Marrying the Scumbag Gong’s Villainous Older Brother [Transmigration] - Chapter 17

[Jingxun: I heard your company won the gold medal? Congratulations!] [Sir: Mhm.] [Jingxun: Didn’t you go up to accept the award? Everyone is very curious about what you look like.] [Sir: The project has lead creators and R&D personnel. They go.]

So Sir is truly low-profile.

After two days of chatting through the app, Jingxun had figured out the pattern: generally, when Shen Yijin typed very few words or was particularly concise, it meant he was busy with something and it wasn’t convenient to talk. Jingxun didn’t mind; he often forgot things when he was busy too, so he never made demands on the man. Their chats were very casual.

Seeing that his break was about to end, Jingxun didn’t reply again. However, Shen Yijin sent: [About to board the plane.]

[Oh, oh, heading to Country F now?] Jingxun remembered the itinerary the man had mentioned before.

[Mhm. Back in three days.]

Alright, Sir.

He had just finished typing a few words but hadn’t had time to send them when his screen flashed—it was a call from “Mom.”

“Hello, Mom?” He picked up the phone.

A short while later, Jingxun rushed to the hospital.

The condition of the original owner’s younger brother had always been unstable, especially given the lack of sufficient funds for treatment. This time, his brother’s condition had suddenly worsened, and he had been pushed into the emergency room; the phone call had been nothing but his mother’s sobbing.

When Jingxun hurried to the entrance of the emergency room, he saw a couple sitting huddled together, both looking haggard. His stepfather was the first to look up and see him, forcing a faint smile through his exhausted features. “Ah-Xun is here.”

The original owner’s biological mother looked up at the sound. Jingxun saw her clearly.

…That was the face from his inherited memories, though those were somewhat blurry and not as vivid as the person before him now. Up close, this lady named Luo Li must have been quite beautiful once, but she had neglected her appearance since the younger brother fell ill. Now, her face was not only tired but also bore a sense of vicissitude and age.

Looking at the woman’s face, Jingxun felt that the original owner’s eyes and nose were very similar to hers, as were the contours of her face… He began to instinctively wonder if his own real mother had looked like this…

But the thought was quickly interrupted. Searching for the shadow of a mother he had never met in a book world sounded ridiculous. It was a bit sentimental. Besides, this lady was not the same as his mother… they weren’t the same. She hadn’t given up on her sick child. Their whole family hadn’t given up.

Ms. Luo Li’s voice on the phone had sounded quite rough, but the person herself was exceptionally thin and small. She looked as though she could be knocked over by a breeze. Yet, back then, she was the one who insisted on taking custody from the original owner’s irresponsible biological father and raised him single-handedly. Now, she was still shouldering the high medical costs for the younger brother… Fate sometimes loves to grind a person down and play jokes on them. If it weren’t for the illness, they would likely be a very happy family.

Jingxun stepped forward. Before he could even call out “Mom,” the woman, who had been relatively calm, suddenly burst into tears and pulled him into her arms.

…Being hugged for the first time by someone who could be called a mother, even though he had prepared himself mentally on the way there, Jingxun was still completely stunned and didn’t know how to react. With some difficulty, he braced his arms and hugged Ms. Luo back.

Jingxun said, “Things will get better.”

At this very moment, a conviction formed clearly in his mind: he must cure the original owner’s younger brother. Whether it was out of gratitude for his new life or because he couldn’t bear to see another family torn apart by illness, it didn’t matter.

Once the conviction was set, a plan began to automatically generate in his brain. Before, he only felt it was necessary to earn more money, but now, earning money had become an urgent priority.

In the original novel, the younger brother was cured, though he underwent a bone marrow transplant and required lifelong medication. But at least in the setting, one could survive this illness. That was enough. The difference was that because the scumbag gong had paid for most of the medical fees, the original owner was restricted by him everywhere, forced to rely on him materially and emotionally, which led to the subsequent tragedy.

But now that it was Jingxun, he could achieve self-reliance.

Ms. Luo cried for a while before drying her tears. About two or three hours later, the emergency treatment ended. Lei Tianhao (the original owner’s brother) was wheeled out; the emergency rescue was successful, and his life was indeed not in danger.

The two elders both breathed a sigh of relief. Jingxun wanted to persuade them to rest while he took care of his brother for a while, but he was refused. He could only stay by their side and see if there was anything he could do to help.

In the evening, Jingxun wanted to go out and buy some dinner. He didn’t expect that just as he left the hallway where the ward was located and turned into the main hall, he would suddenly hear someone calling his name.

“Oh, isn’t this Yan Jingxun?”

At the bustling intersection connected to the information desk, Jingxun turned his head. As luck would have it… he actually saw the scumbag gong and his group.

