The Delicate Beauty Grabbed the Cannon Fodder Villain’s Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 22

It was already eleven o’clock when Jian Tao arrived home. Ordinarily, he would have been through two dreams by this hour. He felt exhausted and drowsy, but the lingering, chaotic smell of the bar on his skin was unbearable. He walked toward the bathroom with his eyes half-closed, stripping off his clothes as he went. By the time he stepped inside, he was completely bare.

The bathtub was filled with water and a generous amount of fragrant bath foam. Jian Tao settled in comfortably, leaning his head against the massage pillow with a long sigh of relief. The steam turned his face a soft pink and made his lips look vivid and red. With his moist, picturesque eyes and snow-white arms draped over the edge of the tub, he looked utterly languid. Had anyone seen him, the sight would have been intoxicating to the bone.

Su Wen didn’t return until late at night. Recently, the company’s power was being handed over to him step by step, keeping him incredibly busy. As he stepped out of his car, he habitually looked up and noticed that Jian Tao’s room was still lit. Usually, the eldest Young Master’s schedule was very regular, early to bed and late to rise. Why was he still awake so late?

Su Wen climbed the stairs and, instead of going to his own room, walked straight to Jian Tao’s door and knocked. When there was no answer, he pushed the door open, only to see a trail of discarded clothes leading all the way to the bathroom.

Su Wen’s leather shoes clicked against the floor as he followed the trail. The black leather standing next to the soft fabric created a strange visual contrast: the shirt, the trousers, and finally, the underwear.

The bathroom was silent. Su Wen looked away from the underwear and toward the bathroom door, frowning as he knocked twice. “Young Master?”

Still nothing. His heart tightened, and he immediately pushed the door open, only to be met with a high-impact visual.

Snow-white skin shimmered with moisture. A slender neck rested against the tub in a graceful curve, and rounded shoulders added a touch of innocence. He looked like a piece of translucent mutton-fat jade soaking in the water, a sight that invited endless imagination.

He had fallen asleep. His thick lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, and his slightly pale lips made him look fragile. Su Wen walked to the tub and knelt. The fragrant steam seemed to beckon the deepest human desires. He reached out to test the water; it was already cold.

Su Wen watched Jian Tao. After a moment, he saw the boy’s eyelashes tremble as he drifted through a dream. Playing with a sleeping, oblivious Jian Tao was quite interesting.

Jian Tao’s eyes opened, closed, and then opened again. His head felt heavy and muddled. Finally, he focused on the figure before him. Once he realized it was Su Wen, he regained some clarity. “Su Wen? Mmm…”

Su Wen pulled his wet hand out of the water. His expression was calm as he asked with concern, “Young Master, why did you fall asleep in the tub?”

Jian Tao’s mind was still groggy. He rubbed his eyes and realized he was indeed still in the bath. His body felt numb and chilled. “I fell asleep.”

The moment the words left his mouth, shame set in. He was currently naked, while Su Wen was looking at him while fully dressed in a suit. He wanted to scold the man, but he found himself completely weak and his head throbbing. He could only ask feebly, “Why did you come in?”

“I saw your light was on and came to check. It’s a good thing I did, otherwise, you would have sat here all night and surely been sick by morning.” Su Wen adjusted his glasses, his tone full of care.

“It’s already too late. My head hurts, and I have no strength at all.” Jian Tao felt certain he was coming down with something.

“Young Master, do you need my help?” Su Wen asked.

Though his mind was foggy, Jian Tao still felt a sense of shame. Feeling miserable and helpless, his voice turned aggrieved. “No. Go out and pour me a glass of hot water first.”

Su Wen sighed and stood up. He looked down at Jian Tao from his height. Behind the reflective lenses, his long phoenix eyes were dark and burning. “Then I shall head out first.”

Once Su Wen left, Jian Tao braced himself to get up. He was covered in slippery bubbles, so he moved slowly toward the shower, leaning against the wall for support. He turned on the hot water, and the sudden warmth made him shiver.

It took a while for his body to regain sensation. His chilled skin began to warm up, but something felt wrong. Why was he reacting like this in this situation? Finally, he could only hunker down under the hot water and deal with the physical reaction himself.

