The Delicate Sweet Top is Always Targeted by the Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 12

Tong Sui and Bai Xingluo had no time to worry about the discourse online.

After buying furniture, they returned to their new residence.

The villa in the Xinghe District was a top-tier luxury property developed by the Empire, situated in one of the most sought-after locations. With its strict security systems and an exorbitantly high price tag, those who resided here were typically high-ranking government officials, wealthy nobles, or business magnates.

These were the aspects of the estate most talked about.

Tong Sui had thought he was mentally prepared, but upon seeing the actual footprint and architecture, he was still shocked. The luxury was even more extravagant and “inhuman” than he had imagined.

Inside, the decor was brand new and opulent. The sheer scale of the rooms made them feel cold and empty, clearly showing that nobody had lived here regularly for a long time.

“Do you not usually live here?”

Tong Sui took a quick tour. The house was spotless, suggesting dedicated maintenance, and the expansive courtyard was perfectly manicured. The appliances were all integrated and fully automated.

In short, it was incomparably better than his old, dilapidated apartment, which was older than he was.

“No, I’m mostly at the training grounds or on a starship,” Bai Xingluo replied. “Let me know if there’s anything you’re dissatisfied with, and I’ll have the butler adjust it.”

Just then, the doorbell rang.

The furniture they had ordered arrived. Several delivery personnel were carefully maneuvering smart robots to unload the pieces.

Leading them was an elderly male Zerg butler in a suit. He respectfully offered a military salute to Bai Xingluo.

“General, welcome back.”

The butler glanced at Tong Sui standing beside him, a flash of surprise crossing his cloudy eyes. “……And this is?”

“This is Lord Tong Sui, my master.”

When he said this, although Bai Xingluo maintained his usual indifferent expression, one could easily hear the suppressed pride beneath his calm tone.

The butler was incredibly astonished. He had known this employer for over a decade, and he had never once seen another male Zerg standing by his side.

Yet, this time, there was a master?

He didn’t dare stare. He bowed his head, performed a graceful gentleman’s salute, and said respectfully, “Lord Tong Sui, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Karl, your personal butler. If there is anything you require, I shall take care of it for you.”

“H-hello.”

It was Tong Sui’s first time experiencing a luxury mansion with a personal butler; he felt quite awkward.

Fortunately, Karl soon went back to work, directing the delivery workers as they organized the furniture. The villa, once cold and empty, gained a sense of warmth and finally felt like a home as it was filled.

Tong Sui couldn’t help but think of his original world. While his family couldn’t afford a mansion like this, they were all together, and every day was filled with happiness.

……He wondered if his family and friends were grieving for him now that he couldn’t return.

He couldn’t hide his emotions well. He lowered his lashes, a look of loneliness revealing itself.

This was the first time Bai Xingluo had seen his master look this way. His heart ached, and he said softly, “I have already ordered Karl to retrieve your belongings. If you feel uncomfortable, I will find another way.”

He felt a deep sense of frustration that he couldn’t guess his master’s preferences.

“Mm, thank you.”

Tong Sui offered him a slightly bitter smile, forgetting to hide his feelings. “I was just thinking of my family. It’s a pity I’ll never see them again.”

Fortunately, the identity the system had arranged for him in this world was that of a male Zerg who had lost his parents, so in a sense, his words were technically true.

Family.

Bai Xingluo’s gaze dimmed.

He had grown up in an orphanage and didn’t know his origins. The concept of “family” was like a chronic illness, lying quietly in the depths of his heart. To him, the term didn’t carry as much weight as his comrades-in-arms.

But his master was different. He was such a fragile male, yet he carried so much on his own.

Bai Xingluo remembered seeing Tong Sui for the first time—living alone, with not even a female Zerg to take care of him. It was only at moments like this that the master occasionally revealed a flicker of vulnerability.

But he had lacked the ability to provide that for his master back then.

“Master, this is your home from now on,” Bai Xingluo said. “If you are willing, you can think of me as your family.”

No blood relation, yet closer than any bond of blood.

Bai Xingluo’s tone was exceptionally firm. He was earnest, his body tense, his usually indifferent eyes filled with genuine care.

The cloud of gloom covering Tong Sui’s heart was gently brushed aside, and he felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

“General Bai Xingluo is unexpectedly gentle.”

Perhaps only those who have been caught in the rain themselves always want to hold an umbrella for others.

Most people feared the majesty and coldness of a snow-capped mountain, watching only from afar and ignoring the soft, refreshing clarity that emerged when the snow melted in spring.

Beneath Bai Xingluo’s cold shell lay a soft and delicate heart, though he rarely knew how to express it.

Bai Xingluo’s face, smooth as suet jade, flushed a faint red. His ears, hidden beneath his pearly white hair, were burning hot.

