Little Sweet O Transmigrates Into the Body of the Villainous Fake Young Master - Chapter 11

Teng Yingzhi wanted to run, but the person beside him clearly wouldn’t let him.

Keeping his head down and avoiding looking at the couple opposite them, he simply acted as if he knew nothing, slowly opening the paper bag to focus entirely on eating his chicken leg.

Uncle Lu served the black tea as usual, while presenting Yingzhi with a pot of freshly brewed red bean milk tea.

The scent of the roasted chicken leg wasn’t overwhelming, but as expected, it mingled with the wine fragrance on Yingzhi, causing Teng Song to frown unconsciously. Extending two fingers against the table, he pushed the black tea away and gestured for Lu to open the newly purchased peach wine.

Shortly after leaving, Uncle Lu returned bearing a glass of peach wine, placing it respectfully by Teng Song’s hand.

Teng Song took a sip. The alcohol content was incredibly faint, dominated heavily by the scent of peach. It bore little resemblance to the fragrance diffusing from Yingzhi; the peach-wine scent on the boy possessed a much heavier note of liquor. Draining the entire glass yielded no effect, proving conclusively that it had nothing to do with the scent profile, if it wasn’t the exact wine fragrance from Yingzhi’s body, it simply wouldn’t work.

The youth sat quietly at his side gnawing on the chicken leg. Teng Song turned his head to look at him, reaching out to pat his fluffy, soft head, almost as if attempting to coax some of the scent out.

The couple opposite them had waited for a long time and were on the verge of losing their patience, yet neither dared to initiate the conversation.

Finally, Teng Song set his glass down. The base of the glass clicked sharply against the table, a momentary flicker of a ruler’s absolute arrogance leaking out. “Speak.”

Teng Ruicheng quickly spoke up: “It’s like this. The twenty-first is Xiao Ji’s birthday. We discussed it last night and want to hold a birthday banquet for him here at home. Since it’s his twentieth, it definitely needs to be grand. The child was just brought back, so we want to use this opportunity to officially introduce his identity to the outside world.”

“Isn’t the twenty-first Yingzhi’s birthday?” Teng Song noted indifferently.

He Xitang sneaked a glance at Yingzhi, who hadn’t lifted his head once. “We checked the records previously. Yingzhi was born later; his actual birth occurred in the early hours of the twenty-second. Xiao Ji is the one born on the twenty-first. Now that Xiao Ji is back, Yingzhi’s birthday should be shifted back by one day. For a milestone twentieth birthday, it’s better to host them separately.”

Ruicheng evidently agreed with this arrangement, but knowing it would slightly wrong Yingzhi, he merely nodded awkwardly from the side.

Yingzhi kept his head lowered, showing no reaction. He had long known this would happen; moving forward, his birthday would always be shifted to the twenty-second. That was indeed the original host’s true birthday, but it wasn’t his—his own birthday was the twenty-first. Hearing it now, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness. Knowing perfectly well that anything he said or did would be futile, he chose to play deaf and dumb.

In any case, he wouldn’t have many opportunities to celebrate birthdays in the future anyway.

In the eyes of most people, everything he currently possessed was due to him robbing He Ji for the first twenty years of his life. He was inherently expected to feel a sense of debt toward He Ji, so yielding a birthday was only natural. If he truly fought over it, no one would think he was in the right.

His silence was fully observed by Teng Song, and the disappointment in the boy’s eyes did not escape him either. He voiced a question: “Yingzhi has no objections?”

Suddenly named, Yingzhi’s spine stiffened. Afraid that he wouldn’t mask his emotions properly if discovered, he neither raised his head nor made a sound, merely shaking his head lightly.

An instant wave of profound displeasure swamped Teng Song’s eyes, his entire tone shifting. “Since no one has any objections, handle your private family matters however you see fit. There is no need to deliberately come and ask me.”

