The Delicate Beauty Grabbed the Cannon Fodder Villain’s Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 12

In the morning, Shen Ran made a point of coming down early, but even after finishing his breakfast, he did not leave. His gaze kept drifting toward the upper floor.

The others at the dining table were also chatting leisurely; though they weren’t planning a group activity, none of them went back upstairs to rest either.

Finally, Zhao Kuo asked Shen Ran, “What are you looking at?”

For no apparent reason, Shen Ran’s face suddenly turned red. “Why hasn’t Young Master Jian come down? He stayed in his room all day yesterday, and unexpectedly, he hasn’t come down today either.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the table fell silent. The chatting crowd all looked over, echoing him with feigned indifference. “That is true. We didn’t see Young Master Jian at all yesterday.”

Jiang Shi, sitting at the table, cast a cold glance at Shen Ran. “What, are you very concerned about him?”

Meeting that icy stare, Shen Ran instinctively shook his head. “No, Young Master Jian and I are friends, so I am just checking in.”

Jiang Shi withdrew his gaze, his fingers tapping irregularly on the tabletop, looking somewhat restless and irritable.

“Why don’t we all go up and check on him in a bit?” Jiang Chengli suggested. In fact, many people had likely tried to find him yesterday, but he had kept his door closed to everyone, including Jiang Chengli himself. If they went up together today, they would surely be able to get through the door. “He hasn’t left his room since we got back from the river. Jiang Shi, did you really scare him that much that day?”

Jiang Chengli looked at Jiang Shi with a smile. The tapping of Jiang Shi’s hand on the table paused, and his handsome brows furrowed. “What does it have to do with me? If he was scared, it is just because he is a coward.”

Jiang Chengli let out a “tsk,” then stood up. “Let’s go. We will head up and see.”

A group of people immediately followed him. Jiang Shi also stood up, hesitating for a moment. Watching their retreating backs, his brow furrowed deeply, but he eventually followed.

Jiang Chengli glanced at him and teased, “You are coming too?”

Jiang Shi’s tone was unfriendly. “I am going to see what is going on with him, so it doesn’t look like I am actually bullying him.”

“Mm, that makes sense,” Jiang Chengli said seriously, patting his shoulder. “I understand, buddy. Since you find him so annoying, going to check on him is purely out of humanitarian concern.”

Jiang Shi’s frown deepened, but he did not argue.

The group reached the second floor and arrived at Jian Tao’s door. Jiang Chengli stood at the front, straightening his collar and cuffs before knocking lightly a few times.

Jian Tao’s voice soon rang out, “Who is it?”

The voice was soft and sweet, making one realize how much they had missed it. Jiang Chengli said, “It is Chengli. You haven’t left your room all day, so we came to check on you.”

“I am just resting in my room. I don’t want to go downstairs,” Jian Tao said.

“We are all here. Open the door and let us see you. Once we know you are fine, we will be at ease,” Jiang Chengli said.

The people behind him also kept talking to Jian Tao. After a while, they heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door, and an inexplicable sense of anticipation rose in everyone’s hearts.

When the door opened and the sunlight from inside the room spilled into the hallway, the crowd was collectively stunned.

They saw that the sleeves of Jian Tao’s T-shirt had been cut off, and the legs of his shorts were gone as well. Those two snow-white legs were even more impactful than when he had rolled up his trousers by the river. Not only that, but because the sleeves were cut so wide, the shirt looked like a loose tank top. When he turned sideways, things that should and should not be seen were partially visible.

The crowd took a sharp breath. When Jiang Shi regained his senses and saw the way the others were looking at Jian Tao, the veins on his forehead instantly throbbed. His expression turned extremely grim, and he was shrouded in visible fury.

Jian Tao walked back inside, letting the group enter. He went to the window to continue feeding his small fish and the parrot. He assumed these people just wanted to see him—the cannon fodder villain—in a miserable state. He figured that once they saw how pitiful he looked now, they would leave satisfied.

Jiang Chengli walked up to him. The sunlight outside the window was abundant, making Jian Tao appear purely clean in the light. His face, focused on feeding the fish, was expressionless yet brilliantly beautiful.

“Tao Tao, the fish are being raised very well,” Jiang Chengli praised with a smile.

When it came to the fish, Jian Tao was willing to talk a little. “For now, I can only sprinkle some fine sand in the tank. Once we go back and I can use actual fish food, they will grow even better.”

“When they grow into big, fat fish, will the tank still be able to hold them?” Jiang Chengli joked. He was very patient with beauties, and for a rare masterpiece like Jian Tao, his patience was inexhaustible.

