Little Sweet O Transmigrates Into the Body of the Villainous Fake Young Master - Chapter 10

Outside, the wind wasn’t heavy, but it was enough to scatter Teng Yingzhi’s already faint pheromones. Teng Song had to hold him almost completely against his chest to catch even a sliver of that wine fragrance when he leaned down.

Under the umbrella, their legs nearly tangled together, the quiet rustle of falling snow filling their ears.

Yingzhi found it a bit difficult to move and tried to pull away slightly. It wasn’t even raining; there was no need to huddle this close just to avoid the snow. But the moment he nudged outward, he was pulled right back by an even more dominant, unyielding force, the arm wrapped around his waist tightening significantly.

“……”

Yingzhi muttered to himself internally. Not daring to question it aloud, he simply chose to comply in silence.

Besides, it was freezing outside, and pressing against his brother was incredibly warm.

Their feet crunched rhythmically against the accumulation of snow. Teng Song’s stride was steady and powerful; for every single step he took, Yingzhi had to take two or three hurried, short ones. Every now and then, Yingzhi’s foot would slip, causing him to stumble downward, only for Teng Song to hook an arm under his waist and lift him back into a stable stance. Gradually, Yingzhi extended his hands to grip the overcoat at Teng Song’s lower back, quietly leaning into his side.

The wind and snow were entirely blocked by the black umbrella. Beneath its canopy, there were only their mismatched paces and the varying degrees of force with which they held onto each other, each driven by his own underlying purpose.

They hadn’t walked very far before Yingzhi suddenly spotted two figures approaching from a distance through the swirling snow. It was Teng Ruicheng and He Xitang. Realizing how cold it was outside, they evidently hadn’t brought He Ji along.

Yingzhi slowly came to a halt. Noticing this, Teng Song stopped as well. He looked as though he hadn’t even seen the approaching couple—or rather, even if he had, he had never intended to stop for them.

“Are you two heading out?” Seeing them stop, Ruicheng and He Xitang quickly quickened their pace under their umbrella and hurried over.

“Is there something?” Teng Song’s eyes were dark and bottomless.

He looked to be in a rather poor mood, his tone entirely flat, leaving He Xitang too intimidated to speak.

Ruicheng said, “Ah, yes, we were just heading over to find you. In a few days, it’ll be…”

“If there’s something, wait.” Teng Song’s voice was cold and rigid, his attitude thoroughly impatient. Without letting Ruicheng finish, he cut him off bluntly and immediately guided Yingzhi away.

Yingzhi was practically dragged along, taking a good moment to recover his wits and stumble back into step beside him.

Turning his head to look back, he saw his parents standing awkwardly on the path. Only after the two brothers had walked a significant distance away did the couple turn to enter Yingzhi’s villa, intending to wait for Teng Song’s return.

Upon entering the garage, Teng Song went straight to the passenger side. Uncertain of whether his current state was fit for driving, he pinched the bridge of his nose and said to Yingzhi, “You drive.”

Yingzhi blanked. “Huh? Brother, I only got my driver’s license over the summer break.”

Teng Song scoffed. “When you went drag racing on the mountain roads with that group of wealthy heirs back in high school, why didn’t you care about a license then?”

“Fine, I’ll drive. Just don’t complain that I’m too slow,” Yingzhi muttered, pulling open the door to get in. He grumbled internally—that drag racing was done by the original host, not me…

Yingzhi started the ignition. Fortunately, the garage was spacious enough for him to maneuver at will. After setting the navigation route, he gripped the steering wheel firmly with both hands and leaned his body slightly forward, driving with absolute, meticulous focus. From head to toe, even down to his strands of hair, he exuded the aura of a complete novice.

Watching his serious, tense little expression from the side, Teng Song unconsciously curled his lips into a silent smile, which Yingzhi completely missed. A Maybach capable of accelerating to a hundred kilometers in five seconds was reduced to a senior-citizen mobility scooter in his hands. It crawled out of the estate, and even after merging onto the public road, Yingzhi only dared to hug the right lane, driving exactly at the minimum speed limit.

