Marrying the Scumbag Gong’s Villainous Older Brother [Transmigration] - Chapter 20

Shen Yijin’s palms were dry, his fingers slender, and his knuckles well-defined. It had to be said that these were a pair of hands that looked flawlessly perfect from every angle.

And they were warm.

Ever since his hand was taken in the hospital corridor, Jingxun’s mind had gone completely blank. He remembered every step he took, but he had no idea how he had been led downstairs, out of the hospital building, and tucked into the car. He only knew that one of his hands was enveloped in a large, broad palm.

And they had stayed joined like that the whole way…

It wasn’t just Jingxun who found it inconceivable; even the driver and Assistant Jin in the front seat were witnessing this scene for the first time. Amidst the driver and assistant’s focused “nose-to-heart” silence, the car drove smoothly out of the hospital parking lot and arrived at the apartment near the University of Science and Technology that Shen Yijin had mentioned earlier.

The car drove directly into the underground garage. After Shen Yijin instructed the driver and assistant to head home and rest, he naturally led Jingxun out of the car. Of course, they couldn’t hold hands while getting out—that would be too cloying and awkward.

After exiting the car, they didn’t hold hands again. There truly wasn’t a reason they had to walk side-by-side while holding hands. Jingxun rubbed his hot fingertips and followed Shen Yijin upstairs obediently.

The complex consisted of low-rise units with one household per elevator, each unit being a massive flat of three to four hundred square meters. It was the kind of ultra-high-end neighborhood situated in the city’s most prime location, yet accessible to only a few—truly a place that achieved “tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle.”

The elevator stopped on the sixth floor. As soon as they stepped out, the motion-sensor lights turned on, revealing the luxurious marble floors and Baroque-style decorations of the hallway. Of course, this was still just part of the elevator lobby—a public area of the complex.

Only after opening an imposing, grand security door were they truly “home.”

Shen Yijin took a step ahead, placing his finger on the biometric lock to open the door. He said, “It’s too late today. I’ll record your fingerprints tomorrow. The code is 940326. Can you remember that?”

“Yes,” Jingxun said obediently. “It’s your birthday, isn’t it, Sir?”

The door lock automatically recognized the fingerprint and opened with an electronic chime, but Shen Yijin’s movements paused for a split second.

Standing behind him, Jingxun waited quietly for the door to open. He couldn’t see Shen Yijin’s face, so he didn’t know what was happening. He wondered if he had misunderstood. Did the code have another meaning?

Just then, Shen Yijin pulled the door open and replied, “Mhm.” He then gentlemanly invited Jingxun in first.

Jingxun couldn’t help but steal a glance at the Villain Big Brother’s face, but he saw no change in expression. If anything, the man’s eyes seemed a bit less sharp than usual, making the shape of his peach-blossom eyes more apparent. It was almost a pity; if the man weren’t so stern and didn’t naturally carry such a “glacial” gaze, his eyes would likely be seen as romantic and soulful.

The moment Jingxun entered, the smart home system activated. The air conditioning in the foyer adjusted to a pleasant temperature, and the hallway was bathed in a soft yellowish light. An electronic voice sounded from nearby: “Master, welcome home.”

Clean, refreshing, and carrying a faint, unidentifiable floral scent. This was Jingxun’s first impression.

So this is Mr. Shen’s home… Jingxun started to feel a bit nervous.

Despite the complete infrastructure, the decor was very minimalist, lacking any “lived-in” warmth. It was clear that for Shen Yijin, this was merely a temporary residence. But when the tall man closed the door and stepped inside after changing his shoes, Jingxun’s heart began to race uncontrollably.

Because Shen Yijin, currently hanging his coat in the foyer… was very handsome.

He had rushed back from his trip still wearing his formal suit and a perfectly tied necktie, which made him look both mature and “forbidden.” But now that he had removed his jacket, his great physique and long legs were fully highlighted; the “forbidden” aura remained, but it was now joined by a raw sense of sexiness.

Shen Yijin said, “Make yourself at home.”