Jian Tao glared at him. Jiang Chengli intimately patted his shoulder. “Tao Tao, why haven’t you been coming out?”

Jian Tao pointed to the mosquito bites on his neck and arms. “I was bitten by mosquitoes like this, so I didn’t want to go downstairs.”

With that, he turned around and looked past the crowd toward the door. Su Wen had said he was going to get medicine; why wasn’t he back yet?

After the last time he applied the medicine, Su Wen said he did a poor job and forbade him from doing it himself, taking the ointment away.

Jiang Shi, who was being completely ignored by Jian Tao, felt a surge of irritation. He stared intently at the boy, and when Jian Tao turned around without sparing him a single glance, his chest felt blocked by something. A nameless fire had nowhere to go.

Just then, a ringing sound was heard. Su Wen, dressed in a sharp suit, appeared at the door. He moved past them following the sound of the bell, holding a bottle of ointment.

“Young Master, the ointment is here.” Su Wen opened the cap, and a scent of mint wafted out.

“Mm.” Jian Tao naturally extended his arm.

The crowd then watched as Su Wen meticulously applied the ointment to Jian Tao. Jiang Chengli was also slightly taken aback; it was his first time seeing Su Wen serve Jian Tao so directly. He thought to himself that if it were him, he would apply it even better.

Seeing this scene, Shen Ran and Zhao Kuo actually felt a pang of envy. Previously, they thought doing things for Jian Tao was a misfortune, but now they realized they didn’t even have the chance. With Su Wen by his side and everyone else lining up to curry favor, they regretted not doing more for him before.

After Su Wen finished applying it to Jian Tao’s arms, he knelt down. He did not avoid the people in the room, scooping out a glob of ointment and rubbing it onto the boy’s legs. His suit was tight across his back as he moved, and his leather shoes showed deep creases. Such a meticulous person performed the task with complete ease.

Standing nearby, Jiang Chengli felt his throat go dry and his body grow hot. A wave of excitement spread through him, and his thoughts wandered uncontrollably. If the one kneeling in front of Jian Tao right now were him, it would be perfect; the position would be just right.

Jian Tao was very obedient now. When Su Wen told him to turn, he turned. Su Wen had cut the clothes himself to prevent the ointment from smudging on the fabric—a method Jian Tao fully approved of.

Just as the application was nearly finished, the door slammed shut with a bang, making Jian Tao flinch. He looked back and realized it was Jiang Shi who had stormed out.

He looked down at Su Wen behind him and turned back with a smile. Jiang Shi was jealous of him again.

In the evening, Jian Tao went to bed very early. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Jian Tao asked impatiently. Being disturbed while sleeping made him very unhappy.

“It is me. Open the door.”

It was Jiang Shi’s voice, low and carrying a hint of suppressed anger. Jian Tao naturally didn’t dare open the door; the man had been jealous this morning, so he might be coming to cause trouble now.

“If there is something, say it tomorrow. I am going to sleep,” Jian Tao said.

“Open the door so I can talk to you. Hurry up.”

The voice grew increasingly impatient. Jian Tao sighed and got up. According to his persona, he was so obsessed with Jiang Shi that it was impossible to refuse him when he called at the door. Moreover, Jiang Shi was being quite persistent tonight.

Jian Tao put on his slippers, walked to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it. He hid behind the door, fearing the man might throw a punch in anger. “What do you want?”

“Why are you hiding?” Jiang Shi said irritably.

“I am not hiding,” Jian Tao whispered, then stepped out from behind the door. He suddenly smelled a fragrance. Did Jiang Shi put on perfume?

Looking at his outfit tonight, he didn’t seem as casual as usual. He was already a handsome youth, and now his hair was neatly styled and his clothes were crisp. It actually gave a faint, false impression of a gentle person.

“Take this,” Jiang Shi said, tossing something over.

Jian Tao caught it reflexively. Looking at the spray bottle in his hand, he asked, “What is this?”

Jiang Shi, who had seemed relatively stable, instantly became irritable when Jian Tao asked the question. “It is a spray for mosquito bites. It is a hundred times more effective than that ointment, and you don’t have to worry about it getting on your clothes. Use this starting tomorrow, do you hear me?”

Jian Tao nodded somewhat timidly. Looking at Jiang Shi’s irritable expression, it felt as if the man would hit him if he didn’t agree.

He probably couldn’t stand to watch the protagonist’s male lead apply medicine to him any longer.

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