Marrying the Scumbag Gong’s Villainous Older Brother [Transmigration] - Chapter 18

The Second Young Master had a bad temper. This was common knowledge.

In the past, when he was annoyed with Yan Jingxun, he would simply allow them to humiliate him with words. But today… after that explosion of profanity, Hu Xiaopeng and the others didn’t dare speak another word.

Shen Bohan clearly didn’t intend to stop there. He turned his gaze toward Hu Xiaopeng and the rest: “Can’t you bastards show some decency? What kind of place is this? Is this a place to make jokes? Do you have any manners, any upbringing at all?!”

In a hospital bustling with people, being scolded so bluntly by Shen Bohan was hard for anyone to bear, let alone Hu Xiaopeng and his lot. They were people who prided themselves on having clawed their way into the “Second-Generation” social circle; to them, saving face was more important than life itself. Hu Xiaopeng’s eyes turned red instantly. He didn’t dare look at Shen Bohan, wishing he could sink into a crack in the floor under the gaze of the onlookers.

Unfortunately, the Second Young Master was not someone who knew how to “pity the fragrant grass and cherish the jade.”

He already regretted not protecting Yan Jingxun the last time. Now, his mind was filled with the image of Yan Jingxun’s pale face. Moved by a sudden wave of pity, he naturally couldn’t tolerate others belittling him.

In fact, after a few days of not seeing him, Shen Bohan had calmed down. Human nature is a strange thing; as long as there is no contact for a few days, as long as you act like strangers and feel as though you are about to lose them… those traits of Yan Jingxun that used to annoy him suddenly seemed less vivid.

Having vented his anger on his companions, Shen Bohan turned back, wanting to continue checking on Yan Jingxun. But… as he looked back, all he saw was Yan Jingxun’s… departing back as he walked away??

…What did that mean?

He had clearly seen him; Shen Bohan was certain of that. So now he wasn’t even willing to greet him?!

A surge of unprovoked anger rose, and amidst that anger, Shen Bohan felt a bit guilty. He immediately chased after him in that direction. But one second the person was in his line of sight, and by the time he rounded the emergency desk to give chase, the person had vanished.

The area was full of wards, and the corridors here branched out in every direction. Relatives and patients were everywhere—there were even hospital beds lined up in the hallways… where was he supposed to look?

After searching for a while without seeing anyone, Shen Bohan returned to the vicinity of the information desk, looking somewhat dazed. Hu Xiaopeng, still standing there, felt aggrieved. Seeing the Second Young Master chase someone so frantically for the first time, he felt a sense of defiance in his heart and muttered: “Second Master… Yan Jingxun, he’s actually not as pitiful as you think. Do you remember that photo I took a few days ago? The person he was with…”

Shen Bohan couldn’t hear a word of it right now. He was replaying the details of their brief encounter. He felt that the look Yan Jingxun gave him before turning away was full of disregard and contempt.

…But how was that possible? When had Yan Jingxun ever treated him like that?!

Unable to understand it, his anger burned hotter. Shen Bohan interrupted Hu Xiaopeng and continued to berate him: “If it weren’t for you bastards, would there be all this trouble!” This time, he vented all his frustration on his companions: “I’m telling you, stay away from Yan Jingxun from now on, you hear me? Especially you, Hu Xiaopeng. Who the fuck do you think you are? I’m telling you, if you ever dare to make up stories or stir up trouble again, I’ll kill you!”

Shortly after turning to leave, Jingxun’s phone rang. Even though he had deleted the contact, his memory of the original owner told him this was the scumbag’s number. Without a thought, he pressed decline and blocked the number.

Influenced by the original novel, Jingxun’s “filter” regarding the Second Young Master was as thick as a brick wall. And he wasn’t wrong about him—not only were his initial suicide attempt and the drugging incident indirectly caused by this man, but Shen Bohan’s attempt to use him as a scapegoat during the video incident was also an ironclad fact.

Furthermore, the original owner’s brother had been hospitalized for quite some time, and the scumbag didn’t even know it… it was clear his usual attitude toward the original owner was just a whim; he had never truly cared. Therefore, there was nothing to say to such a person. This wasn’t a case of “true love” where they would meet years later and stare at each other in silence.

Jingxun was a decisive person. Meeting again didn’t even require a greeting.

But he had clearly underestimated the Second Young Master’s persistence. Every time he blocked a number, Shen Bohan would call back from a new, unfamiliar one.

“Hello? Yan Jingxun, why are you hiding from me?” Shen Bohan’s voice came through the receiver.

Jingxun remained silent, while the other side continued on his own: “Let’s talk. I know you’re still in the hospital. Did you run into some trouble? Why didn’t you come to me for help, hmm?”

Jingxun was incredibly annoyed. He was particularly repulsed by that last “hmm?” at the end of the sentence. In that moment, a pair of peach-blossom eyes suddenly appeared in Jingxun’s mind. Clear and indifferent. Occasionally showing a hint of emotion.

…Even though they were brothers, their looks weren’t alike at all. Their personalities were also vastly different.

Jingxun said directly, “If I recall correctly, we have already broken up, Second Young Master.”

It was Shen Bohan’s turn to be speechless.

The man took a deep breath, seemingly making a great effort to stay calm, and said peaceably, “Where are you? Let’s just meet and talk.”

Jingxun had no intention of giving him face. He stated in a flat tone, “But we no longer have any relationship.” The implication was: What is there left to talk about in person?

