Quick Transmigration: The Host's Romantic Debts Are Coming Again - Chapter 9

Inside the study, Wen Jingyu was right in the middle of an international conference when he saw Wen Niao awkwardly approaching him.

Wen Niao had never acted spoiled in front of anyone except his grandmother. The moment he thought about how he was forced to act spoiled and put on an act just to maintain his persona, a deep sense of embarrassment washed over him.

Toes curling into the floor, who could possibly understand this feeling!

The moment Wen Jingyu saw his son acting like this, he knew Wen Niao was here to ask for a favor.

He very graciously paused the meeting, leaned back against his leather chair with one hand supporting his chin, and radiated an aura of absolute authority.

Wen Jingyu: How is it, readers? You got charmed by my handsomeness, right?

“Speak, what do you need my help with?”

Wen Niao was still pondering in his heart how to act spoiled, how to do it naturally, and how to succeed.

When his father’s blunt question instantly dragged him back to reality.

He asked weakly, “Dad, how did you know I needed a favor from you? Am I really showing it that obviously?”

Wen Jingyu let out a soft snort. “Hah, as if I do not know you. Out with it.”

Wen Niao cleared his throat and explained his idea of teaching Zhang Xiangfang of the Anxin Welfare Institution a lesson.

“The reason you decided to teach her a lesson is solely to vent your frustration for Luo Jin?”

Wen Niao hemmed and hawed, his voice tinged with a trace of grievance:

“I cannot explain it fully either. Part of it might be for that reason, but another part is because I hope the Anxin Welfare Institution can welcome a kind new director so that all the children there can finally be treated with kindness.

I have no way to handle such massive personnel transfers myself, and I also need to ensure outside critics do not accuse the Wen Corporation of abusing its power. That is why I had no choice but to ask you.”

After finishing, Wen Niao flashed a pitiful expression, trying his best to enhance his persuasiveness toward Wen Jingyu.

Fatherly love is subtle and restrained; it is silent, protective, and soundless. Wen Yu’s departure had also been a massive trauma for Wen Jingyu.

At that time, the Wen Corporation’s situation was extremely precarious, with countless wolves staring hungrily at this fat piece of meat.

His wife was depressed and grief-stricken over Wen Yu’s passing, and Wen Niao was only five years old back then. He had to shoulder all the pressure in absolute silence without letting his wife worry.

Throughout the years of Wen Niao’s upbringing, although Wen Jingyu lacked the blatant favoritism of Tang Miao, he still granted Wen Niao’s every request without hesitation.

“All right, I understand. Tomorrow, I will have my assistant handle this matter. I will find a reliable person to manage the Anxin Welfare Institution, and I promise you that those children will be treated kindly.”

Having obtained the support of his dad, Wen Niao grew visibly excited, and smiles danced across the corners of his eyes.

His eyes shone brightly as he excitedly wrapped his arms around Wen Jingyu’s sleeve, acting spoiled, cute, and rolling around.

Wen Jingyu: Acting cute is shameful, acting cute is shameful, acting cute is shameful! Important things must be said three times!

“All right, all right, Dad has to continue his meeting. You finished stating your business, so run along outside first.”

“Okay, Dad. You must keep my secret a good secret, okay? Goodnight, Dad, rest early, stop staying up late, your son loves you!”

Wildly sprinting out of the study in complete satisfaction, Wen Niao charged straight back into his own bedroom.

“This silly child, goodness knows who he inherited this from.” Wen Jingyu rubbed his throbbing temples, resumed his conference, and calmly handled his work.

Luo Jin lay on the soft, spacious Simmons bed, tossing and turning unable to fall asleep no matter what, feeling an inexplicable wave of panic.

He was terrified that such warmth was merely a dream, and that once the dream shattered, he would have to return to that freezing little room in the Anxin Welfare Institution.

Amidst his wild thoughts, his mind drifted back to Wen Niao.

Would that child always cherish him? Would he one day feel that he was unworthy of acting as his older brother? Could he truly stay in the Wen family forever?

