Marrying the Scumbag Gong’s Villainous Older Brother [Transmigration] - Chapter 19

Jingxun: “You… Sir?! Why are you back???”

Whether it was pleasant surprise, shock, or pure astonishment, the moment Jingxun saw Shen Yijin, he felt a sudden impulse to give him a hug.

And so, he did.

When he moved to embrace him, there was only half a step between them. With Jingxun’s height and arm span, he could have easily given the man a full hug, but for some reason, the scene ended up looking more like…

He had lunged forward.

And Shen Yijin caught him.

Caught… as in, the man used both hands to circle Jingxun just above the waist and held him steady.

If the environment had allowed it, Jingxun felt the man might have lifted him up entirely. Fortunately, this was a hospital bustling with people. And fortunately, the joy of reunion washed away this tiny bit of awkwardness.

With a flushed face, Jingxun stubbornly suppressed his embarrassment, pretending not to notice the abnormality of their posture, and gave Shen Yijin a small hug back.

Only then did he realize it wasn’t that he had been spacing out earlier; rather, it was Shen Yijin’s presence that had plunged the entire corridor into a strange state of hushed silence.

Shen Yijin hadn’t come alone. Behind him, besides Jin Zheheng, were several tall, burly men in suits—clearly bodyguards. Hospitals see all walks of life—celebrities, high-ranking officials, and the wealthy—but it was rare to see someone with such a commanding and grand presence as him.

Noticing that everyone was stealing glances at them—or more accurately, at Shen Yijin—Jingxun felt a bit shy. He looked at Shen Yijin from up close and whispered, “Sir, didn’t you say you’d be back in three days? Why so suddenly…?”

Shen Yijin said, “You have family matters. As your fiancé, I should be back.”

Jingxun was both startled and overwhelmed, suddenly at a loss for words.

On his way to the hospital this morning, he had told Shen Yijin that his brother was in the emergency room and he had to go check. But that was under the circumstance where he had rushed out of school and forgotten to reply to a message; when Shen Yijin made an overseas call to ask what he was doing, Jingxun hadn’t thought much of it and just spoke the truth.

Of course, he had also mentioned on the phone that it wasn’t a major crisis—his brother’s illness had been dragging on for a long time, and they were used to various fluctuations. On the other end, Shen Yijin hadn’t said much, only that he understood.

Jingxun never imagined that a single sentence from him would cause Shen Yijin to race back. Would a normal person… upon hearing that their partner’s brother was ill (especially just one of many small hurdles on a long road to recovery), fly back immediately?

That was a 13-hour flight! Crossing over 9,000 kilometers!

Good heavens.

Jingxun’s thoughts became extremely complex. His first feeling was worry: “But weren’t you supposed to go to Country F? Coming back like this…”

“It wasn’t anything important,” Shen Yijin interrupted his concern directly. “I didn’t need to attend the rest of the itinerary anyway.”

“Oh.” Only then did Jingxun feel slightly better.

Now it was Shen Yijin’s turn to ask: “Is your brother alright?”

“He’s okay. The danger has passed.”

“Mhm.” After a low response, Shen Yijin followed up: “If there is anything you need help with, just ask.”

Jingxun didn’t dare trouble him further and shook his head quickly. “It’s nothing, thank you, Sir.”

He was still immersed in the emotion brought by the fact that the man had suddenly rushed back from distant Europe to accompany him. It couldn’t be denied that having someone travel ten thousand miles just to be by his side and ask if he was okay… did indeed settle his heart significantly. Even this pale, noisy hospital seemed like a less terrifying place…

“Jingxun,” Shen Yijin suddenly called his name.

“Hmm?” The man’s tone had suddenly become serious, causing Jingxun to look up.

Shen Yijin spoke earnestly: “Do not be polite with me.”

He likely had been traveling non-stop, as he looked a bit travel-worn. However, his attire was still extremely formal; his upright posture, his incomparably handsome face, and his indifferent peach-blossom eyes remained unchanged.

Shen Yijin’s deep voice rang out again, but this time his tone was slightly sterner, and his attitude had shifted. He looked completely indisputable as he restated, almost one word at a time: “From now on, you are not allowed to be polite with me. Xiao Xun, do you understand?”

Jingxun: “…”

This was likely the first time Jingxun had personally experienced this Villain Big Brother’s “fierceness.” It seemed the books weren’t lying. Even if Shen Yijin was usually polite and had never been seen losing his temper, he didn’t lack the aura and presence of an ultimate villain at all.

In other words, if he truly got angry and wanted someone to feel his wrath, that person would undoubtedly be scared out of their wits.

However, given the current context, Jingxun wasn’t scared. He wasn’t stupid; with a little analysis, he knew the reason Shen Yijin was suddenly so serious was because Jingxun had just declined his offer of help.

Jingxun felt his face burning. But this time, it was from shame. He remembered what Shen Yijin had just said: As your fiancé…

This man truly viewed him as a future life partner. Even though they had only known each other for a week.

He had been too narrow-minded. He was always trying to maintain a distance, viewing the other as a stranger he’d only met three times, yet in Shen Yijin’s mind, his role had long since become… beloved.

When the man said he wanted to get married, he wasn’t just saying it for fun. A “Big Boss” is a “Big Boss.” His word is his bond, and his promises are worth ten thousand pieces of gold. At least from the moment the agreement was reached, the man had already stepped into the role of a husband.

Compared to this Villain Big Brother, Jingxun felt his own level of awareness was pitifully low. Directly refusing the other’s kindness was indeed treating him too much like an outsider.

Shamed and embarrassed, with a multitude of thoughts swirling together, Jingxun had no idea what to do. His past self had only cared about studying; he had never experienced anything like this.

While Jingxun was at a loss for words, Shen Yijin said, “I have a private hospital. It’s too late tonight, but tomorrow I will arrange for people to transfer your brother there. What do you think, Xiao Xun?”

“Ah.” With the previous lecture fresh in his mind, Jingxun didn’t dare refuse again. Especially since he had recently started a side job; considering his future earnings, Jingxun felt he could afford a private hospital, so he agreed immediately.

“Okay, thank you, Sir… uh.”

Realizing he had been “polite” again, Jingxun reacted very cleverly when Shen Yijin looked over—he simply shut his mouth and blinked innocently at the man. He was forcibly pretending that nothing had happened.

Fortunately, Shen Yijin only glanced at him before calmly looking away. Only then did Jingxun let out a heavy sigh of relief.

…Too hard, too hard. Dating is far too difficult. So in this kind of situation, is one supposed to say thank you or not?!

Shen Yijin had already changed the subject: “It’s so late. Is Xiao Xun going back to school, or…?”

“Back…”

Jingxun checked the time. It was indeed late. The school dormitory gates closed at 11:30 PM; if he rushed back now, he probably…

“Xiao Xun,” Shen Yijin called him again.

“Hmm?” Jingxun looked up instinctively.

“It’s late,” Shen Yijin said. “Come home with me.”

Jingxun froze instantly upon hearing that.

“…Home?”

Such a common, yet unfamiliar word. At least for Jingxun, in his twenty years of life, it felt like the first time… someone had asked him to come home.

A trace of bewilderment appeared in his beautiful eyes. He continued to gaze at Shen Yijin, but there was a flickering light in his eyes, and the beauty mark at the corner of his eye became exceptionally prominent and striking.

That sight suddenly made one’s heart ache with tenderness. For the first time, entirely without conscious thought, Shen Yijin raised his hand and instinctively grasped the young man’s hand hanging by his side.

“Yes.”

Shen Yijin’s voice was intoxicatingly deep:

“Let’s go home.”