Marrying the Scumbag Gong’s Villainous Older Brother [Transmigration] - Chapter 15

Today was packed with classes, and the college student union had a handover ceremony in the evening. Although the original owner—as the student union president—had already passed his responsibilities to the sophomores and hadn’t been managing affairs for some time, Jingxun still had to attend such a formal occasion.

Consequently, it was already past ten o’clock when he returned to the dormitory. By the time he finished washing up, it was nearly eleven—almost time for the lights-out policy.

Jingxun’s phone had been quiet all day. A few people had reached out via calls, but his chat interface with Shen Yijin remained stuck on yesterday’s mutual “goodnight.”

Having changed into a large tank top and boxers in preparation for bed, Jingxun took out his phone and began to deliberate whether he should send a “goodnight” to Big Brother.

While he wasn’t a fan of being overly clingy through messaging apps all day, it seemed… wrong to not say a single word for the entire day, right?

Jingxun had never been in a relationship; his relevant experience was zero. He simply felt that if there were no digital greetings today, no interaction tomorrow, and none the day after… there was a feeling… a feeling that things would gradually fade away like this.

But sending a WeChat message now felt meaningless and unsubstantial to him. If he called, he worried he might disturb the other party. After all, he didn’t understand Shen Yijin’s lifestyle, nor could he confidently seek him out as a “normal” spouse would.

Sigh, sigh.

Then again, there was no need to overthink it. When he initially agreed to the man, it was only because he felt their interactions were pleasant and he didn’t dislike him. If he became too obsessed with these details now, the losses would outweigh the gains.

Jingxun simply tossed his phone aside, planning to read for a bit before sleeping. Early to bed and early to rise makes for a healthy body. There were many things to do tomorrow.

When Jingxun focused on a task, it was easy for him to give it 100% of his attention. Once he started reading, all those stray thoughts vanished. He felt as though only a short time had passed before his phone suddenly rang.

…It was a ringtone for an incoming call. The caller ID displayed: [Sir].

It was clearly just an alias, but seeing those two words caused a tall, slender figure to automatically manifest in Jingxun’s mind—along with a pair of indifferent peach-blossom eyes.

He couldn’t describe the sensation, but Jingxun’s heart felt as though it had swayed ever so slightly. He was a bit nervous, yet also a bit relaxed. It felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest.

“Hello?” Jingxun answered the phone.

“Xiao Xun, are you in the dorm?”

Shen Yijin’s voice came calmly from the other end. “Is it convenient to meet? I’m downstairs at your dormitory.”

When he picked up the phone, Jingxun glanced at the time: 10:48 PM. It was so late…

Jingxun’s tone rose slightly, betraying a hint of disbelief. “Sir, you’re downstairs at my dorm?”

Shen Yijin said, “Mhm.”

How was this… Not a single text, and he just showed up?

“Wait at the entrance for a moment; I’ll be right down.”

Without saying more, Jingxun grabbed his phone and ran out of the room. He didn’t even have time to change, heading downstairs directly in his flip-flops.

He was on the fifth floor—quite high and without an elevator—so just getting downstairs took two minutes. At 10:50 PM, Jingxun saw the tall, handsome man in a suit standing precisely by the main entrance.

Even at the base of a men’s dormitory, a man like Shen Yijin looked somewhat out of place. His striking appearance was one thing, but primarily, his temperament was completely different from his surroundings. Combined with his extraordinary height, he became the center of attention, looking very much like a superstar who had suddenly dropped into the university.

Even at this hour, many students returning from self-study at the library couldn’t help but steal glances at Shen Yijin. They passed by him, and though some whispered to each other, none dared to get too close.

Yet Shen Yijin seemed accustomed to these stares and the sense of distance people maintained from him. He simply stood there perfectly straight, his peach-blossom eyes filled with indifference. His expression was neither happy nor sad—as cold as a stone statue, completely isolated from the world.

…Mhm. It was the standard posture for someone waiting.

