eyelashes casting shallow shadows beneath them. In the apocalypse, a companion’s mood was vital; negative emotions were sometimes more dangerous than monsters.

Subconsciously, he gripped his brother’s fingers, shook them gently, and spoke with an earnest, soothing tone, “Is Brother in a bad mood? Then, then you can touch them for a moment. But only for a moment, and you cannot scratch. It is itchy.”

As he said this, he pushed his hand further into Yun Zhiqiu’s palm, appearing serious and generous, yet the way his cheeks were slightly puffed out made him look unintentionally cute.

Yun Zhiqiu almost laughed out loud. How can my Little Xue be this adorable? He took the opportunity to hold his brother’s hand, his thumb gently stroking the smooth back of his hand, careful not to tickle him again.

“Mmh, thank you, Little Xue.” A genuine warmth spread through Yun Zhiqiu’s eyes. “I feel much better now. Go eat your soufflé; Aunt Wang put it in the dining room.”

Yun Zhixue’s eyes lit up, but he did not leave immediately. He observed his brother’s expression with extreme seriousness. Only when he saw that his brother was truly no longer upset did he pull his hand back and give his brother’s hand a small pat.

His hand landed on the one a size larger than his own, the difference in skin tone quite distinct. “Then whenever Brother is unhappy in the future, you can find me. I will help you.”

Yun Zhiqiu smiled brightly. “Good, Little Xue is truly Brother’s good baby.”

Yun Zhixue felt satisfied; today was another day spent diligently maintaining relationships with his peers. He pulled his hand back and, like a happy little bird, turned and ran toward the dining room, the hem of his dress swinging in a soft arc.

Yun Zhiqiu smiled as he watched Little Xue’s back. Just then, his phone, which he had left on the sofa, began to vibrate. He picked it up to check.

It was Qi Qian. The call had ended just moments ago, which meant Qi Qian had been listening to the conversation between him and Little Xue the entire time.

He felt a bit guilty toward Qi Qian. Not long ago, Little Xue had been insistently demanding to marry Qi Qian, harassing him with messages and calls, only to be harshly rebuked by him. Distraught, Little Xue had even cried and threatened to jump from a building.

They had finally managed to calm him down and get him back to school. This was the exact reason why their parents were afraid to live with Little Xue; they were terrified he would cause another scene.

Although rationally, he knew it was Little Xue’s fault and that Qi Qian had been unlucky, emotionally, he was definitely on Little Xue’s side. After all, Qi Qian had not really been harmed, and Little Xue was already changing.

He ignored the phone, set it down, and walked to the dining table, smiling as he watched Little Xue eating his second soufflé.

He reminded him, “Little Xue, you cannot have any more after finishing this one. Watch some TV to rest for a while, and save some room for dinner later.”

Yun Zhixue gave a slow, reluctant “Oh.”

Qi Qian frowned as he stared at his phone, still on the call screen. He did not know why, but on a whim, he had recorded the conversation.

“Brother, you cannot scratch me. I am ticklish, and it is uncomfortable.”

“Is Brother in a bad mood? Then, then you can touch them for a moment. But only for a moment, and you cannot scratch. It is itchy.”

“Then whenever Brother is unhappy in the future, you can find me. I will help you.”

When did Yun Zhixue become so well-behaved? He had always been someone who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Moreover, the way he spoke so softly—he was probably just being intentional because he knew he was on the phone with Yun Zhiqiu.

He let out a cold snort. As expected, still just as unscrupulous and reckless.

Thinking this, he replayed the recording. The voice was just a bit pleasant and sweet; it was nothing special, he thought, his face remaining cold.

Yun Zhixue was eating with extra care, taking small, slow bites, the corners of his mouth curling up unconsciously.

The System sighed gloomily in Yun Zhixue’s mind: “Little Xue, is the soufflé good?”

Yun Zhixue nodded firmly in his heart: “It is delicious! Especially good!” After a pause, he added, feeling a bit guilty: “The task, I will work hard to complete the next one.”

System: “Forget it, just eat for now.”

The System curled into a ball and thought silently: Where did I go wrong? All the steps were correct, so why is the rating so low? I did not even get a passing grade. As it watched its host eating so happily, the System felt a sorrow the host could not understand.

If things went on like this, would the first world task end in failure? If that happened, its points—and the skin it had its eye on—would all fly away.

No, no, the System shook its head urgently. I cannot give up.

Believe in yourself! Believe in the host!

It opened the novel to study again. The second task was tonight! Send a photo to seduce the main character, the gong, Qi Qian. It was so simple! It was just sending a photo! They would definitely succeed! Go for it!

After dinner, Yun Zhixue curled up on the sofa to watch TV for a while. Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, it was nine o’clock. Yun Zhiqiu pressed pause, leaving the screen frozen on a scene where Lazy Sheep was being captured by Grey Wolf.

“It is nine o’clock. Time to bathe and go to bed.”

Yun Zhixue turned his head and looked at his brother with a pitiful expression. Yun Zhiqiu remained unmoved, so Yun Zhixue quickly moved closer, shaking his brother’s arm to act coquettishly.

“Brother, just this one episode; there is only a tiny bit left.”

“I will bathe and go to sleep as soon as this little bit is over.”

His other hand secretly reached for the remote in his brother’s hand.

Just as Yun Zhixue was about to reach it, Yun Zhiqiu lifted his hand slightly, causing Yun Zhixue to miss. Dejected, he clung to his brother’s arm.

“Acting cute will not work,” Yun Zhiqiu said, using his free hand to pinch his younger brother’s soft cheek. “You have school tomorrow. If you keep watching, you will just be reluctant to get out of bed again in the morning.”

Yun Zhixue puffed out his cheeks, tilted his head up, and opened his eyes wide, blinking them incessantly. His long eyelashes fluttered; this was his little trick.

Back in the apocalypse, every time he wanted to do something that his friends did not allow, he would just widen his eyes and blink, and his friends would always compromise.

Sure enough, his brother pinched his cheek again, albeit gently. “You and your acting cute. Fine, just this one episode.”

Yun Zhixue immediately sat up straight, assuming an expression of “I am watching the TV very seriously,” though the secretly upturned corners of his mouth betrayed his triumph. He hummed a soft, proud laugh inside; he knew it—no one could resist his charm.

Yun Zhiqiu looked at his profile as he stared intensely at the screen, his heart softening. How is he so easy to coax?

The cartoon was short and ended quickly. Yun Zhixue let out a small, satisfied yawn, a tiny bit of physiological tear welling up in the corner of his eye.

He rubbed his eyes and lingered on the sofa, hugging his knees for a few minutes before his brother urged him to head upstairs to bathe and sleep.

Yun Zhixue’s bedroom was on the second floor, decorated in an exquisite and comfortable style with soft off-white and pale blue tones. Beyond the massive floor-to-ceiling windows was a small balcony, offering a view of the garden at night.

Wearing a pale pink nightdress, he stepped out of the bathroom and rolled into bed.

It was then that the System spoke gloomily: “Little Xue, you have eaten and rested; it is time to get to work.”

Yun Zhixue paused, a bad premonition rising in his heart: “What work?”

The System pulled up the task panel and spoke in a crisp, clear voice: “Daily Task Two: Send a ‘carefully prepared’ selfie to the main character, Qi Qian, and engage in verbal harassment to increase his disgust level. (One of the original host’s common tactics—persistently trying despite repeated failures.)”

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