Marrying the Scumbag Gong’s Villainous Older Brother [Transmigration] - Chapter 12

The fact that Yan Jingxun had not come to find him for the past two days was indeed a rare occurrence for Shen Bohan.

In the past, let alone two days, that person would not have been able to stand even a single day without contact. Yan Jingxun truly loved him to an extreme. Otherwise, with his honest and simple personality, how could he have gritted his teeth and gone to a nightclub to find him?

Admittedly, what Shen Bohan had done two days ago was indeed not quite right. At the very least, when Lin Li and the others were humiliating Yan Jingxun, he should have stood up and spoken for him, even if he had already broken up with him out of boredom…

If he had defended Yan Jingxun even slightly, the subsequent video incident would not have happened. But at that time, he was truly too annoyed by this person.

Thinking of how Yan Jingxun always acted like a “submissive wife” in front of him, allowing himself to be slaughtered, and that humble, cautious look in his eyes whenever he looked at him, Shen Bohan felt a sense of disgust.

However, when Yan Jingxun clung to him, doing everything to please him and refusing to be driven away, it also caused Shen Bohan’s self-confidence and self-esteem to skyrocket. This, in turn, made him want to treat the youth even more maliciously… after all, Yan Jingxun would never leave.

That’s right. Thinking of this, Shen Bohan was already certain that this was just another form of “playing hard to get.”

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? Why was he in the brightest and most conspicuous cake shop on the commercial street, and why did Hu Xiaopeng happen to see him just as he was chatting intimately with someone?

Unable to help himself, Shen Bohan carefully looked through the photo once more. He automatically ignored the tall figure in the background and focused all his attention on that handsome face.

…That’s right. Although the Yan Jingxun in the photo still looked cautious while looking at the man opposite him, he didn’t have that fawning quality he usually showed when looking at Shen Bohan.

Shen Bohan gave a light snort, his smile still carrying a trace of mockery. He closed the photo page. Seeing that no one in the group mentioned Yan Jingxun anymore, he didn’t bring it up either. Instead, he casually typed two irrelevant lines to chat and joke around with the others.

Unlike the liveliness in the group chat, Hu Xiaopeng, standing outside the cake shop, silently gripped his phone. His companion also wore a look of silent shock.

Because just now, when Yan Jingxun emerged from the shop with his cakes, the man who had been standing with his back to them finally showed his face.

The lines of his profile were distinct, his features handsome and sharp. His “peach blossom” eyes were indifferent and cold, exuding an air of frost and snow. He held an aura of natural authority without even being angry…

No matter how one looked at it, this man looked exactly like Young Master Shen’s elder brother—the eldest young master of the Shen family!

Hu Xiaopeng and his companion were not second-generation heirs with powerful backgrounds. they were just people who mixed well in the “gay circle” and the fringes of high society, possessing some connections that allowed them to cling to Shen Bohan and his group.

But the eldest young master of the Shen family was a mysterious figure who lived a secluded life and rarely made public appearances. Hu Xiaopeng had only caught a fleeting glimpse of him once at a noble banquet last year while acting as a companion for another young master.

That man’s background was illustrious, and he was clearly on a completely different level from the average “rich second generation”—even his temperament was entirely different. Therefore, after seeing him once, Hu Xiaopeng remembered him.

Later, through various channels, he inquired about that person’s identity and realized it was someone he could never hope to touch, so he had extinguished those thoughts early on.

But now, the man who looked very much like President Shen was walking ahead of Yan Jingxun, carrying two cake boxes in one hand. His tall figure was upright like a pine tree. Moving ahead of the attentive server, he used his other hand to easily push open the door of the cake shop, letting Yan Jingxun exit first.

Hu Xiaopeng squeezed his phone tightly, wishing he could crush the screen.

Over the last two days, several young masters, including Shen Bohan, had suffered because of that video and were grounded at home. But Hu Xiaopeng, who had no background and hadn’t shown his face in the video, was secretly thrilled because of their breakup.

Everyone in the circle knew he liked the second young master; Hu Xiaopeng hadn’t hidden his affection at all. Because he liked Shen Bohan so much, he was extremely jealous of Yan Jingxun. He had never hidden that jealousy either.

His persona in the circle was that of someone who dared to love and hate—straightforward and fiery. His jealousy of Yan Jingxun was real, but only Hu Xiaopeng knew that his public declaration of love for Shen Bohan was only because the second young master had the highest status and was the most handsome among that group of heirs.

But compared to the eldest young master of the Shen family… they weren’t in the same league at all. No matter how formidable the second young master was, he was still just a student. How could he compare to President Shen, who was already gradually taking power?

Furthermore, the eldest young master was taller, had longer legs, and had inherited his looks from his biological mother—he was clearly more handsome and refined. Although the second young master wasn’t bad-looking, compared to his elder brother, he lacked a certain level of composure, and his presence wasn’t nearly as commanding…

His companion asked, “Should we take a photo of this one too…?”

“Are you crazy!” Hu Xiaopeng barked through gritted teeth. Taking a candid photo of Yan Jingxun was one thing, but he didn’t dare take a direct photo of that man.

In front of the second young master, he dared to act out or use blatant schemes. But involving matters of the eldest young master… he didn’t dare. To survive in this circle, Hu Xiaopeng still possessed some wisdom. His greatest wisdom was to never treat these heirs as normal people, but to worship them like ancestors. As for the figures that even the heirs avoided, he naturally wouldn’t dare provoke them!