His limbs were weak, and it took a long time to finish. His head felt like it was spinning. When a knock sounded, Su Wen’s voice came through the door. “Young Master, are you alright?”

Jian Tao turned off the water. “Bring me a change of clothes,” he said weakly.

There was a muffled response. Soon, the door opened a crack, and a hand passed the clothes through. Jian Tao exerted himself to take them. He dried himself haphazardly and pulled on a silk bathrobe; Su Wen had thoughtfully included underwear as well.

He stumbled out of the bathroom and collapsed onto the bed. The force of the movement caused his robe to flare up. He truly didn’t have the energy to move or think for another second.

Su Wen, who was waiting with the water, raised an eyebrow at the sight. He walked to the bedside to help Jian Tao up. Jian Tao kept his eyes closed, grumbling, “What are you doing?”

“Drink some hot water, Young Master.” Su Wen held the cup to his lips, and Jian Tao opened them slightly to take a few sips.

He was being quite obedient. Next, Su Wen had to give him medicine. It was common knowledge that Jian Tao’s constitution was weak; soaking in cold water would definitely lead to a fever. Giving him the medicine now would save him some suffering.

Su Wen pressed two capsules against those full lips, but they stayed wedged between his teeth. Jian Tao seemed to have fallen back into an oblivious sleep. Su Wen drank the remaining water himself, then tilted Jian Tao’s chin up and kissed him, slowly feeding the medicine into his mouth.

Jian Tao didn’t react other than a slight quickening of his breath. Even after Su Wen pulled away, Jian Tao’s lips remained slightly parted. That submissive, vulnerable look sent a jolt of electricity down Su Wen’s spine.

The next morning, Jian Tao woke up feeling incredibly groggy. His eyelashes felt as if they were glued together, and he struggled to open his eyes. He saw the room shrouded by thick curtains, with only a few slivers of sunlight peeking through.

He felt sticky and chilled at the same time. He buried his face in his pillow, recalling a nightmare. He had dreamed he was with a giant python in its nest. The snake kept coiling around him, and he even dreamed he gave birth to a nest of little snakes. Everything except the baby snakes had felt terrifyingly real, leaving him unable to face the dream now.

As he rolled over, he realized something even more embarrassing. Ugh, what a way to start the morning.

Just as he was about to get up and change his underwear, the door opened. Su Wen entered with breakfast. “Is the Young Master awake?”

Jian Tao immediately ducked under the covers. “Mhm.”

Su Wen walked over and felt his forehead. “Your forehead is hot. It seems you have a fever after all.”

Only then did Jian Tao remember the events of the previous night. No wonder he felt so miserable and dizzy. Su Wen took a thermometer, pulled back a corner of the quilt, and slid the robe down Jian Tao’s shoulder to place the thermometer in his armpit. The scent rising from under the covers was heady. Jian Tao remained quiet, letting Su Wen fuss over him.

Even the most cold-hearted person would soften at the sight of him like this. Whenever Jian Tao was sick, he became incredibly docile.

Five minutes later, Su Wen took the thermometer out. It carried a faint hint of Jian Tao’s unique fragrance. “You definitely have a fever.”

Su Wen headed toward the door. Once outside, he lightly touched the tip of his tongue to the thermometer where it had been against Jian Tao’s skin. It seemed to carry a sweet scent, much like the taste of Jian Tao’s skin the night before.

Inside, Jian Tao crept out of bed. The moment his feet touched the floor, he felt lightheaded and weak. Who knows how many days it will take to get over this, he thought dejectedly.

He made his way to the dresser, opened a drawer, and took out a fresh pair of underwear. He walked back to the bed, pulled off the soiled pair, and started to put on the new ones. He was only halfway through when Su Wen pushed the door open. He yanked them up quickly, stuffed the dirty pair under the covers, and said angrily, “Knock before you come in next time!”

Jian Tao’s face was flushed with anger, but he had no intimidating aura. The illness made his eyes look watery and his voice sound soft and milky. He didn’t notice that Su Wen’s face was also flushed, as if he were exerting extreme self-control.

“Young Master, time for your medicine.” Su Wen handed it over. Jian Tao took it obediently, swallowing it with the warm water Su Wen provided.