Jingxun: “Oh, mhm.”

Shen Yijin suddenly looked at him. “Or, does Xiao Xun want to go straight to rest?”

Jingxun: “…Ah?”

Resting already?

Jingxun looked up to see Shen Yijin watching him while unfastening his cufflinks. The man’s natural physical advantages were undeniable; now that he was home, he seemed more relaxed than usual, his movements both casual and noble. It was just the simple act of undoing a button, yet it vividly reminded Jingxun of the Shen Yijin from that night who had removed his clothes…

Jingxun stood there, not daring to move. He wasn’t sure if “rest” in Shen Yijin’s mouth meant a separate room or… the two of them resting together?

How did normal couples act the first time they stayed at their partner’s house? What about those intending to marry but not yet engaged? Or those who had only known each other for a few days? And what if the partner was a high-cold Great Villain whose thoughts were often unreadable?

…Clearly, no one could answer him. Even if he asked the all-knowing internet, the netizens probably wouldn’t know either.

He was practically suffocating from the tension.

“The master bedroom is at the end of the hall on the right. It has a walk-in closet and an en-suite bathroom,” Shen Yijin said at that moment. He tilted his chin slightly, his gaze on Jingxun shining brightly. “Xiao Xun will sleep there, alright?”

Jingxun: …!

Big Brother is letting me sleep in the master bedroom… so that means…

Normally, the owner sleeps in the master bedroom. This apartment was so huge; he could have easily been assigned any of the guest rooms. But the fact that he was being told to stay in the master bedroom right away meant…

Sleeping together??

Once he deduced this conclusion, Jingxun’s limbs went numb. Nevertheless, he obediently followed the direction Shen Yijin indicated, passing through a long corridor, two guest rooms, and a washroom before finally arriving at the master bedroom.

There were indeed traces of Shen Yijin living here. As he pushed open the door, the sensor lights turned on. The soft yet bright warm light was enough for Jingxun to see everything inside.

Unlike the clean, “model home” look of the rest of the flat, there were more personal items in this room—a box of steam eye masks sat on the nightstand, alongside a pair of high-end noise-canceling headphones. Additionally, a few pieces of clothing hung in the walk-in closet: some pajamas and casual wear, but mostly formal attire. Looking at the sizes, they were undoubtedly all Shen Yijin’s.

Further inside the bathroom, there were even more items. They were all men’s toiletries, neatly arranged on the shelves, though the surroundings remained spotless without a single strand of hair in sight.

Shen Yijin did not follow him into the bedroom. He only told him from behind that there were new toiletries in the bathroom for him to use. Jingxun didn’t understand the man’s intention, but glancing at the time, it was already well past midnight. He would be busy with his brother’s hospital transfer tomorrow, so he didn’t have time to keep guessing Big Brother’s thoughts.

Sigh, I’ll just take it one step at a time.

Finding the toiletries on the shelf, Jingxun took a shower first. Shen Yijin seemed to love high-tech gadgets; not only were the lights and AC smart, but even the showerhead was intelligent, featuring four or five shower modes, various aromatherapy options, and the ability to play music or stream movies.

Jingxun briefly experienced these functions and finished his shower. When he came out, he realized a problem: while the toiletries were complete, there seemed to be… no change of clothes for him?

It was easy to sweat in the summer, and moreover, he had spent the whole day at the hospital; his clothes smelled of disinfectant and were truly unfit to be worn again. Listening for any movement outside the washroom, it seemed Big Brother still hadn’t come in. Jingxun simply wrapped himself in a towel and darted back to the walk-in closet.

He wanted to see if there were any new pajamas. But awkwardly enough, there weren’t. Jingxun had no choice but to turn his gaze to Shen Yijin’s clothes.

Finally, when Shen Yijin, sitting in the living room, heard the youth calling his name, he looked up to see a… delicate head peeking out from the corridor corner.

the youth’s hair was still wet. The ink-black hair clung softly to his face, making his skin look like fine jade and his lips like cherries.

Shen Yijin’s pupils contracted slightly.