Shen Bohan was blocked again. …If Yan Jingxun’s voice had contained even a hint of resentment, the Second Young Master wouldn’t be so speechless. But the other’s tone was completely flat. It was the kind of impatience that suggested he didn’t even want to waste a single word on him.

…The Second Young Master had never been a good-tempered man, especially since he had already taken the initiative to speak so humbly!

“Yan Jingxun, don’t be ungrateful.” Shen Bohan’s words carried a veiled warning, gradually tinged with arrogance.

Since he stopped pretending to be poor, the arrogance he displayed had grown day by day. He stopped pretending because he was bored with the game; using such a tone to call the original owner by his name was also because he was bored. To put it bluntly, he had never viewed the original owner as a human being, so there was no need for respect. In his eyes, he was nothing more than a toy, or an animal with thoughts—a pet.

Jingxun didn’t want to waste breath and hung up. Just before disconnecting, he heard the other man say: “I’ll wait for you to come and beg me.”

Those words only deepened the disdain in Jingxun’s heart. Beg you… does he think he’s in a TV drama?

However, after hanging up, Jingxun wasn’t as calm as he had acted during the call. Shen Bohan’s vicious look… honestly, it made him start to feel a bit worried.

In the original plot, the original owner eventually saw the scumbag for who he was after becoming partially disabled. He couldn’t forgive himself and couldn’t stand the scumbag, so he tried to escape. But every single time, he was caught by the obsessively persistent scumbag, leading to the daily “confinement” chapters.

…Jingxun began to suspect he had oversimplified things earlier. He thought that by cutting off contact completely while there wasn’t much entanglement between them, he could get rid of the scumbag. But he hadn’t expected the scumbag to have such a greasy, unreasonable personality—it wasn’t okay when he liked him too much, and it wasn’t okay now that he didn’t. This was going to be difficult.

Moreover, now that the scumbag knew he was at the hospital, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t investigate his family matters further… How to make the scumbag stop pestering him completely became an important subject for him to ponder.

Jingxun stayed at the hospital until very late. Seeing the hour, the two elders urged him to return to school to rest, telling him not to delay tomorrow’s classes. But his brother hadn’t woken up yet, and with Ms. Luo and his stepfather still there, Jingxun felt a bit uneasy.

Lei Tianhao’s current condition didn’t require the ICU; he had been moved back to his original ward. It was a four-person room. Because hospital beds were scarce, having a room at all was considered lucky; the family never complained. But a four-person room was very crowded because the room itself wasn’t large.

With patients in every bed, accompanying family members could only sleep on small cots set up in the narrow aisles, and only one person could fit. Any additional family members had to sleep in the hallway. The conditions were truly arduous.

So Jingxun suggested: “Tomorrow is the weekend and there are no classes. How about I stay here tonight? Mom… you and Dad should go back and rest well, then come back tomorrow.”

“That won’t do,” Ms. Luo objected firmly. “You have to study and work part-time. If you don’t have class tomorrow, take a good rest. Hurry back. Your Dad and I will each take half a shift… we’re used to doing this together. Why would we need you here? You’d just be in the way!”

His stepfather also said, “Yes, go back, Xiao Xun. You’ve been running around all night. Go back.”

In the end, Jingxun was practically pushed out of the ward by the two of them.

Inside the room, the lady accompanying the patient in the next bed looked at Ms. Luo’s couple with envy: “You two are so blessed to have such a great eldest son. He’s capable and knows how to care for you.”

The patients and their families in the room had long become acquainted, and others joined in the conversation: “Yes, I heard he goes to a prestigious university? And he’s so handsome. Sigh, does your son have a partner yet?”

The sound of Ms. Luo’s laughter at the praise echoed through the hallway: “Haha, no partner yet, no partner. If you have someone suitable, introduce them to my son!”

Jingxun: “…”

Jingxun didn’t dare go back in. But he didn’t leave immediately either. He knew Ms. Luo and his stepfather, Mr. Lei, wouldn’t allow him to stay and help—the original owner used to just visit briefly, drop off money, and hurry back to school. His primary duty was to study and earn money.

But emotionally… thinking of that couple who sacrificed everything for their sick child…

A hospital is always like a giant shopping mall, but even at night, there isn’t a single moment of peace. People were still coming and going in the hallways. Some were talking loudly, some were crying and shouting, some were cursing. This place housed the most desperate people in the city, and once upon a time, Jingxun had grown up in a place like this.

When there are many people, he can pretend nothing is wrong, but to tell the truth, he really hates hospitals.

Jingxun lowered his head, unconsciously staring at the tips of his shoes. For a moment, he suddenly felt the surroundings become much quieter. …When did it start? Why was it suddenly quiet?

Jingxun was very surprised. This situation wasn’t unfamiliar to him. When he focused on something, he would automatically block out ambient noise, so sometimes when he “came to,” he would find significant changes in his environment. For instance, he might remember the teacher still lecturing, only to find the class had long since ended.

But he hadn’t been thinking about anything just now? It couldn’t have suddenly become midnight…

Just as he was finding it unbelievable, a series of footsteps gradually approached his direction. Then, a pair of clean, polished leather shoes appeared in Jingxun’s field of vision.

“Jingxun.”

A deep voice, rich with rhythm, sounded from above. Jingxun heard someone calling his name…? He looked up sharply.

He crashed right into a pair of cold, solemn peach-blossom eyes.

“Sorry I’m back late.” Seeing him look up, Shen Yijin’s expression showed more concern than usual. “Xiao Xun, are you alright?”