With various thoughts tangling in his mind, Luo Jin ultimately suffered from insomnia.

At seven-thirty the next morning, two opposing doors opened simultaneously.

Wen Niao and Luo Jin stood facing each other, each sporting a pair of perfectly symmetrical dark circles under their eyes. Eyeing each other in mutual astonishment, both froze in place.

Tang Miao had originally intended to knock on their doors to call the two boys down for breakfast, only to find them standing rigidly right outside their doorsteps.

Approaching closer and taking in their appearances, she could not help bursting out in laughter.

“Oh my, what on earth did the two of you do last night? How do you both have dark circles, and they are even roughly the same size? Anyone who didn’t know better would think our household turned into a panda breeding center.”

Listening to Tang Miao’s merciless teasing, Wen Niao felt rather annoyed.

“Mom, stop laughing. I didn’t want dark circles either, but he just loves following me around, so what can I do? If you laugh anymore, I am going to be mad, hmph, showing no respect for your elders!”

Watching Wen Niao’s flustered expression, Tang Miao forcefully suppressed her laughter, trying her best to look solemn and proper.

Yet after stealing a glance at Wen Niao and Luo Jin respectively, she broke character again, turning away to giggle secretly.

With no other choice, Wen Niao shouldered his mother’s merciless mockery and trudged slowly downstairs.

Upon seeing the appearances of the two boys clearly at the dining table, Wen Jingyu initially thought he hadn’t fully woken up. After blinking and realizing it wasn’t a hallucination, he immediately joined forces with Tang Miao.

Ignoring the two adults who had no respect for their seniority, Wen Niao handed Luo Jin a meat soup bun.

“Older brother, this meat soup bun is delicious. I have always loved these soup buns, and today I am sharing it with you, hoping you like it too.”

Wen Niao looked expectantly at Luo Jin.

Meeting Wen Niao’s expectant gaze, Luo Jin took a tentative bite.

“Very delicious. This is the best thing I have ever eaten, thank you!”

In the chaotic mess of Luo Jin’s first half of life, being able to eat his fill and not go hungry was already enough to make him content.

Food to him was merely a question of whether it could fill his stomach, entirely unrelated to whether it tasted good.

Yet gazing at Wen Niao’s expectant eyes, Luo Jin could not bear to disappoint him, so he genuinely tasted it and offered his praise.

Seeing the atmosphere was just right, Wen Niao opportunistically brought up his idea of having Luo Jin accompany him to school for classes.

After thinking it over carefully, Wen Jingyu offered a proposal:

“Luo Jin is fifteen this year, which logically means he should be in the third year of junior high. However, considering he likely hasn’t received systematic education regarding these subjects back at the orphanage, if we directly place him in the third year, he might struggle to keep up with the pace.

My thought is to have Luo Jin start by attending the second year of junior high alongside Niaoniao. Then we will hire the most exceptional private tutors to help him efficiently catch up on anything he missed.

Luo Jin, what do you think?”

Luo Jin was somewhat stunned by the sudden surprise of being able to go to school and study.

Even though the Anxin Welfare Institution had a schoolroom, Luo Jin’s reputation in the orphanage was notoriously bad, and the instructors at the schoolroom were unwilling to accept him.

Luo Jin’s only way to acquire knowledge had been to sneak away when nobody was around, hiding quietly in the corner by the back window of the classroom to eavesdrop on the teacher’s lectures.

Inside the classroom, the instructor explained the meaning of the texts and the emotions expressed within them, while Luo Jin squatted in the corner, listening intently without letting a single word slip past him.

During the scorching summer heat, Luo Jin hid in the corner while the sun baked the surrounding air, sweat pouring continuously from his forehead, every single second a severe test of endurance.

And during the freezing winter cold, dressed in thin layers, Luo Jin could only curl himself tightly into a ball, pressing flat against the wall to listen as the teacher’s voice was muffled by the howling snow, drifting faintly in and out.