Seeing the man looking at him, Jingxun, hiding behind the wall, said somewhat shyly, “Sir, could I borrow a piece of clothing from your closet? …Something for sleeping, just casual home wear is fine.”

“Of course,” Shen Yijin said, regaining his composure. “I’ll have my assistant bring over some clothes for you tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

After thanking him politely, the head retracted like a rabbit, vanishing instantly.

Shen Yijin: “…”

It wasn’t that Jingxun wanted to go around scaring people in the middle of the night; it was just that he only had a single towel on him—if he covered his top, he couldn’t cover his bottom; if he covered the front, he couldn’t cover his rear. He was very worried that in case Shen Yijin came over personally to find him clothes… he wouldn’t know which part to hide.

Fortunately, the man had no such intention; he seemed not to mind at all that Jingxun was touching his things. Thus, Jingxun didn’t stand on ceremony either, picking out a piece of the man’s casual wear to throw on.

Finally no longer “commando,” Jingxun felt significantly more at ease. He recalled the scene of Shen Yijin in the living room just now… the man had taken off his tie, his collar was slightly open, and he was looking at something on his laptop with a focused and cold expression. He seemed busy with work.

He actually still has work to do. Being the ultimate boss of the entire book was truly hard work.

Jingxun dried his hair. Checking the time, it was nearly 1:00 AM. This was far beyond his usual bedtime, and truth be told, he was exhausted. But should he wait for Big Brother? Or tell him he was going to sleep first? Would talking to him now disturb him?

Jingxun carefully analyzed what Shen Yijin had said earlier—the man had told him to go to the master bedroom to rest from the very start… so there shouldn’t be a need to disturb him to say he was going to sleep, right?

Just as he was lying down on the bed, there was a knock on the door. Shen Yijin’s tall figure appeared in the doorway. He said, “Is Xiao Xun about to sleep? I’m just grabbing some clothes.”

Jingxun: “…Okay.”

Shen Yijin walked straight into the closet and indeed came out with a set of pajamas. Jingxun remained half-propped up on the bed the whole time—he felt that standing up would seem too distant. But he didn’t lie down either, as that felt a bit impolite…

So when Shen Yijin finished grabbing his things, he saw the youth tucked under the covers, half-propped up and watching him with wide, innocent, and curious eyes.

The man paused and said, “Go to sleep first.”

Jingxun nodded obediently: “Okay.” He couldn’t help but ask, “Where are you going, Sir?”

“I’m going to wash up outside. It’s late; Xiao Xun, sleep first.” Shen Yijin added, “Goodnight.”

Jingxun: “…Goodnight.”

The bedroom door was closed by Shen Yijin. The lights, curtains, and AC entered sleep mode under voice control, and the room became pitch black.

Jingxun tucked himself into the quilt. He wasn’t afraid of the dark. He just found it hard to believe… he was actually sleeping in Shen Yijin’s bed. But since the man had even taken his things, he was probably going to sleep in the guest room? Or continue working?…

In any case, he probably wasn’t coming back tonight.

The temperature and humidity in the room were perfectly adjusted. Jingxun instinctively pulled the soft quilt tighter, suddenly feeling a sense of being enveloped in warmth. Shen Yijin’s quilt also had a faint, clean scent. His bed clearly featured a designer mattress and pillows; lying on them was extremely comfortable, making it very easy to fall asleep.

Thus, Jingxun, who had expected to be too nervous to sleep in Big Brother’s bed, surprisingly drifted into dreamland very quickly.

The master bed was very large. When Jingxun got in, he had deliberately avoided the side of the nightstand where items were placed. Out of politeness. After all, it was obvious that Shen Yijin usually slept on that side. Even though the man had given him the bedroom, Jingxun was very considerate; knowing some people wouldn’t like others sitting or lying where they sleep, Jingxun had stayed obediently on the other side from the moment he got into bed.

But he didn’t expect that.

About half an hour after he fell asleep, the soft quilt was pulled back slightly. The other side of the large bed—the position he had deliberately left empty—sank down slightly.