Who Wants to Be the Affectionate Cannon Fodder?! [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 13

Yu Lin looked up, staring directly at him.

The sensation against his fingertips was soft and warm, like squeezing a gummy candy. Lin He couldn’t help but linger for a moment, though he had to forcefully suppress the unseasonable stirrings in his heart.

Seeing that Yu Lin had no intention of answering, he loosened his grip slightly, wanting to withdraw his hand as if nothing had happened.

But before his fingers could pull back, Yu Lin said resentfully, “But didn’t you kick me out this morning for the sake of some other Omega?”

A pair of young girls passing by caught an earful. They let out two disdainful “tsks” and each shot Lin He a look that condemned him as a “scumbag.”

“What a waste of such a handsome face.”

“I told you, people who look like that are never up to any good. A loathsome Alpha playing two fields.”

Lin He: “When did I ever kick you out for an Omega?”

Yu Lin was puzzled: “Was it not an Omega? Then was the person you dreamed of a Beta or an Alpha?”

Lin He: “…”

【Wow, I didn’t think my brother was quite so unique. So he’s into that.】

The soft spring breeze in Lin He’s heart threatened to turn into cold frost and snow in an instant. He even considered burying Yu Lin back in the snowbank to teach him a lesson about brotherly love and the dangers of the world.

“I think you’re looking for a beating.” Lin He pinched Yu Lin’s earlobe and awkwardly withdrew his hand, wiping it against his ski suit.

Stung by the cold of his fingers, Yu Lin shrunk his neck. His soft hair brushed against Lin He’s knuckles, and the complaining look he gave was as clear as a mountain spring, like a discarded puppy.

After a long silence, Lin He sighed. For some reason, he didn’t leave; instead, he sat down beside Yu Lin. “The person I dreamed of wasn’t an Omega. Just an… old friend from a long time ago.”

His tone was unexpectedly gentle. Since coming to this world, it was the first time Yu Lin had heard him speak this way.

“Ah,” Yu Lin sighed instinctively. “So you dreamed of them because… you’re thinking of finding me a sister-in-law? Brother, do you lik—”

Lin He covered his mouth, stopping the words before they could come out. Yu Lin let out a few muffled “mms,” his warm breath hitting Lin He’s palm and leaving a damp patch.

“No.” Lin He furrowed his brows and said deeply, “It’s been too long. He likely doesn’t even remember anymore.”

“Why?”

Lin He lifted his eyelids, watching Yu Lin’s clean face from the side. His thoughts seemed to drift far away.

He gave an ambiguous answer: “Because his world was very small. Most of the time, there was only him.”

Yu Lin was confused again. But compared to dreaming of an Omega, the existence of this person made a strange sensation stir in his heart for some reason.

It was hard to describe. Yu Lin thought that his brain probably wasn’t equipped to process such complex emotions.

However, Yu Lin’s philosophy was always to stop thinking about things he couldn’t understand. He brushed aside Lin He’s hand, balanced himself on the snowboard, jumped up, and wiggled away like a penguin.

“Where are you going?” Lin He curled his fingers, trying to hold onto the lingering warmth in his palm. Watching the boy wiggle his hips and kick up snow for two or three meters, he was nearly moved to laughter.

Yu Lin carved a turn, kicking up a large cloud of snow mist. Fine snow landed on his shoulders. “Leaving you some private space to think about your sister-in-law. I’m going skiing.”

Lin He froze. For a fleeting second, an ethereal thought flashed through his mind, but he quickly dismissed it as wishful thinking.

Lin He stood up: “Don’t go too far. I’ll find you in a bit.”

Yu Lin didn’t pay him any mind, his snowboard carving a deep line into the snow.

But his moods came and went quickly. By the time Lin He returned with the water, Yu Lin had observed the postures of four or five other skiers and taught himself all the basic techniques.

He glided down the slope like a breeze across a field. A bird long-caged had finally broken its chains, spreading its wings toward the open wilderness.

“Y… Lin Zhou.” Lin He hesitated for a moment before calling out his name.