…Wasn’t this too much of a coincidence? Unbidden, Jingxun got a bad feeling.

Shen Bohan was followed by three people, including Hu Xiaopeng. The one who had just called out sarcastically was Hu Xiaopeng. Seeing Jingxun stop, the group walked straight toward him, with Shen Bohan naturally in the lead.

The Second Young Master was wearing a pair of ordinary-looking casual clothes today, but they were covered in logos of a certain international luxury brand, making the outfit seem anything but ordinary. The others were also dressed in various expensive clothes. They looked at Jingxun with varying expressions, the most prominent being the Second Young Master—who simply stared straight at Jingxun without saying a word.

…This was the first time Jingxun had seen the scumbag gong in person.

Without bias, Shen Bohan was objectively good-looking—tall with long legs and a standard build. He looked presentable from both far away and up close. Whether it was his face or his body, he stood out from the average person; he had the look of someone with a “protagonist aura.”

But for some reason, Jingxun just couldn’t “get” this protagonist’s handsomeness. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say this man grew entirely outside his aesthetic line.

All Jingxun could think right now was: Why would someone like the Second Young Master come to a public hospital like this? How could they meet by such a coincidence? And then thinking of the high-tension plot in the original book…

Argh, I don’t want to have anything to do with Shen Bohan in a hospital at all!

Shen Bohan had gone out to play street basketball today. He had been a bit too rough and caused a friend to get injured midway, so they had called an ambulance to send him to the hospital. It wasn’t a big deal, but out of boredom, he had followed along.

He hadn’t expected to run into Yan Jingxun here.

Yan Jingxun’s eyes were clear and translucent. Likely because of those eyes, his beauty became irreplaceable; even in a crowded hospital, one could still spot him at a glance.

In fact, even if Hu Xiaopeng hadn’t mentioned it, Shen Bohan would have seen him from the moment he walked out of the hallway.

“Why are you here?”

Averting his gaze from staring directly at him, Shen Bohan looked up at the directional signs. “…Hematology inpatient department? Who’s hospitalized?”

He went back to staring intensely at Yan Jingxun, but the young man only looked at him with clear eyes and didn’t answer. Seeing the youth dressed in ordinary clothes, his face slightly pale and his expression a bit distressed… Shen Bohan suddenly realized something. No wonder he had impulsively tried to re-add Yan Jingxun on WeChat a couple of days ago and the other hadn’t added him back.

…After the video incident came out and they tried to make Yan Jingxun the scapegoat… even though the attempt to shift the blame failed in the end, Shen Bohan more or less didn’t know how to face him.

Actually, he truly hadn’t agreed with doing that. That day at the nightclub, he hadn’t protected Yan Jingxun mainly because he was angry at the other for being disobedient. He was also annoyed and looked down on him. He had told Yan Jingxun not to come looking for him privately, but the other had done it anyway. This gave Shen Bohan the feeling that Yan Jingxun was inconsiderate and that Yan Jingxun really couldn’t survive without him.

He wanted to punish him. Give him a little bit of hardship, so he broke up with him without a second thought. But he didn’t truly want him to die. After all, he had liked him once. Facing the current situation, he didn’t want to push Yan Jingxun out as the scapegoat.

But he couldn’t help it—he didn’t want the matter to continue fermenting and alert his grandfather, and he couldn’t resist the pressure applied by his friends’ families. In the end, he could only sacrifice Yan Jingxun temporarily. Trying to add his WeChat was just something he did on a whim because he saw his photo that day.

However, because he was in the wrong, the Second Young Master didn’t take it to heart when the other didn’t add him back. In his mind, Yan Jingxun not adding him was just “playing hard to get.” In two days at the latest, the other would come back crying and begging for him.

Of course, two days had passed, and Yan Jingxun hadn’t come to find him. Going out to play street basketball today was also partly because this matter made Shen Bohan feel a bit stifled.

So… did something happen in Yan Jingxun’s family?…

Running into the scumbag’s group now, Jingxun’s expression was indeed poor. Not only did Shen Bohan see it, but Hu Xiaopeng and the others beside him saw it too. Seeing Shen Bohan’s expression soften, Hu Xiaopeng couldn’t help but continue his sarcasm: “Oh, putting on that hurt look for who to see again? A little ‘White Lotus’? Congratulations, your ‘accidental’ encounter was a success.”

“Eh? Why aren’t you talking?” Just like before, another person quickly chimed in, grinning and playing along: “Isn’t our Second Young Master right here? Hurry up and tell him all your grievances…”

“Shut up, are you guys fucking finished?”

Before Hu Xiaopeng and the others could finish, Shen Bohan suddenly erupted with a curse.