He Xitang secretly nudged Ruicheng’s waist, prompting him to speak. Ruicheng let out two coughs to mask his embarrassment. “You normally leave on the twentieth. Could you stay an extra day this time? Xiao Ji is your biological brother, and this is his first time celebrating his birthday at home…”

“No time.” The chilling light in Teng Song’s eyes was practically overflowing; anyone with eyes could see his mood was thoroughly foul.

Interrupting before the request was even finished, Ruicheng didn’t dare continue.

The couple had truly considered every single angle for He Ji’s benefit. If Mr. Teng could make a public appearance at He Ji’s birthday banquet, it would seamlessly elevate He Ji’s status. No one would dare look down on this young master who had been recovered halfway through life.

Yet they hadn’t given a single thought to the kind of gossip Yingzhi, the fake young master, would suffer. Having been Mr. Teng’s ‘biological brother’ for twenty years, he had never once seen Mr. Teng take the time to say happy birthday to him in person.

One true, one fake. The true one possessed Mr. Teng’s favor, while the fake one was fake to the core, even his surname was stolen.

Disregarding outsiders, how would the young masters and ladies of the extended family branches view Yingzhi from now on?

“Since the birthday is changed, should the surname be changed altogether as well?” Teng Song’s voice was as cold as forged iron, his aura heavily weighted.

Since He Ji had been recognized back into the family, changing his surname back was only proper. Ruicheng was just about to nod when he felt another sharp nudge against his lower back. Turning his head subtly, he saw He Xitang’s face drained of color as she gave him a minute shake of her head.

Ruicheng couldn’t see the wider picture and thought of matters very simply, whereas He Xitang was already breaking into a cold sweat merely looking at Mr. Teng’s expression.

This wasn’t a suggestion from Mr. Teng; it was blatant mockery directed at the two of them.

He Ji changing his surname to Teng meant Yingzhi would change his to He. He Xitang possessed enough self-awareness to have never even considered this matter. Even if a change were to happen, it was impossible to force it on Yingzhi—otherwise, wouldn’t it be an open declaration to the outside world that they had thrown Yingzhi out of the house? Mr. Teng had already made his stance clear. If they truly enforced a change, forget Mr. Teng, the old patriarch himself would be entirely infuriated. They would be lucky if the old man didn’t flay them alive.

Ruicheng finally caught on, waving his hands frantically. “No, no, no, that is absolutely unnecessary.”

Teng Song turned his head toward Yingzhi, who was still sitting foolishly at the side. “What were you about to go do just now? Go ahead, your presence isn’t required here.”

“Okay…” The atmosphere was growing increasingly rigid, and Yingzhi had wanted to flee long ago. Hearing this, he immediately stood up and ran toward the kitchen.

Only after walking away did the realization slowly hit him. Had he been driven away by his brother?

Because his birthday had just been snatched away, yet he had remained silent and complicit, refusing to fight for himself at all, showing himself to be weak, cowardly, and afraid of trouble. Just yesterday he had promised his brother he would strike back if bullied, yet today when the bullying landed directly on his face, he showed no reaction whatsoever.

Yingzhi let out a heavy sigh. He knew perfectly well that his brother preferred He Ji’s resilient, unyielding nature and disliked the cowardice and docility he displayed. Continual behavior like this would only push his brother further away, but he had no idea how to navigate this under the constraints of the plot.

Should he have argued fiercely with his parents just now? If he had spoken up, his brother definitely would have backed him, altering the subsequent narrative trajectory and triggering a timeline glitch-back…

It was an absolute dead end.

Tossing the chicken bone away, he thoroughly washed his hands, preparing to finish the dessert as quickly as possible and deposit it into the refrigerator to chill. He hoped that upon eating a delicious cake, his brother’s mood might improve slightly.

Teng Song’s mood was indeed thoroughly foul right now. With Yingzhi’s departure, the restless rage in his eyes grew increasingly distinct.

The atmosphere in the main hall was entirely frozen and rigid.

