The Tool Brother Thinks It’s Not Okay [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 6

Cheng Kaixin truly wanted to enjoy the life of a pampered young master. He wanted to eat, drink, play, and laze around, doing nothing but sitting back and watching money flow effortlessly into his account. He wanted to be as carefree as possible.

But reality wouldn’t let him indulge in such decadence.

When Lu Jinying called, Cheng Kaixin was sitting in his spacious, brightly lit office, facing a top-of-the-line computer, earnestly and intently… playing games.

His secretary was working herself to the bone, delivering processed documents to his desk, waiting for him to glance over them and sign. But his review was so brief, one might doubt he’d even read them.

Just as the secretary began to worry about Lingxing’s future, Cheng Kaixin answered the phone, his demeanor unusually serious. He solemnly assured the caller, “Don’t worry, Brother. I’ll work hard and achieve great results.”

Presumably, Lu Jinying was giving him instructions. Cheng Kaixin responded with repeated “Okay, okay, okay” assurances, then said with casual ease, “I’m busy here, still have things to handle. I’ll hang up now.”

Watching the game character battling fiercely on the screen, the secretary thought to herself, You’re certainly busy enough.

After hanging up, Cheng Kaixin’s fingers returned to the keyboard. His fingertips danced across the keys with nimble precision, each tap accompanied by a crisp sound, like a cheerful melody.

The secretary watched Cheng Kaixin wipe out several members of the opposing team, his moves precise and exhilarating. He genuinely wanted to suggest that with such skill and looks, Cheng Kaixin should become a gaming streamer. He’d definitely become a sensation.

After the match ended, Cheng Kaixin rubbed his wrist and turned to the secretary. “So, you’re quite the tattletale, huh?”

Lu Jinying had been tracking Cheng Kaixin’s every move. He’d just called to scold him, warning him not to act on impulse. Now that they’d bought the script and finalized the filming schedule, he needed to produce results. Otherwise, he wouldn’t get another chance to mess with Lingxing.

“Mr. Lu is just concerned about you,” the secretary said, his body tensing slightly as if afraid of being hit. He avoided eye contact. “That’s why he asked me for updates.”

“So, you’re acting as a bridge between us brothers?”

The secretary nodded frantically.

“How thoughtful of you,” Cheng Kaixin said, his tone deceptively curious. “But there’s one crucial question. He’s Mr. Lu, so who am I?”

The question seemed odd, but the secretary understood perfectly—it was about loyalty. He worked for Lu Jinhua, and reporting to anyone else about his boss, regardless of who they were, was a grave breach of trust.

Forcing a smile, the secretary replied, “Of course, you’re Mr. Lu too.”

Cheng Kaixin clicked his tongue. “Don’t call me Mr. Lu.”

Sweat nearly beaded on the secretary’s forehead.

“That’s right! Crush him with your presence!” the System suddenly perked up, finally seeing its host take things seriously.

But Cheng Kaixin ignored the System’s urgent prodding, his lips curving into a nonchalant smile once more. “From now on, call me Boss. Sounds way more badass.”

“Yes, Boss,” the secretary managed to say with difficulty.

Leaving the office, he found the back of his shirt damp with sweat. For a moment, Cheng Kaixin had exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure. Thankfully, it had ended with a joke, sparing him from having to declare his allegiance.

“Cheng Kaixin! What are you doing? Are you messing with me?” the System couldn’t contain its frustration.

“What’s wrong?” Cheng Kaixin asked, his voice surprised and innocent. “Why are you suddenly angry?”

The System: “……” So he wasn’t teasing it—he was genuinely clueless?

“Can’t you think for once?” the System snapped, its tone exasperated. “Do you realize you just had a chance to win the secretary over? And what did you do? You told him to call you Boss?”

“Snacks? What snacks?” Cheng Kaixin asked.

The System: “……” For the ten thousandth time, it wondered if it had been blind when it chose its host.

Cheng Kaixin couldn’t care less about whose side his secretary was on. He’d had his fill of scheming and backstabbing in his previous life; now he was just here to have fun and couldn’t be bothered with such matters.

Besides, teasing the System was genuinely entertaining!

Suppressing a laugh, he stood up and stretched. “Let’s go visit the set. I’ll bring the leads some snacks.”

To create opportunities for the male and female leads, Cheng Kaixin had insisted on Lian Weiwei being a set writer in her contract.

Lian Weiwei was thrilled to witness her work come to life. She followed the filming crew around every day, her face beaming with joy, undeterred by the sweltering summer heat.

The drama’s director was renowned for his strict standards. During one scene, the female lead couldn’t quite capture the right emotion, and the director kept demanding retakes, even though lunchtime had long passed. The entire crew was exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Only Lian Weiwei remained cheerful, her adorable round face drawing attention.

Truth be told, she was tired too, but one glance at Qin Yunran refreshed her completely.

