The System Wants Me To Save A Lucky Tycoon [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 3

Chen Dong noticed Lin Junqing’s hesitation and advised, “Mr. Lin, how can you let such a good opportunity pass you by? A life assistant for Mr. Xie starts at a salary of fifty thousand per month, not to mention the other benefits. Mr. Xie saw you yesterday and recognized your willingness to work hard; that is exactly what he values. It does not matter that you have no experience; everyone starts as a newcomer. Mr. Xie has a very good temper and never vents his frustration on his subordinates, so you do not need to worry about him being difficult to work with.”

Knowing that Xie Lin had taken a liking to Lin Junqing, Chen Dong spoke highly of his boss. As Xie Lin’s capable assistant, if he could not even handle a simple hire like Lin Junqing, he might as well pack his bags and leave. In truth, Xie Lin never vented his frustration; he simply looked at people with cold eyes until they resigned.

Regardless of how Lin Junqing tried to refuse, he was dragged by Chen Dong to complete the onboarding paperwork. Knowing that Lin Junqing was short on cash, Chen Dong even offered him a three-month salary advance. One hundred and fifty thousand yuan hit Lin Junqing’s account in less than three minutes.

The system sighed quietly, “Host, what is the Child of Destiny trying to do? Why is he giving you money? Is this the legendary sugar-coated bullet?”

Lin Junqing felt despondent. “You are asking me? Who should I ask?”

He felt like a puppet, being led around by Chen Dong. Every refusal he voiced was simply ignored. He had thought about leaving, but Chen Dong was physically too strong to resist. Sensing that Lin Junqing truly did not want the job, Chen Dong had acted decisively to finalize the paperwork. Fearing that Lin Junqing might still try to flee, he had deliberately provided the salary advance, hoping Lin Junqing would stay for the sake of the money.

Chen Dong ushered Lin Junqing to Xie Lin’s lounge. Along the way, he explained that their usual office was not at the mall; Xie Lin had only been there to clear his mind. Chen Dong knocked on the door, pushed Lin Junqing inside, and gave him an encouraging thumbs-up.

As soon as Lin Junqing entered, he was struck by the luxurious decor. Seeing Xie Lin sitting on the sofa, he straightened his posture. His nervousness was not an act; he was genuinely anxious.

Seeing Lin Junqing’s stiff frame, Xie Lin intentionally lowered his voice to sound softer. “You do not need to be so nervous. I do not scold people, nor will I vent my temper on you. You are a life assistant I hired personally, and I am very satisfied with you. You do not need to treat me as your boss; just consider me your friend.”

Lin Junqing could not help but glance at Xie Lin. Although the man’s face was expressionless, his eyes seemed gentle.

“System, do you think Xie Lin is putting on an act, or does he truly have no ill intentions toward me?”

The system replied, “It is likely not an act. Xie Lin has not turned dark yet; he is just like an ordinary person, and ordinary people do not feel malice without a reason. Xie Lin occupies a high position, and you have nothing. He has no need to put on an act.”

Lin Junqing agreed. Even if Xie Lin were to put on a mask, he would only do so in front of people at his own social level. He was just an ordinary person; there was no need for a facade. Guessing that Xie Lin might just be curious due to a vague sense of the system’s presence, Lin Junqing felt his anxiety ebb away.

Seeing Lin Junqing relax, Xie Lin offered a faint smile. He had to stop looking so cold, or he would frighten his assistant. Assistant Lin was timid, like a newborn kitten, his eyes full of uncertainty. Xie Lin stood up, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to Lin Junqing. As Lin Junqing took the glass, his fingertips brushed against Xie Lin’s.

Xie Lin felt as if fireworks were blooming in his mind, and his mood soared with uncontrollable joy. He did not know where this sudden attraction came from, only that he wanted Lin Junqing. Patiently waiting for him to finish the water, Xie Lin checked the time. “I have no work today. I will help you move your things. We also need to get you some clothes.”

Lin Junqing’s pupils constricted. “Mr. Xie, where will I be moving to?”

Xie Lin’s voice was deep and gentle. “You are my life assistant; you need to be on call twenty-four hours a day. You will need to move in with me. Do not worry. Although you are a life assistant, you will not need to do any cooking or cleaning. You are only responsible for chatting with me or running errands.”

Cooking and cleaning were exhausting; he could not bear for Lin Junqing to do them.

Lin Junqing did not understand the lives of the wealthy. He was being paid sixty thousand to be a life assistant, yet he did not need to cook or clean—only to chat and run errands. This money was far too easy to earn; the habits of the wealthy were truly incomprehensible.

Xie Lin personally drove Lin Junqing to move, not minding the cramped conditions of his rented room. The room was small and cluttered. Being tall and broad-shouldered, Xie Lin struggled to move inside. He deliberately feigned tripping over objects, leaning into Lin Junqing. Each time he stumbled, he apologized sincerely, then took a firm hold of Lin Junqing’s shoulders to steady himself.

Lin Junqing was a bit carefree and ignored the small touches. They were both men; what did a little physical contact matter? In college, he often roughhoused with his roommates and even went to hot springs with them.