“Let’s observe more,” Hu Xiaopeng gnashed his teeth, his words still carrying a hint of contempt. “How can I believe that Yan Jingxun has the ability to turn around and cling to Shen Yijin?”

There must be a misunderstanding!

The restaurant Shen Yijin had chosen was in the central commercial building of the city—a rotating restaurant located on the 68th floor. Here, one could sit in place and take in all the night scenery of the city. Overall, the environment and atmosphere were excellent.

Even for the knowledgeable Jing Xun, this was the first time he had been to such a place. In the past, he couldn’t eat whatever he wanted, and it was inconvenient to go out. Now, everything was different.

While eating veal meticulously prepared by a French chef and drinking red wine of an unknown vintage, Jing Xun did not overlook the person opposite him. Truthfully, the other’s movements were so elegant that every gesture exuded a textbook example of aristocratic grace; it was impossible to ignore.

Under the lights, Shen Yijin was indeed handsome. His fingers were long with prominent joints, and his movements were polished and skillful. Even without expression, he could not hide the nobility in his every action.

The two of them dined quietly. Shen Yijin rarely spoke during the meal, which truly allowed Jing Xun to relax quite a bit. It seemed the man’s upbringing was excellent—adhering to the rule of “no talking while eating or sleeping.”

Ahem.

It seemed that on the night of their first meeting, the other party really hadn’t spoken either; there had been no communication between them… Actually, that person had been quite gentle that night.

Jing Xun recalled their brief exchange at the café earlier when the man mentioned that Jing Xun had made him feel “stable” that night. That meant that on that night, he had actually been in a state of extreme manic illness. Yet, if the other hadn’t mentioned it, Jing Xun wouldn’t have seen anything abnormal at all. The man had even been considerate of his feelings. Regardless of the process or the aftermath, Jing Xun hadn’t felt excessive discomfort.

Could a person like this… really be that scary?

Jing Xun straightened his back slightly. He shouldn’t—and wouldn’t—discriminate against a person based on the settings provided in a book. To put it at its worst, even if Shen Yijin really “blackened” and did bad things in the future, it must be because of something that happened later.

Jing Xun suddenly remembered his senior saying that the eldest brother was also very tragic. So, what if… in a one-in-a-million chance, he could prevent that situation from happening?

Jing Xun had always had a habit: when he thought about things, he easily became too immersed, looking as if he were in a daze. This time was no different; he didn’t realize he had been staring at Shen Yijin for a long time.

His overly focused expression was written plainly on his face—a look unique to Jing Xun. Paired with his bright eyes, long, thick eyelashes, and refined face, that gaze appeared exceptionally burning and conspicuous.

Even Shen Yijin had to stop his movements and press a napkin against the corner of his mouth. However, the person being stared at was not annoyed. Instead, beneath the cover of the napkin, the corner of his lips actually curled up slightly, forming an extremely unfamiliar arc.

“Not to your taste?”

The low voice sounded, and Jing Xun finally snapped back to reality, quickly shaking his head. “It’s delicious. Thank you, sir,” he said politely.

“Mmh,” Shen Yijin said. “Then eat more.”

“Okay,” Jing Xun replied. Examining the man again, he felt something was wrong. The villainous Big Brother… really wasn’t that fierce?

Suddenly, someone approached their table and walked up to greet Shen Yijin warmly. “President Shen, what a coincidence! You’re dining here too?”

Jing Xun and Shen Yijin looked up together. In Jing Xun’s view, Shen Yijin’s eyelids lifted slightly. His eyes looked romantic and soulful at first glance, but his gaze was as calm as still water, looking straight ahead with a hint of indifference.

He replied politely: “Long time no see, President Nie.”

“Long time no see indeed!” The man called President Nie seemed very excited to meet Shen Yijin here. He wanted to step forward to shake hands, but felt it was inappropriate. Poor man—despite being dressed as a business elite and appearing to be worth a fortune, he looked quite constrained in front of Shen Yijin.

Shen Yijin was habitually taciturn in public, and since this was his private dining time, he did not want to be disturbed by outsiders. Therefore, after a single greeting, he did not engage in further pleasantries.

However, it was clear that President Nie didn’t want to leave so easily. He turned his gaze toward Jing Xun.

“And this is…”

Taking a look, Nie Yandong was startled. his eyes widened significantly, and he couldn’t look away.

Jing Xun was dressed ordinarily and his styling was quite simple—he looked exactly like an honest student, completely out of place with the style of this restaurant. It is truly said that “clothes make the man.” Especially with someone as powerful as Shen Yijin sitting opposite him, it was easy to be automatically ignored at first glance.

But once one noticed his face, Nie Yandong’s heart skipped a beat. He thought, I thought this President Shen was cold and lacked desire, yet hasn’t he also found such a beautiful boy to accompany him for dinner?!

…So President Shen likes this type.

While surprised, he also secretly evaluated Jing Xun. Nie Yandong couldn’t help but reflect: no wonder President Shen hadn’t even looked at that little star he had sent over two days ago. Because Jing Xun was so stunning, Nie Yandong couldn’t help but look a few more times, wishing he could engrave the youth’s appearance and temperament into his mind so he could look for people based on this standard in the future…

But at that moment, President Shen’s excessively low voice sounded from the side:

“This is my lover.”