Little Sweet O Transmigrates Into the Body of the Villainous Fake Young Master - Chapter 13

The moment he drew close, Teng Yingzhi was instantly reminded of his ruined painting. Terrified that He Ji might flip over the cake he had so painstakingly made, he took two steps back to open up some distance.

This movement looked like an admission of weakness. He Ji sneered. He knew all too well how Teng Yingzhi loved to play make-believe, always acting like the victim in front of others only to turn around and smear dirt on him.

But since they were currently standing right outside their eldest brother’s door, He Ji didn’t want to make a scene and displease Teng Song.

“You aren’t the only one living here,” Teng Yingzhi finally shot back.

He Ji didn’t bother arguing with him. Instead, a malicious smile slowly curled onto his face, and he knocked loudly on the door.

A few seconds later, the doorknob turned. The door opened to reveal Shu Di’s expressionless, elegant face, her voice carrying a slight chill. “Young Master He Ji, whether you have business or not, please do not come back to disturb Mr. Teng.”

“I know. It was Yingzhi who knocked. I tried to stop him just now, but Yingzhi insisted on coming over.” He Ji’s voice became much tamer, completely devoid of the arrogance he displayed when facing Teng Yingzhi.

Teng Yingzhi grumbled silently to himself. When reading the comic, he had thought He Ji’s manipulative “fight tea with tea” tactics were quite satisfying. But experiencing the face-flipping in person just made his chest tighten with frustration.

Shu Di opened the door a bit wider, and only then did she spot Teng Yingzhi standing a short distance away. Before she could speak, Teng Song’s deeply authoritative voice echoed from within the room, “Let Yingzhi in.”

Shu Di immediately threw the door wide open, her posture entirely respectful.

He Ji froze, completely forgetting to hide his disbelief and hatred as he stared at Teng Yingzhi.

If Teng Yingzhi had a little tail right now, it would be wagging happily. Holding the cake, he walked into the room, purposefully shrugging his shoulders at He Ji as he passed him. He decided to give He Ji a taste of his own medicine. After all, Big Brother didn’t want people disturbing him, but he clearly didn’t think Teng Yingzhi’s presence was a disturbance at all.

The moment Shu Di closed the door, Teng Yingzhi’s cheerful voice slipped through the closing crack, “Brother, I brought you some dessert.”

Shut outside the door, He Ji looked bewildered, the expressions shifting rapidly across his face as if he still couldn’t figure out what had just happened.

When he had been forced to kneel as punishment before, he hadn’t felt that his eldest brother was favoring Teng Yingzhi. He thought it was because he hadn’t handled things well, and since he hadn’t expected Big Brother to come home early, he hadn’t thought things through. Being caught red-handed and forced to kneel for a long time was perfectly reasonable. Even if it hadn’t been Teng Yingzhi who got hurt, Big Brother would have punished him all the same.

But what was with just now? It would be one thing if Teng Yingzhi actually had important business, but he had clearly just come to deliver a dessert, yet Big Brother hadn’t allowed his assistant to kick him out.

Something was wrong.

He Ji racked his brain trying to remember his past life. He couldn’t have remembered it wrong. Big Brother had always been distant. Even when he showed up on New Year’s Eve, he wouldn’t spare Teng Yingzhi a second glance. In Big Brother’s eyes, he and Teng Yingzhi held the exact same status, both completely insignificant.

Thinking of this, he glared resentfully at the closed door once more. In this life, he would absolutely never lose to Teng Yingzhi again.

He would definitely become the younger brother Big Brother actually acknowledged.

Inside the study, Teng Song was handling official business behind a massive desk. He would be staying at the manor for the next few days, so Shu Di brought over any documents that required offline processing. Right now, his signing pen didn’t pause for a second, nor did he look up from his paperwork. He merely offered a faint grunt in response to Teng Yingzhi.

Shu Di stepped forward to take the documents he had finished signing. Seeing that the paperwork was nearly done, she finally took a breath and spoke up, “Director Chang asked me to pass along a message. Regarding the case discussed during the last project team meeting, he wants to raise the earnest money to sixty million.”

Teng Song’s indifferent expression didn’t change at all as he skimmed the papers. “If he needs me to make a decision on such a trivial matter, tell him not to pass along messages anymore. Next time, have him send his resignation letter through you instead.”

Shu Di replied, “Director Chang just wanted me to test the waters and see if you are willing to let him pursue this case.”

“If he wants to pursue it, he can pursue it. If forty million can’t knock open their door, he raises it to sixty million. If that still doesn’t work, how much higher does he want to go? Is he negotiating a partnership or a hostile takeover?” That said, Chang Le’s persistence seemed to pique a tiny bit of his interest. He opened the office messaging system and pinged him directly, telling him to send over the project materials.

Chang Le replied almost instantly, sending the files over with a snap, followed by a barrage of pleading messages.

Teng Song didn’t look through them right away. He lowered his eyes to sign another paper and said, “Let him do what he wants. If he keeps raising the earnest money for a negotiation that can’t be settled, it’s his own face he’s losing, not mine.”

Shu Di let out a sigh of relief and smiled, immediately notifying Chang Le through the system. Consequently, Chang Le began having a mini-meltdown on Teng Song’s shared chat window.

Shu Di: [Director Chang, can you talk to Mr. Teng yourself about stuff like this in the future? Sixty million, you really have some nerve. Why do you have to make me ask about something you can decide on your own? If I ever help you again, I’ll take your last name.]

A new message popped up on Teng Song’s screen:

Director Chang: [You’re too kind, Director Shu. I’ll treat you to hotpot when I get back.]

Shu Di: “…”

Chang Le: “…” Was it too late to unsend that?