Occasionally, cars would honk repeatedly before roaring past them. It wasn’t until a sports car decelerated to match their speed, and the driver rolled down the window to burst into loud laughter at them before speeding off, that Yingzhi realized he was being mocked. His cheeks instantly flushed a deep, burning crimson. He felt both irritated and embarrassed, yet he still didn’t dare press down on the gas pedal.

Teng Song’s deep, deeply indulgent voice rang out at just the right moment. “It’s a heavy snowfall. Driving slowly is safer.”

“Exactly!” Yingzhi glared at the tail lights of the car ahead. “They should be dragged back to retake their written driving test.”

Teng Song closed his eyes, resting his elbow on the window frame to support his forehead as he let out a low chuckle. The sealed space of the car cabin left the wine fragrance on Yingzhi with nowhere to dissipate. Immersed entirely within it, Teng Song’s mood grew immensely pleasant, wishing naturally that Yingzhi would drive as slowly as possible.

Halfway through the journey, as they drew closer to the city center, the traffic increased, but everyone was driving carefully. Moreover, with a massive Maybach taking up the middle lane, other drivers actively kept their distance out of fear of scraping it. This allowed Yingzhi to relax, gradually moving along with the flow of traffic.

He finally found a spare moment to glance at his brother in the passenger seat. Seeing him lazily keeping his eyes shut as if taking a nap, Yingzhi felt a bit guilty, wondering if his agonizingly slow driving had lulled him to sleep.

“Brother, we’re almost there. If you sleep like this, you’ll be cold when we get out of the car,” Yingzhi reminded him in a soft voice.

“Not sleeping.” Teng Song didn’t move an inch, his voice completely devoid of any grogginess. Keeping his eyes closed, he asked, “Want to listen to music?”

“No, I’m just worried you’ll catch a cold.” As they chatted, Yingzhi couldn’t help but bring up the parents still waiting in his villa. “Mom and Dad probably came to find you to discuss Second Brother’s birthday.”

“What does his birthday have to do with me?” Teng Song didn’t care in the slightest; the sentence wasn’t even framed as a question.

Indeed, there was truly no need to consult him. Any internal matter regarding the small family unit inside the estate had nothing to do with Teng Song. Even over the last two years as Yingzhi grew close to him, Teng Song had never once shown his face at Yingzhi’s birthday banquets. He merely remembered to send a birthday gift via his assistant, never physically appearing unless it happened to fall on the fourteenth of the month.

Much less for He Ji, with whom he shared absolutely no emotional foundation. Whether he was a biological brother who had been lost for twenty years was entirely irrelevant to him.

Yingzhi hesitated over whether he should advocate further. Doing so might make it look like he was deliberately complaining… After pondering for a long time until they reached their destination, he ultimately kept his mouth shut and let it drop.

After parking and stepping into the direct elevator, Teng Song draped an arm over Yingzhi’s shoulder. It wasn’t as tight as his embrace in the snow, but it still carried a restraining force that kept the boy locked firmly at his side.

The thought Yingzhi had previously suppressed came bubbling back up into his mind: Is Brother sticking to him on purpose?

In the past, he had never seen Teng Song initiate hugs and physical contact with him at every turn like this.

The phrase “hugs and physical contact” seemed to strike a sensitive nerve in Yingzhi’s mind. He made a show of adjusting his face mask, but in reality, he was lightly patting his own warming cheeks.

I’m definitely overthinking it.

Since it was the end of the year, the supermarket was far more crowded than usual. Teng Song rarely frequented such places; he found the ocean of people incredibly frustrating, as the crowd significantly diluted the wine fragrance on Yingzhi. His brows knit slightly, his hand drawing the boy even closer to his side.

Yingzhi led him straight toward the liquor section, his face growing redder by the second simply because too many people were staring at them along the way.

The passersby held varied expressions, their eyes faintly gleaming. Even from a distance, some people were standing on their tiptoes trying to sneak a glance.

Teng Song’s towering stature made him stand out like a crane among a flock of chickens wherever he went, especially with that strikingly handsome face. Had he not been holding Yingzhi tightly by his side, paired with an expression and aura that were entirely too frigid and unapproachable, he would have drawn countless men and women attempting to ask for his contact information.

“This height difference is completely elite!”