Lin Junqing did not have many belongings. Xie Lin raised an eyebrow as he watched him pack a few old clothes. “You are my life assistant; your clothes will be custom-made by my studio. You will have no opportunity to wear these old things again.”

Lin Junqing considered this but left the old clothes behind anyway. He was Xie Lin’s assistant and represented his image; wearing rags would be embarrassing. He had not yet fully grasped Xie Lin’s personality, and the fact that he was a Child of Destiny hung over him like a sharp blade. He did not want to upset him.

Before leaving, Lin Junqing left a thousand yuan for the driver’s family and refused to reclaim the remaining rent. He was truly grateful for the man’s help. Xie Lin, walking behind him, quietly picked up the old clothes Lin Junqing had packed and hid them in the car. The clothes smelled like Lin Junqing; they could not simply be thrown away.

Xie Lin took Lin Junqing to his villa and assigned him to the guest bedroom. If he were not afraid of scaring him off, he would have invited him to share the master suite. The guest bedroom was nearly as large as the master bedroom, equipped with a private bathroom, study, lounge, and a small gym. Lin Junqing marveled as he entered; was this how the wealthy lived? The guest room alone was hundreds of square meters. This was not just a villa; it was a private park.

The studio staff were already waiting downstairs with measuring tapes. Xie Lin sat on a nearby sofa, closing his eyes to avoid the sight of Lin Junqing chatting and laughing with the designer, An Li.

System: “Host, Xie Lin’s sunlight value just changed. It dropped from 40 to 38. He is in a bad mood.”

Lin Junqing did not want to get close to Xie Lin, but as his mission target, he had to prevent him from turning dark. Not knowing why Xie Lin was in a bad mood, he asked tentatively, “Mr. Xie, are you tired?”

Could it be that he had been too noisy? If so, this boss had a remarkably good temper to tolerate his chatter even while feeling exhausted.

Xie Lin opened his eyes and saw the concern in Lin Junqing’s eyes. He smiled slightly. “I am not tired; I am just a little restless.”

Xie Lin signaled for the housekeeper to lead the studio staff away, then beckoned for Lin Junqing to sit beside him. An Li, witnessing this, understood exactly what Xie Lin meant. Xie Lin never allowed anyone within three meters, yet Lin Junqing was sitting right next to him—and he was sleeping in the guest room, which was usually reserved for the mistress of the house. Ordinary assistants did not wear the same style of clothing as Xie Lin; these were clearly couple-style outfits.

An Li squinted. The wealthy truly knew how to play. So, Xie Lin liked men? No wonder he ignored all those actresses who threw themselves at him; he simply preferred the other gender. As An Li left, he glanced at Lin Junqing. He did not know what Xie Lin saw in him, but he could tell Lin Junqing was not gay. The look he gave Xie Lin was too clean—it was the look of an employee toward his boss.

System: “Host, Xie Lin’s sunlight value just rose again, back to 39.”

Lin Junqing grumbled to the system, “Is the sunlight value really so easy to affect? He was just slightly annoyed by the noise, and it dropped.”

System: “Xie Lin’s mood affects the sunlight value. The better his mood, the higher the value. Happy people do not go around wanting to destroy the world. If you want to stop Xie Lin from turning dark, please do your best to keep him in a good mood.”

Lin Junqing felt this was a tall order. Emotions were uncontrollable; some people felt sad at the rain or when flowers withered. How could he keep Xie Lin in a good mood all the time? In that moment, he realized that being Xie Lin’s life assistant was actually quite beneficial. At the very least, he could monitor the sunlight value at all times and take immediate measures if it began to drop.

That evening, Xie Lin deliberately gave Lin Junqing a pair of his own pajamas. “The clothes from the studio are for daily wear, but they have not sent the pajamas yet. You can wear mine for now.”

It was not that they had not sent them; he had specifically instructed that Lin Junqing’s pajamas be handmade. Lin Junqing thanked him gratefully. “Mr. Xie, thank you. If you had not lent me these, I would have had to sleep in my shirt.”

Xie Lin imagined Lin Junqing sleeping in a shirt, and his eyes darkened; his voice grew raspy. “Get some sleep. I will take you to the company tomorrow.”

Xie Lin forcibly suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind and did not dare stay near Lin Junqing for another second. He was afraid he would lose control, reveal his true nature, and terrify the little assistant he had worked so hard to drag back to his den.

After changing into the pajamas, Lin Junqing lifted the sleeve and sniffed, whispering to himself, “A faint woody fragrance; it smells like Mr. Xie’s cologne.”

Wait, could these be pajamas that Mr. Xie had worn before?

Lin Junqing shook his head. Why would Xie Lin give him unwashed pajamas? They must have been scented during the cleaning process.

As Xie Lin imagined Lin Junqing drifting off to sleep in his pajamas, his own scent mingling with Lin Junqing’s, he found himself so physically distressed that he could not relax until 3:00 AM, eventually having to take a cold shower. He had not had an episode in a long time, but since meeting Lin Junqing, his emotions had clearly spiraled out of control. If his mood fluctuated too wildly, he risked another breakdown. At that moment, Xie Lin had only one thought: he must never let Lin Junqing see him during an episode.

The next morning, Xie Lin put on a heart rate monitor.