Teng Song ignored it entirely. He tossed the final signed document to Shu Di and said smoothly, “Go eat your hotpot after work.”

Shu Di had already cursed Chang Le thousands of times in her head. She hurriedly cleared the desk, gathered her documents, and fled the room, not forgetting to nod politely to Teng Yingzhi before leaving.

Only then did Teng Song look up. Seeing Teng Yingzhi still standing opposite him holding the cake, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “What are you standing there like a statue for? Do you need me to ask you to sit down?”

Teng Yingzhi walked around the desk to his side, set the cake down, and asked softly with a hint of wariness in his eyes, “What did He Ji come in for?”

Teng Song didn’t speak. He simply tossed the pen in his hand to the right. Teng Yingzhi’s eyes subconsciously followed the sound, tracing the pen as it rolled right next to a delicate plate of almond cake.

Teng Yingzhi instantly bristled. He picked his own cake back up and slammed it down directly in front of Teng Song, saying flusteredly, “Eat mine!”

As he spoke, he shoved a silver spoon into Teng Song’s hand.

He was so panicked, it was as if whoever’s dessert Teng Song ate would become his actual brother. He didn’t want Teng Song touching the one He Ji brought over at all. He added anxiously, “I made this with my own hands. His was made by the mansion’s pastry chef, it’s not the same!”

Teng Song watched him with great amusement and let out a rare laugh. He scooped up a spoonful of the cool tiramisu and ate it slowly. Knowing that the boy could only draw a sense of security from him right now, he didn’t feel like teasing him. He complied, saying, “Mm, the one you made tastes better.”

The defensive, battle-ready look in Teng Yingzhi’s eyes finally dissolved, though he still didn’t dare lower his guard completely. Eager to please, he asked, “I’ll go make some tea. Brother, what do you want to drink?”

Teng Song replied, “Coffee.”

“Alright!” Teng Yingzhi zipped off to grind coffee beans. Before long, he brought back a steaming cup of coffee and carefully placed it by Teng Song’s hand, looking like he had suddenly transformed from a younger brother into a little secretary in the office.

Teng Song offered a word of thanks, eating the cake while keeping his eyes fixed on the materials Chang Le had sent over.

Teng Yingzhi didn’t stay idle either. Right in front of Teng Song, he picked up the plate of almond cake and took a bite himself. The cream was silky and the cake base was dense and fluffy, tasting incredibly sweet. Teng Yingzhi instantly understood the intentions packed into this dessert.

Though He Ji hadn’t made it himself, he was certain He Ji had specifically instructed the pastry chef to make it extra sweet.

Big Brother liked sweets. This was the exact reason why Teng Yingzhi, the year he had first transmigrated into this world, had specially made a strawberry cake to knock on the study door. It had been a gesture mixed with cautious flattery and testing the waters.

The almond cake He Ji sent over was just like his strawberry cake from back then.

Teng Yingzhi had used a strawberry cake to exchange for the opportunity to step closer to his brother over the span of two years, earning their current closeness and his brother’s protection.

And now, He Ji was starting too…

It felt as though a seamless, solid wall was being chipped away, creating a tiny crack that would only grow wider until everything collapsed in an instant.

Teng Yingzhi felt a sour, suffocating pang in his chest. He couldn’t help but turn to look at Teng Song. “It’s so sweet.”

Teng Song was still reviewing the files and didn’t notice the dense, fragile emotions swirling in the boy’s eyes. He merely offered a casual grunt.

Filled with dejection, Teng Yingzhi wanted to leave immediately. But then he felt that if even his brother was stolen away, he would truly have nothing left. So, he waved his hand to get Teng Song’s attention, holding up the cake and saying, “I’m talking about this almond cake, it’s really sweet!”

Teng Song finally looked up at him. It wasn’t because he was drawn by the commotion, but because he noticed the scent of peach wine in the room had suddenly grown much stronger. Only then did he realize the teenager was having a little bout of moodiness.

“It’s no secret that I like sweets,” he said soothingly. Then, he noticed the scent of wine in the air grew even thicker. The boy was either very happy or even more upset. Judging by his tightly pursed lips and lacklustre eyes, it was clearly the latter.

Helpless, Teng Song spoke softly, as if coaxing a child, his tone filled with gentle indulgence, “No matter how sweet it is, I didn’t touch it while it sat there, did I?”

Teng Yingzhi finally got the answer he wanted to hear, and his heart felt much lighter. “Then I’m eating it.”

The scent of peach wine faded quite a bit, indicating he was genuinely happy now. Teng Song didn’t say anything, only shaking his head lightly. The boy’s emotions came and went so quickly, making him far too easy to coax. At this rate, someone might trick him in the future and he wouldn’t even realize it.

Teng Song went back to browsing the files, while Teng Yingzhi, whose throat was burning from the overly sweet cake, ran off to brew himself a pot of black tea.

He had originally planned to go back to his painting after delivering the dessert, but He Ji’s arrival had left him feeling uneasy. He knew his brother would eventually be taken away, but he didn’t want it to happen just yet. He slowly ate his snacks and sipped his tea nearby, secretly watching his brother’s expression. Seeing that Teng Song didn’t seem to find his presence disruptive, he decided simply not to leave.

Teng Yingzhi looked like a little dragon nesting in its territory, fiercely guarding against any villain eyeing its treasure.

He found a laptop nearby in the study. Seeing that it required a password, he looked up and asked, “Brother, what’s the password?”

“447274.” It was Teng Song’s work computer, yet he shared the password without a second thought.

While Teng Song worked, Teng Yingzhi sat nearby writing his annual academic paper.

The two didn’t disturb one another, each fully immersed in their own tasks. Every now and then, without the other knowing, they would steal a glance across the room, quietly keeping each other company through the long afternoon.

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