Teng Song looked at the couple opposite him, his deep eyes packed with raw fury as he barked an icy rebuke: “You two fools can’t even handle a minor matter without throwing the entire household into chaos. If you are this eager to sever ties with Yingzhi, then the three of you can pack up, get out of here, and establish your own independent household!”

Ruicheng froze in absolute terror, while He Xitang’s heart pounded wildly, layers of cold sweat drenching her palms and back.

“This… how is this severing ties with Yingzhi? We have never thought of such a thing!” Ruicheng defended himself frantically. He truly hadn’t thought of it that way. Although He Ji’s return had caused Yingzhi to suffer some grievances, he viewed it as an unavoidable circumstance, firmly believing the two children would get along fine once more time had passed.

From beginning to end, he had never once entertained the thought of abandoning Yingzhi. After twenty years, one would develop deep affection even for a raised cat or dog, let alone a child who had grown up at their side, knowing how to act spoiled and remain thoroughly obedient.

Feeling entirely wronged, Ruicheng’s aged face flushed a deep crimson. “You… how can you say such things?”

“Indeed, Mr. Teng, we have simply considered matters a bit more from Xiao Ji’s perspective. But you must also consider that the child drifted outside for so many years, enduring so much suffering… You don’t have children of your own yet, so naturally you cannot sympathize with the feelings of parents seeing their child suffer.” He Xitang didn’t dare lock eyes with Teng Song’s frigid gaze, but her mouth refused to back down.

To their absolute terror, what answered her was an explosion of rage Teng Song could no longer suppress: “Shut your mouth!”

The couple shattered under the impact of the shout, their expressions filled with sheer dread. Teng Song had been deep and composed since childhood, raised directly at the old patriarch’s side. By the age of six or seven, he already mastered the art of concealing his emotions, leaving nothing discernible on his face. This was the first time they had ever witnessed Teng Song lose absolute control, his eyes entirely filled with murderous intent.

Even Yingzhi, buried deep within the kitchen, let out a violent flinch at the sound of the roar, the dessert mold slipping from his hand and clattering loudly onto the floor.

Unaware of what was happening in the main hall, Yingzhi was thoroughly infected by the oppressive aura, his heart thumping with anxiety. Picking up the mold and setting it aside, he couldn’t resist slipping out of the kitchen to hide in the hallway just outside the hall, wanting to hear what exactly was going on to make his brother this furious.

Teng Song’s voice rang out again, dark and layered with unyielding malice. “His suffering outside—was it caused by Yingzhi? What does it have to do with Yingzhi that you two put on this miserable display to force him to swallow this insult! You wanted to bring He Ji back, yet first you failed to clarify He Ji’s attitude toward Yingzhi, and second you failed to consider what Yingzhi’s state of mind would be after such a massive upheaval in his parentage. You rushed blindly to bring the person into the house, triggering this entire sequence of disasters. You can’t even handle a minor matter of this scale smoothly, yet you have the face to stand before me and speak of this!”

Ruicheng had never analyzed the problem from such an angle before. Now that Teng Song had hurled these facts directly into his face, a wave of genuine shame washed over him. “It is indeed our lack of consideration…”

He Xitang was terrified to the point of barely daring to breathe, sitting entirely frozen in her seat, not daring to utter another syllable regarding He Ji.

She feared that because of their biased handling of the situation, Mr. Teng would grow to extend his aversion to He Ji as well.

“Since you know it, get the hell out. Stop hovering in front of me!” Impatiente, Teng Song reached out to pour a glass of peach wine. “If this matter isn’t resolved properly, and I see He Ji target Yingzhi in any capacity moving forward, I will personally handle it myself. Between the two of them, one is bound to make your hearts ache.”

The threat embedded within the statement was practically laid bare, leaving He Xitang’s face entirely pale.

Ruicheng didn’t dare, nor did he possess the face to say anything further. With the order to leave explicitly delivered, he quickly stood up and dragged He Xitang away, exiting the villa looking thoroughly disgraced.

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