Gentle.

His master had praised him again, and he seemed to be in a much better mood. This was wonderful.

As long as his master was happy, he felt like he was floating on air.

“You……”

“Since we are family now, let’s stop using honorifics,” Tong Sui took a step closer. “Hmm?”

“N-no, that won’t do.”

Bai Xingluo could vaguely smell the faint, sweet scent coming from the other, intensifying bit by bit. He rolled his dry Adam’s apple, his voice low and raspy. “……Because you are my master.”

Fair enough.

It seemed he wouldn’t be able to change that habit for a while, and Tong Sui didn’t want to force him.

However, he needed to think about what to call Bai Xingluo. Calling him by his full name all the time was too distant. If he got used to it and accidentally called him “General Bai Xingluo” in public, it would give away that they weren’t close.

What should he call him?

“Luo-luo?”

Bai Xingluo shuddered, his knees nearly giving way.

Those two syllables seemed to possess magic—an inexplicable emotion drained all the strength from his body, and his breathing turned feverish.

“Do you like that name? It feels more intimate.”

“Master, I love it.”

It was like a rope—one end tied to his heart, the other in Tong Sui’s hands. Tong Sui had pulled it unintentionally, yet it always left him lingering and obsessed.

The calm he tried to feign always crumbled in front of Tong Sui.

He turned around in a panic. “It’s getting late. I’ll go to the kitchen and start preparing dinner.”

He fled as if escaping. Beneath the hair ruffled by the breeze, his ears were completely red.

He had walked away so hurriedly that Tong Sui couldn’t stop him.

He was capable of helping with other chores, but when it came to cooking, he was truly powerless. He’d better not waste the food.

Tong Sui wandered around the massive villa, trying to find some housework he could actually do.

But he had severely underestimated the level of smart appliance development in this era; everything was completely automated. Even the small courtyard outside was meticulously maintained by automatic sprinklers and robots.

Looking at the lush green lawn, Tong Sui squatted down, lost in thought: I could grow vegetables here, right? Ingredients in the Zerg world are quite expensive. Hmm, and there’s a lake nearby. I could go fishing too.

One should save where one can and spend where one must, right?

When the old butler Karl returned from the starship, this was the scene he encountered.

The young, handsome master was squatting on the ground with his arms wrapped around his knees, staring thoughtfully at the lawn a truly harmonious picture.

When Karl had first learned that General Bai Xingluo had married an unknown male Zerg, he had assumed it was merely a means to avoid punishment, given that the General detested male Zerg.

But suddenly, he didn’t think so anymore.

Karl had lived for over half a century; his profession required him to be observant. But this male Zerg gave him a completely different feeling. He was polite and gentle. Unlike the hypocritical manners of the aristocracy, his eyes were clean and sincere.

He was like a little bird that would light gently on the tip of a reed, yet never get caught up in the murkiness beneath the pond. Every feather on him was clean and beautiful. If he were willing to land on someone’s shoulder, it would be a supreme blessing.

Karl couldn’t help but wonder where General Bai Xingluo had found such a unique and lovely male.

He smoothed his expression and walked closer.

“Lord Tong Sui, we have brought over all your things from your home. Where would you like them placed?”

Even though he had softened his voice, the young master was still startled.

His crow-feather lashes fluttered, and it took two seconds for his pupils to focus. There wasn’t a hint of defensiveness in him.

“Mr. Butler, thank you for the trouble. Just put them in the master bedroom, please.”

“As you wish.”

Karl carried the box into the villa’s hall, where aromas and sounds wafted from the open-plan kitchen.

He paused.

A tall figure stood in the kitchen, nimbly chopping vegetables on a board while a pot simmered on the stove nearby.

If not for that characteristically expressionless handsome face, Karl would have struggled to associate the female Zerg before him with the untouchable, fire-and-smoke-free Bai Xingluo.

But this scene was indeed happening.

Noticing his gaze, Bai Xingluo turned his head and gave Karl—who was in a state of shock—a sidelong glance.

“Everything brought back?”

Karl regained his composure and raised the box. “Lord Tong Sui’s belongings are all here.”

Tong Sui’s belongings were sparse—just one large cardboard box filled with the original host’s old clothes and some gaming equipment. As a male Zerg, his possessions were absurdly few.

Most male Zerg, driven by intense vanity and a desire to consume, were the primary force in the economy, often requiring an entire extra house just to store their belongings.

Bai Xingluo frowned as he looked at the box.

Whatever other males have, my master shall have too—and his shall be even better.

“Karl, contact the game manufacturers and fashion designers for me. Remember, price is no object. I want only the very best.”

“Understood. I will contact them immediately.”