Quick Transmigration: The Host's Romantic Debts Are Coming Again - Chapter 8

Fearing that Luo Jin might feel terrified facing a new environment, Wen Niao learned to act like a fourteen-year-old child, trailing behind Luo Jin like a little follower and chattering nonstop.

Blah, blah, blah.

Wen Niao: Ah, when will these days of acting tender ever come to an end?

Seeing that Luo Jin and Wen Niao were getting along quite well, Tang Miao felt much more relieved.

Facing a child sticking to him for the very first time, Luo Jin was somewhat at a loss, moving his hands and feet in synchronization with a bizarre gait as he was pulled and dragged by Wen Niao straight into the Maybach.

Luo Jin sat cautiously on the leather seat, his waist and back held straight, not daring to touch or move things randomly.

Noticing Luo Jin’s caution and discomfort, Wen Niao glanced toward the front, seeing that the Wen couple were not paying excessive attention to their side.

He quietly stretched his right hand toward Luo Jin, covering the hand that Luo Jin had clenched into a fist on his knee, and gave it a squeeze.

Luo Jin’s body stiffened; he wanted to pull his hand back.

Yet for some reason, deep down in his heart, he still could not bear to do so.

A small, soft, and fair hand covered a large, solid, and powerful one.

Remembering his persona, Wen Niao cleared his throat and adjusted his voice to sound as gentle and cute as possible.

“Older brother, do not be afraid. Niaoniao, Dad, and Mommy will all be your family from now on, and the Wen family will also be your home. We will all treat you well.”

Treat me well?

No one had ever spoken such words to him before.

Looking at Wen Niao’s smiling eyes, Luo Jin’s body relaxed, and a faint sense of anticipation grew within his heart.

Upon arriving home, Wen Niao led Luo Jin to tour the villa, introducing everything nonstop like a tour guide.

Although Luo Jin was somewhat unaccustomed to such enthusiastic closeness, seeing that Wen Niao was engrossed in explaining, he did not interrupt him.

Luo Jin: Since it is my own darling, what else can I do? I can only spoil him. What can I do about it? I am quite helpless too!

After touring the villa, Wen Niao led Luo Jin to the bathroom in his own room.

Adopting Luo Jin had been too hasty, so the Wen family had not yet had time to prepare daily clothing for him. Wen Niao dug out a plush pajama set of his own and handed it to him.

Inside the bathroom:

Hot water pouring over his body allowed Luo Jin’s pores to relax, and his wet hair hung down limply, softening his slightly fierce features and giving him a bit more childlike innocence.

After finishing his shower, Luo Jin unsuspectingly picked up the pajamas Wen Niao had given him to change into. When the pajamas fully unfolded, he was startled to discover:

This pajama set was styled as a soft and cute little tiger!

His changed clothes had been splashed with water during the shower and could no longer be worn.

With no other choice, Luo Jin resigned himself to fate and picked up the tiger pajamas to change into them.

When Wen Niao clearly saw the outfit of Luo Jin walking out of the bathroom, he froze completely.

With two tiger ears perched on top of his head and a slender tail trailing behind him, Luo Jin looked at Wen Niao with a sallow expression.

Luo Jin surely had no idea how lethal his current appearance was; his expressionless demeanor paired with the cute tiger pajamas unexpectedly created a stark, contrasting cuteness.

Ah, so cute!

Awoo, I really want to give him a good rub, Wen Niao screamed internally like a groundhog.

Putting aside his inner perverted and sleazy thoughts, Wen Niao calmed his mood and led Luo Jin downstairs for dinner.

While going downstairs, taking advantage of Luo Jin’s inattention, he quietly pinched the trailing tail behind him.

Clearly, whenever I wore such kawaii clothes myself, I never felt anything unusual, so why is the editor-in-chief so cute!

So cute, so adorable, I really want to rub him.

Tonight’s dinner was exceptionally lavish due to the addition of Luo Jin.

“Child, Auntie will call you Xiaojin from now on. Auntie does not know what you like to eat, so I instructed the kitchen to make a bit extra. If you have any dietary restrictions, just tell me and Auntie will keep it in mind.”

Luo Jin shyly replied with a thank you.