Jingxun hurried over. He didn’t want Big Brother to remain a target for more stares and gossip.

“Sir, why did you come over so suddenly?”

Perhaps because he could accurately feel the other’s cold sternness every time they first met, Jingxun subconsciously used a formal honorific. But Shen Yijin’s attention clearly wasn’t on the title.

He didn’t speak immediately. Instead, his gaze dropped, scanning Jingxun from head to toe.

Under that focused scrutiny, Jingxun was forced to look down at his own outfit: a large tank top, baggy boxers, and flip-flops…

The tank top and boxers were items he had bought online just a few days ago. They were pure white; after receiving the delivery, Jingxun had personally scrubbed and washed them. They were bright and clean, now carrying a faint, fragrant scent of laundry soap. The flip-flops were quite artistic in style, featuring small, fluffy Dalmatian plushies—also something Jingxun had carefully selected a few days prior.

While it wasn’t formal and couldn’t compare to Shen Yijin’s attire, who doesn’t dress like this in the heat of summer?

After sizing himself up, Jingxun failed to see any problem.

Shen Yijin suddenly asked, “Were you about to sleep?”

“…I just finished washing up, I was going to sleep soon,” Jingxun answered honestly.

“Mhm.”

Shen Yijin offered a low response, but his gaze remained fixed on the outfit. Jingxun couldn’t help but touch his exposed chest and asked, “What is it, Sir? Is there something on me?”

“It’s nothing.” Only then did the man calmly look away.

He then answered Jingxun’s question about why he had come: “I came to bring you some things.”

Jingxun: “Ooh??”

Hearing that he was receiving gifts again, Jingxun felt a bit nervous. He still hadn’t chosen a return gift…

At that moment, another three or five boys entered the dormitory entrance noisily. They looked like young underclassmen just back from playing basketball, radiating an aura of youthful vitality. But the boisterous young men all fell silent as they passed the pair, casting curious glances toward Jingxun.

This seemed to provoke Shen Yijin. He knit his brows slightly and said, “Is there a place here where we can speak privately?”

“…Yes.”

Jingxun automatically interpreted the frown as the “big boss” not wanting to be interrupted while speaking. He quickly complied: “There is.”

The two of them walked out of the dormitory area and arrived at… the side of the building.

Jingxun’s dormitory building was adjacent to the school’s perimeter wall. The side was very secluded; usually, no one would come here. Of course, there were more secluded and hidden places, like the university’s little woods… but it was easy to run into couples there in the middle of the night, and Shen Yijin’s intent was to stay close by.

Thus, this became the most suitable spot.

The summer night heat had faded slightly, and the wind finally carried a chill, feeling refreshing against the skin. The air was very fresh. Breathing in the scent of green grass and earth, Jingxun took a paper bag handed to him by Shen Yijin.

“What is this?”

The bag wasn’t large, but when Jingxun peeked inside, he found it held more than expected: a tin of cookies and two beautifully packaged dessert boxes.

Jingxun: “…”

Shen Yijin: “I bought them at that café from yesterday. The ones you liked.”

So Big Brother thinks I love desserts that much! I just finished a large one this morning! Though, granted, the taste was… quite good.

“Thank you.”

Jingxun said, offering Shen Yijin a subtle smile and adding tactfully, “Next time I can go buy them myself. For you to… for you to come all this way, it’s too much trouble.”

“Mhm.” Shen Yijin didn’t say much, just giving a soft response before adding, “I have to go on a business trip for a few days. I might be away for quite a while.”

“…Ah.”

Subconsciously tightening his grip on the bag, Jingxun’s mood suddenly became complicated. He thought the man had come just to deliver sweets. But as it turned out, was he here to say goodbye?

Blinking blankly a few times, Jingxun asked, “You’re going on a trip? Where to… uh, I mean, when do you leave, and roughly when will you be back?”

Shen Yijin answered each part: “First to Country E, then I might stay in Country F for a few days. I’m leaving shortly. I’ll be back in a week at the latest.”

Jingxun: “Oh.”

