Marrying the Scumbag Gong’s Villainous Older Brother [Transmigration] - Chapter 7

…Marriage?

Who, with whom, was getting married?

Subconsciously, Jing Xun thought he had misheard. But the other party had a completely straightforward expression. His handsome face and serious eyes all indicated that he hadn’t made a mistake.

Jing Xun forced a smile: “That… you’re joking, right, sir?”

The other man countered: “Is that what you think?”

The man, full of solemnity, sized him up from head to toe, looking even more stern. Not understanding his intent, Jing Xun could only brace himself and speak realistically: “Mainly… we don’t know each other yet… uh, technically we’ve only known each other for two days…”

And I don’t even know who you are or what your name is, so how did we get to talking about marriage?

Before he could say the rest, the other man spoke: “To be precise, we have only known each other for one night.”

Jing Xun: “…”

“The night before last, you broke into my private room.”

“…” Jing Xun’s long, thick eyelashes fluttered uneasily; he suddenly felt a cold sweat coming on. This time, it was from a guilty conscience.

“We slept together.”

“For me, this reason is sufficient.”

If the man’s expressionless face hadn’t looked relatively peaceful… if he had frowned just a bit more, or if his gaze had been any sharper, Jing Xun felt his knees might have buckled. He might have knelt right there and admitted his “wrongdoing.”

But… weren’t they a one-night stand? Did he actually misunderstand?? So the current situation was… his one-night stand partner was here to make him take responsibility?

…Heavens. What should he do? Honestly, he really didn’t have any experience in this!

But wait, something was wrong. His first reaction to the sudden “forced marriage” was shock and panic, but Jing Xun quickly recalled that on that night, he had clearly intended to leave, and it was this man who had stopped him.

Jing Xun widened his eyes again, his clean gaze like a pool filled with clear water, looking at the man in front of him with confusion. So this… at most, it was a “it takes two to tango” situation; you can’t just make me take sole responsibility… right?

Although, as they both stood under the setting sun, locking eyes with those cool, indifferent yet undeniably handsome peach blossom eyes, Jing Xun felt from the bottom of his heart that if he were to marry such a handsome guy… it wouldn’t be a loss.

At least during these two days he had spent wandering the school, he hadn’t seen anyone whose looks struck his heart quite like this. Furthermore, they had already done that… and in that department… they seemed very compatible…

The temperature on his face rose sharply. Jing Xun didn’t dare think about it anymore and abruptly lowered his head. Even without a mirror, he knew his face was incredibly red. This was too embarrassing—what on earth was wrong with him?!

In Shen Yijin’s view, the youth lowered his head slightly. His short, messy black hair was tinged with red by the sunset, and a few stray hairs near his ears drifted lightly in the wind. They looked like they would be very soft. It gave one an impulse to reach out and touch them.

Shen Yijin raised his hand. But he only checked the watch on his wrist.

He spoke again: “Sorry, I still have some matters to handle right now. I’ll finish as quickly as possible. Can you wait for me for a bit?”

Jing Xun looked up and followed the man’s gaze into the distance. A man in an equally well-fitted suit with an elite air was gesturing not far away; presumably, there was something the “Gentleman with Long Legs” needed to attend to.

…Being able to wait and talk later was simply wonderful! Jing Xun nodded vigorously, indicating it was no problem.

The tall man added: “In a little while, we will have a proper talk.”

Jing Xun became nervous again, but he didn’t dare refuse. Aside from the man’s deep voice and burning gaze making it hard to decline, his own sense of morality and responsibility prevented him from just muddling through. His current feeling was exactly like a plot in a novel where someone accidentally got someone else pregnant, and now the person had brought the “child” to the door—with a “scumbag” hat practically hovering over his head, how could he dare to run?

Jing Xun nodded, his tone solemn: “Okay, I’ll wait for you.”

“Mhm.”

The two parted ways. The man left decisively, but he didn’t leave Jing Xun alone. As he left, he seemed to give a few instructions to the suited gentleman standing in the distance. Very quickly, the suited gentleman approached Jing Xun and introduced himself with a respectful yet polite manner: “Hello, sir. My surname is Jin, Jin Zheheng. I am President Shen’s assistant. President Shen has some matters to attend to and instructed me to stay here with you. Should we find a place to settle down first, or…?”

Jing Xun was still dazed. Even if he didn’t know much about relationships, for someone who was just talking about marriage, was this situation… really normal? He only learned the man’s surname was “Shen” from the assistant.