“I’m losing my mind, my knees are weak. When I read novels, the leads finally have a face!”

“The little shou is so small and cute.”

“It’s a pity he’s wearing a mask so we can’t see his face, but I saw his eyes just now. They’re incredibly adorable!”

Yingzhi overheard a good portion of the hushed, excited whispers, and the heat on his face felt ready to detonate. We are not a couple! Please stop assuming two guys holding onto each other are automatically a couple!

Yingzhi grabbed Teng Song’s hand and buried his head, sprinting toward the imported liquor section to finally escape the crowd.

He carefully snuck a glance at Teng Song, his heart filled with trepidation. In both lifetimes of the original host in the book, his secret crush on his eldest brother had been discovered by the man, triggering a domino effect of punishment. Though in the first lifetime Teng Song had merely felt disgusted and hadn’t implemented any tangible punishment—allowing the original host to continue living a luxurious life, in this second lifetime where He Ji was reborn, that secret crush was weaponized by He Ji. It led directly to the plot point where the host drugged Teng Song and tried to climb into his bed, thoroughly enraging the man.

No matter how one looked at it, Teng Song possessed absolute zero tolerance for any hidden romantic feelings from this fake younger brother. Yingzhi had no desire to enrage him ahead of schedule.

Teng Song, however, acted as though he hadn’t heard a single word of the crowd’s gossip. He simply let go of Yingzhi’s hand, then dominantly slung an arm back over his shoulder to pull him close, standing before the shelves to seriously select the peach wine.

Yingzhi silently breathed a sigh of relief.

After picking out two bottles of peach fruit wine, Yingzhi ran over to the deli section to grab a roasted chicken leg, before dragging his brother out of the supermarket in a desperate bid to escape.

On the return trip, the snow began to taper off. Teng Song drove because Yingzhi wanted to eat his chicken leg at home, terrified that if they crawled back at a snail’s pace, the meat would get cold.

When confined in the sealed space with Yingzhi, Teng Song’s emotions remained incredibly stable, yet he still drove the Maybach like a senior-citizen mobility scooter just like Yingzhi had.

Yingzhi complained structural dissatisfaction: “Brother, drive a bit faster.”

Teng Song replied unhurriedly, “If I drive too fast, I’m afraid you’ll drag me back to retake my written driving test.”

Yingzhi: “……”

“Then I’m going to eat the chicken leg right here in your car,” Yingzhi threatened.

Teng Song’s elegant brows knit slightly. Afraid that the scent of roasted chicken would mask the wine fragrance, he had no choice but to reluctantly accelerate back toward the estate.

They returned exactly as they had left, huddled together under the black umbrella as they made their way back into Yingzhi’s villa. The moment they stepped through the door, Uncle Lu took the umbrella while another servant stepped forward to take their coats. Sensing that something was amiss with the Young Master’s overcoat, the pocket rustling loudly with movement, the servant reached in and pulled out a still-warm roasted chicken leg wrapped in a shopping bag.

Both Yingzhi and the servant froze in a wave of sudden awkwardness. Yingzhi reached out to snatch it back, wanting to sprint to the kitchen to eat his chicken leg and continue making the dessert.

However, in the main hall, Teng Ruicheng and He Xitang had been waiting all this time for Teng Song to return. The moment they saw him enter, they immediately stood up.

Without turning his gaze, Teng Song sat down on the sofa directly opposite the couple. Before they could even speak, he commanded flatly, “Yingzhi, come here.”

The words the couple had prepared were instantly blocked back down their throats, leaving them with no choice but to wait for Teng Song to initiate the conversation.

Yingzhi’s retreating figure froze. Holding the chicken leg, he stood bewildered for a few seconds before slowly walking over to sit beside him. He had deliberately stuffed the chicken leg into his pocket to keep it warm; if he waited for them to finish their discussion, wouldn’t it be entirely cold?

Teng Song seemed to read his mind, adding in a measured tone, “Just eat it right here. It’s not like anyone is forbidding you from eating.”

“……”

Yingzhi lowered his head. He knew exactly what his parents had come to discuss. Sitting here eating a chicken leg while listening to them talk was going to be completely, agonizingly awkward!