“Xiaojin, if you are willing, you can also call me Mommy together with Niaoniao. If you are not willing, calling me Auntie Tang is fine too.”

Facing Tang Miao’s gentle gaze, Luo Jin felt somewhat embarrassed, and his face grew hot with a rush of blood.

“O-okay, Auntie Tang, thank you!” Luo Jin replied stiffly.

Many of the dishes on the dining table were things Luo Jin had never seen before. In his heart, he could not help feeling embarrassed, inferior, and jittery, with various emotions surging up to make him feel somewhat restless.

Wen Niao was eating with great relish when he noticed Luo Jin not moving his chopsticks. At first, he thought Luo Jin did not like these dishes, but then recalling that his capture target was a little pitiful soul, it all clicked into place.

At this moment, seeing that Luo Jin still hadn’t touched his chopsticks, Tang Miao solicitously picked out some food for him, among which the most eye-catching were a hairy crab and a small pile of shrimp.

Soon, under Tang Miao’s enthusiastic hospitality, a small mountain instantly formed in front of Luo Jin’s bowl.

Luo Jin: I really want to thank you so much!

Facing these two unfamiliar and novel foods, Luo Jin clearly did not know where to start, blushing deeply with anxiety.

Watching Luo Jin’s mix of embarrassment and cuteness, Wen Niao could not help wanting to laugh.

To demonstrate his considerate sincerity, Wen Niao put on plastic gloves and began peeling shrimp for Luo Jin.

Wen Niao timely resolved Luo Jin’s awkwardness, and Luo Jin cast a grateful look toward him.

Wen Niao: What should I do now that the editor-in-chief regards me as his savior?

One word: awesome!

Wen Niao’s expression while peeling the shrimp appeared rather serious, yet his gaze revealed a casual nonchalance.

His slender, fair fingers danced about, and before long, a pile of intact shrimp meat accumulated in the bowl.

He placed the small bowl filled with shrimp meat in front of Luo Jin, then picked up a pair of scissors and a hairy crab to begin extracting the crab meat. The process of extracting crab meat was somewhat complex.

Following eight minutes of battle, Wen Niao held the dish overflowing with crab meat in both hands, his bright eyes staring sparklingly at Luo Jin like a proud, spoiled little cat begging for praise.

If he had a tail, it probably would have flown straight up to the sky right about now.

Wen Niao: Hmph, everyone present here is just small fry!

This was the first spark of kindness he had received since Director Mommy left, and it warmed his heart slightly.

He is so well-behaved!

Watching Wen Niao’s cute little actions, the corners of Luo Jin’s lips curled up slightly, and he inevitably felt an urge to reach out and pet Wen Niao’s head.

I wonder what the texture of this fluffy head feels like?

Wen Niao: What are you doing? Please do not harbor inappropriate thoughts about my head!

Noticing his own thoughts, a trace of embarrassment flashed across the depths of Luo Jin’s eyes.

Pulling himself together, Luo Jin felt it wasn’t quite right for him to enjoy Wen Niao’s service all by himself, so he shared some of the crab meat and shrimp meat from his bowl with Wen Niao.

Then he flashed a smile at Wen Niao that he thought was relatively friendly.

Uh, except that this smile looked a bit awkward, with the corners of his mouth stiffly turning upward in a half-smile expression.

Suppressing his laughter, Wen Niao contentedly accepted Luo Jin’s goodwill.

Wen Niao: Ah, the savage editor took the initiative to pick food for me. Why do I suddenly feel the proud satisfaction of an old father whose useless child has finally grown up?

After finishing dinner, Wen Niao led Luo Jin to tour the room he would live in hereafter. The room arranged for Luo Jin was directly opposite Wen Niao’s own room.

The bedroom decorated in cool tones was spacious and bright, and warm air surged in continuously, dispelling the chill from Luo Jin’s lightly clad frame.

After introducing the general layout and structure of the room to Luo Jin, Wen Niao headed to the study.

Once Wen Niao left, Luo Jin curiously sized up his new environment.

Every detail radiated sophistication and warmth.

A surge of warmth welled up in Luo Jin’s heart; the kindness received today was something he had never experienced in his past.