What was his full name? Jing Xun didn’t ask the assistant. Facing Jin Zheheng’s question, he thought for a moment and suggested: “There’s a coffee shop right across from the school’s main gate. I’ll wait for him there… Mr. Jin, you don’t need to accompany me. Just please let your President Shen know. Thank you.”

After all, not only did he not know his name, but he didn’t even have his contact information. He could only ask the assistant to pass the message.

“You’re too kind.”

Later, Jin Zheheng offered to drive Jing Xun there, but Jing Xun politely declined. Firstly, he didn’t like troubling others; secondly, he was still dazed and blushing—he was a bit uncomfortable and just wanted to be alone to quiet down.

After meeting Professor Huo, Shen Yijin declined Vice President Gao’s proposal for a banquet. He merely said: “I have other matters today. I’ll host a dinner another day, and I hope Professor Huo and Vice President Gao can grace us with your presence then.”

“Certainly, certainly.”

Shen Yijin had to leave, and a group of school leaders came out to see him off. This included Professor Huo.

Shen Yijin’s primary purpose for coming to the school today was to finalize the technical guidance the school would provide to Yiwei Technology. These days, large financiers preferred to build their own teams for easier control, and fewer were seeking technical support from universities. But Professor Huo had his own temperament and didn’t accept just any sponsorship.

He had personally come out to see him off mainly because Shen Yijin was different from many business owners who only pursued the maximization of capital. Shen Yijin could describe his visions and needs in the shortest amount of time using the most concise language, filled with specialized terminology. His conversation was so eloquent that listening to him felt like a spring breeze.

Professor Huo admired such a young man. Furthermore, being in a good mood today, he uncharacteristically spoke a few extra words to Shen Yijin: “President Shen’s vision is not only a direction I’ve always been interested in, but also the technology the country needs most right now. Hahaha, it’s rare to see a young man with such thought and courage! I will definitely follow this project! And I’ll bring students along! Speaking of students, I’m reminded of that young fellow from the Math department just now. You might not have seen him, but that boy named Yan Jingxun…”

Shen Yijin stood there tall and straight, listening to Professor Huo’s description of the scene with great cultivation and patience. His eyes were slightly lowered, his gaze falling on a point in the air. As if he had thought of something, a ripple appeared in his normally indifferent peach blossom eyes.

Vice President Gao chimed in from the side: “Professor Huo, we saw the student you mentioned outside just now!” He had to admit, the young student they saw through the window was truly impressive—he could answer the Professor’s questions and his writing was at such a high level. This made Vice President Gao’s heart, which had been anxious about failing to secure the sponsorship, instantly settle back into place. Their school could produce such a talent from just any random department—how could President Shen not be moved? Moreover, that student seemed to know President Shen… it was as if he were sent by heaven to help them!

Vice President Gao laughed: “Hahaha, as they say, our school is full of talent, don’t you agree?”

Shen Yijin said: “Professor Huo’s eye for talent will not be wrong. If you approve of that student, you can bring him along; we’ll have the chance to cooperate together.”

Professor Huo agreed immediately: “No problem.”

Bidding farewell to the group, Shen Yijin asked Jin Zheheng: “Where is he?”

Jin Zheheng explained the situation: “Student Yan asked me to come back first… I’ve arranged for someone to follow him; Boss, don’t worry.”

“Mhm.”

Shen Yijin stepped into the car with his long legs and told the driver to head to the main gate. Sitting alone in the back of the business van, he looked out the window, lost in thought.

Jin Zheheng, sitting in the passenger seat, used the rearview mirror to glance at his boss. When the boss was free, he liked to silently stare in one direction. It looked like he was daydreaming, but having followed him for a long time, Jin Zheheng knew he was either thinking about the company or the group. …For someone whose income was calculated by the second, his mind was brewing a storm every moment. Presumably, he was thinking about some new technical problem again.

The car started smoothly, and Jin Zheheng didn’t dare to disturb him. Having been busy all evening without a drop of water, Jin Zheheng was taking a drink from his water bottle when he heard Shen Yijin in the back suddenly ask him: “Generally, what kind of gift should one give when proposing?”

Jin Zheheng hurriedly swallowed the water. Although he didn’t understand why the boss was asking, he answered very professionally: “That depends on whether it’s for a man or a woman… rings are the most common, or watches. Uh, mainly, it depends on what the other person likes.”

“Then what do you think Student Yan likes?”

“…” Jin Zheheng nearly choked: “?!”