Qin Yunran, tall and long-legged in his military uniform, looked both stern and dashing in the dark green fabric. When he lowered his gaze to drape a coat over the female lead, his unique tenderness shone through his tough exterior, making viewers yearn to step into her shoes and bask in this exclusive, enviable treatment.

Just then, a slight commotion arose at the entrance as several staff members entered, their hands full of drinks. One of them excitedly announced, “Mr. Lu is treating everyone to cold drinks!”

The words “cold drinks” carried the promise of icy refreshment, sending a jolt through everyone’s nerves.

Qin Yunran’s eyes lit up as he followed the crowd’s gaze toward the entrance. Dozens of chilled drinks came into view, their colorful packaging followed by Cheng Kaixin himself.

Seeing this, the director paused filming and called for a break.

Lian Weiwei cheered and rushed over to Cheng Kaixin, saying, “Thank you, Mr. Lu!” before gulping down half her milk tea in three sips.

“Ah, so refreshing!” she sighed contentedly. “This brand of milk tea is especially good—rich, creamy, and smooth. Aren’t you having any?”

Intrigued by her recommendation, Cheng Kaixin casually picked up a cup with 30% sugar, took a sip, and immediately regretted it.

Did they kill the sugar vendor or something?

As the cold drinks were distributed, the female lead, mindful of her figure, declined. She smoothed her hair, put on a bright smile, and walked over to Cheng Kaixin.

The staff member she had left standing awkwardly asked, “Teacher Qin, would you like one?”

“Yes!” Qin Yunran immediately reached out, adding, “Make mine full sugar.”

Sipping his drink, he leaned back contentedly in the corner to rest. He watched as the female lead approached Cheng Kaixin to flirt, only to be rebuffed. She forced a stiff smile and retreated.

The actress had a reputation for being ill-tempered and had offended many people. Whispers of schadenfreude immediately filled the air.

“Her makeup is so thick it looks like wall plaster. How dare she try to hit on Mr. Lu? Doesn’t she realize how hideous she looks up close?”

“I never expected Mr. Lu to be so young and handsome. And he’s drinking milk tea? So down-to-earth, haha!”

“Honestly, I feel like he’s the one who got the short end of the stick, having that woman get so close to him.”

Short end of the stick? The familiar phrase made Qin Yunran’s lips curl into a smile.

Today, Cheng Kaixin wasn’t dressed in his usual formal suit but in casual attire. A light-colored shirt accentuated his fair skin, giving him an exceptionally fresh look, almost like… the lemon tea he was drinking.

After gossiping about the actress, the girls began speculating about who he was visiting on set.

Ever since Cheng Kaixin walked in, he’d been talking to Lian Weiwei, making the answer obvious.

“The editor is nice, but she’s just average-looking. I don’t think she’s good enough for Mr. Lu,” one girl said, her voice tinged with jealousy.

Qin Yunran frowned slightly. His recent collaboration with Lian Weiwei had left him with a good impression of her.

But that was all. Though he knew she was single, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something between her and Cheng Kaixin, especially since he’d seen them talking.

As he found himself staring at Cheng Kaixin, wondering about their relationship, he suddenly heard another girl sigh, “Well, good men are never available for me anyway. If I can’t have him, I’d rather he go gay than end up with someone else.”

“Wait, I’ve got it! Let’s pair Qin Yunran with him! Oh my god, this ship is so sweet, I’m already shipping it!”

Qin Yunran: “……” Can they even do that?

Cheng Kaixin had been captivated by Qin Yunran’s military uniform the moment he walked in. He’d wanted to get a closer look, but when he glanced around casually, he couldn’t find him anywhere.

Lian Weiwei was called away by the director to revise the script. Cheng Kaixin took a few steps inside and saw Qin Yunran emerge from around a corner. The surrounding girls shrieked and scattered.

Qin Yunran, now under the astonished gazes of everyone, felt his reputation was taking a hit.

Cheng Kaixin walked over, his gaze sliding from the buttoned-up collar to the military boots on Qin Yunran’s calves. Up close, the outfit looked incredibly sharp.

When his eyes landed on the empty lemon tea cup in Qin Yunran’s hand, his eyelid twitched. The label read “Extra Sweet.” Just looking at it made his mouth feel like it was filling with cloyingly sweet syrup.

“He really lives up to his role as the protagonist,” Cheng Kaixin remarked to the System. “He drank the whole thing without even flinching. Doesn’t he find it disgustingly sweet?”

The System replied dryly, “When you start with ‘He really lives up to his role as the protagonist,’ can’t you say something more meaningful?”

Qin Yunran watched Cheng Kaixin scrutinize him, his eyes showing clear admiration. He rarely took pride in his appearance, but now his spirits lifted. The military uniform, which had felt stiflingly hot earlier, suddenly felt much more comfortable.

Cheng Kaixin stopped in front of him, his expression odd. “You… aren’t sweet?” he asked.

Being from the north, he tended to slur his words. At first, it sounded like he was asking Qin Yunran, not the lemon tea.

Qin Yunran, as if possessed, recalled what a girl had said earlier and nearly blurted out, “It’s super sweet.”

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