Going away for that long. Wait… Leaving right now?!

From here to Country E, it must be a twelve or thirteen-hour flight. So, if it was this late, why did Shen Yijin make a special trip here? Flying is so exhausting!

In his past life, when he went abroad for competitions, the part he feared most was the constant flying. Jingxun, his fear of flying reawakened, said: “Then you should get moving quickly, Sir… make sure to rest well on the way.”

His tone suddenly became hurried, almost as if he were shooing the man away. Yet, in those shimmering eyes, a genuine sense of concern was reflected.

Shen Yijin’s throat suddenly bobbed as he replied, “Alright.”

But this time, he didn’t leave immediately. He followed up with instructions: “Jin Zheheng will be going with me this time. Additionally, an assistant named Xiao Tang will remain here. I’ll send you his phone number later; you can contact him if anything happens.”

Jingxun agreed repeatedly, looking incredibly well-behaved. He said, “Thank you, Sir.”

“There is no need to be polite with me.” Shen Yijin glanced at him again and said, “I have a property near the University of Science and Technology. Xiao Xun, would you like to pack your things and move there tonight?”

“Ah? That shouldn’t be necessary.” Jingxun instinctively refused this.

Moving into Shen Yijin’s place… the main thing was that the man wouldn’t even be home. What would he do there? Living alone is the same regardless of the location.

But saying it like that seemed like it might cause a misunderstanding, making it sound like he was hinting at something… Jingxun didn’t express it that way, only saying casually, “Living in the dorm is also quite nice.”

However, on this matter, Shen Yijin was more stubborn than expected.

“There is no one else there. I can have Xiao Tang find professionals to clean or cook for you. They can make whatever you want to eat.”

Jingxun: “That’s really not necessary; the school has a cafeteria too, haha.”

“The school is crowded.”

Shen Yijin paused for a moment, his tone becoming much deeper: “It will be much more comfortable to move there.”

“Uh…” Jingxun looked at the inexplicably persistent Big Brother with confusion, suddenly not daring to continue refusing.

But he still insisted: “My roommates are all quite good; they won’t disturb me.”

His peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and Shen Yijin’s gaze suddenly became much more profound.

That feeling of sternness returned. The aura swept over him so suddenly it made one shudder.

—Besides not liking to be kept at a distance, it seemed Big Brother also really disliked being refused.

Jingxun’s neck subconsciously shrank back.

Shen Yijin stopped speaking. In Jingxun’s field of vision, he only saw the man raise both hands and begin unbuttoning his suit jacket…

The movement was deliberate and methodical. It looked very elegant. But in reality, it wasn’t slow at all…

Because in the blink of an eye, the man had stripped off his entire suit jacket.

Jingxun: …?

He isn’t going to hit me, is he?

But the files didn’t say Big Brother had violent tendencies?! As a Great Villain who could call for wind and rain, even after a complete “blackening,” Shen Yijin would never personally lay a hand on someone…

Just as that thought surfaced, the next moment, a startling scene occurred—

Jingxun suddenly felt a warmth on both shoulders. A scent of cologne—brand unknown—mixed with a very faint smell of tobacco seeped into his nose.

He turned his neck… and the suit jacket that had just been removed was now draped over him.

This was… this was… what was the situation?

Jingxun was now thoroughly dazed.

With cold features and a calm expression, Shen Yijin said, “Then wear more clothes.”

Jingxun tilted his head: “?”

Did he mean that in this sweltering heat, he was being serious?

Though the fabric of the boss’s suit was exceptionally comfortable and didn’t feel hot at all when draped over him.

Shen Yijin also seemed to feel his expression was inadequate. He knit his brows slightly, a rare look of hesitation appearing. It took a long while before he spoke again: “This outfit inside… is it what Xiao Xun usually wears when moving about the dormitory?”

Jingxun: ?

Shen Yijin: “Change it.”

Jingxun: “…”

Wait, no.

You have an issue with my racerback muscle-building gym tank top (loose fit)?