He ate a few bites of porridge and lay back down. It felt stifling under the quilt, yet his skin felt chilly the moment it touched the air.

“What is that in your hand?” Jian Tao asked, looking at the clear liquid Su Wen was holding.

“This is alcohol. If the Young Master wants to recover quickly, you can try an alcohol massage. It’s very effective.”

Jian Tao was tempted. He felt terrible and wanted to get well, but he didn’t have the strength to move. He looked at Su Wen, who was watching him back. “Do you want me to help, Young Master?” Su Wen coaxed.

Jian Tao bit his lip. “Fine.”

The back, hands, and feet were the focus of the massage. Su Wen was very diligent. Jian Tao’s skin was exceptionally sensitive, as smooth and delicate as milk. Every press of a finger left a mark, and Jian Tao’s face flushed repeatedly during the process.

By the time the massage was over, both of them were feeling the strain. Fortunately, Jian Tao felt much better; the heat had dissipated, and his temperature had dropped. Su Wen left in a hurry, claiming there was urgent business at the company.

Jian Tao picked up his phone. Jiang Shi’s name was on the screen; he had sent a message. As far as Jian Tao knew, Jiang Shi never initiated contact. This was a first. He opened the app to find Jiang Shi asking if he was free tonight to visit his home.

Jian Tao sat up in surprise. This message was bizarre. What could possibly possess Jiang Shi to invite him over? He thought for a long time but couldn’t figure it out. Just as he was about to decline and say he was sick, a knock sounded.

“Young Master…” It was a servant’s voice, but before she could finish, the door opened.

Jiang Shi appeared at the door with a grim expression. Seeing Jian Tao sitting on the bed, he let out a cold laugh. “So you are looking at your phone.”

Before Jian Tao could react, Jiang Shi was at the bedside. He gripped Jian Tao’s chin and looked down at him. “What? You don’t even respond to my messages now? Have I been too nice to you lately?”

Jiang Shi had been brooding over why Jian Tao hadn’t replied. When he saw Jian Tao holding his phone, he assumed his message had been ignored. That sudden sense of humiliation and rage transformed into a piercing glare.

Jian Tao was stunned. He had never seen Jiang Shi this angry; it was frightening. He swallowed hard. “I’m sick. I just saw the phone.”

Jiang Shi clearly didn’t believe him until Jian Tao held up the phone, showing the chat window. “I was just about to reply.”

Jiang Shi’s expression softened. “You’re sick?”

Jian Tao nodded obediently. “I have a cold and a fever.”

Seeing Jian Tao’s watery eyes and the unnatural flush on his face, Jiang Shi finally believed him. He felt Jian Tao’s forehead; it was indeed hot. “Did you take medicine?” As he spoke, Jiang Shi’s nose wrinkled. “Why does it smell like alcohol in here?”

Jian Tao instinctively pulled his robe tighter, but Jiang Shi leaned in close to sniff him. “On your body…”

Jiang Shi stopped mid-sentence. He pulled at the collar of Jian Tao’s robe, revealing the pale skin beneath—and the red finger marks. In an instant, the veins on Jiang Shi’s temples began to throb. He roughly tore open Jian Tao’s robe and asked through gritted teeth, “How did these get here!”

Terrified, Jian Tao tried to scramble back, clutching his clothes. The illness made him emotional, and tears began to well up. “It happened when I was being rubbed with alcohol!”

“Who rubbed you!” Jiang Shi was on the verge of an explosion. He didn’t need Jian Tao to answer; he already knew.

In the struggle, Jiang Shi spotted something peeking out from under the quilt. He snatched it up. It was the soiled underwear.

The red marks all over his body, and now this Jiang Shi immediately pinned Jian Tao down, rendering him unable to move. Holding the item in his hand, his face and neck turned a violent red, and his veins bulged. “Did you and Su Wen do it?”

Tears poured down Jian Tao’s face as he shook his head frantically. “No! We didn’t! He just helped me with the alcohol! Waaaaa!”

“If you want me to believe you, I’ll have to check for myself,” Jiang Shi said cruelly.

Jian Tao’s eyelashes were clumped with tears, and his voice was raspy. “How… how can you check?”

“Let me see.”

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