Yu Lin crouched during a turn, his thick glove scooping a handful of snow. As he passed Lin He, he threw it straight at him.

At such high speeds, any extra movement was an added danger.

Sure enough, Lin He saw Yu Lin wobble. He stepped forward anxiously to help but feared that getting too close would interfere with his balance.

Yu Lin’s snowboard carved two intersecting lines in the snow. He flailed forward twice and crashed into Lin He’s arms like a bird returning to the woods.

The cold cedar scent of the Alpha enveloped his senses.

Yu Lin took a deep breath and said, “The Alphas here are no fun. None of them can out-ski me.”

Lin He gave the turtle cushion on his backside a rough squeeze before restrainedly pulling the boy out of his arms.

“Then I’ll accompany you?”

Yu Lin nodded.

In the distance, the rime-covered trees stood tall. Snow powder drifted up and settled. The wind whistled in their ears. Before long, Yu Lin was left behind by Lin He. He pouted and pressed down to accelerate, refusing to be outdone.

Lin He looked back at him. Through the goggles, Yu Lin felt like he was looking into those eyes; they weren’t cold, but rather held a touch of warmth.

Yu Lin felt a baseless sense of familiarity, as if he had seen the same eyes somewhere before.

“Lin He, we…” He opened his mouth, but only swallowed a mouthful of wind and snow.

After leaving the ski resort, Lin He took Yu Lin back to Lin Zhou’s parents’ house.

The Lin family estate was located in the suburbs of the East City, built along the lake and nestled among lush trees.

Yu Lin got out of the car, his almond eyes darting around as he discreetly observed the swaying bamboo in the courtyard. Before Lin He could catch up, the inner door of the villa opened.

“My precious Xiao Zhou, Mommy missed you so much!” Lin Zhou’s mother looked young, wearing a cream-colored wool cape. Her waist-length waves swayed in the wind, carrying the light, sweet scent of roses and tea as she pulled Yu Lin into a hug.

A warm kiss landed on his cheek. Yu Lin was at a loss, his breathing becoming chaotic. It was his first time encountering such a scene. If it were anyone else, he might have struggled, but Lin Zhou’s mother was a type he had never seen before.

Or rather, he seemed to have an innate sense of unfamiliarity with the role of a “mother.”

He could only awkwardly call out, “Mom?”

“Yes, my sweet boy.” She pulled him a little tighter into her arms, so much so that Yu Lin could barely breathe.

It was Lin He, appearing after parking the car, who rescued him. With one hand on his mother’s shoulder and the other pulling Yu Lin’s arm, they entered the house.

Lin Zhou’s mother sat Yu Lin down on the sofa, tugging at his sleeves to inspect him. A moment later, she cupped his face to look closely. Yu Lin was like a docile lamb led to the slaughter, sitting there blankly and letting her fuss over him while sending SOS signals to Lin He with his eyes.

However, his “cheap” brother was busy discussing the menu for tonight with the housekeeper, completely failing to notice the signals sent from the depths of his distress.

“How is Xiao Zhou doing at school? Every time I wanted to call you, your father refused, saying he was afraid of disturbing you. Have you met an Omega you like? A Beta or an Alpha is fine too; our family is very open-minded, as long as it’s someone you like…”

“Add a spicy duck blood dish, Lin Zhou…”

Halfway through her sentence, Lin Zhou’s mother heard the dish Lin He mentioned. She turned her head and asked loudly in confusion, “Doesn’t your brother never eat spicy food?”

Lin He froze, his gaze flickering as he looked over. He glanced at Yu Lin, whose face also showed a hint of bewilderment.

“He’s recently taken a liking to an Omega who particularly loves spicy food. He’s learned to eat a bit of it to pursue them,” Lin He lied without blinking.

The mother turned suspiciously to Yu Lin, who nodded three times vigorously: “The Omega I like loves spicy food.”

The mother’s expression relaxed. She lightly pinched Yu Lin’s cheek, teasing out a soft fold of skin.

“Who knew our Xiao Zhou was such a romantic? What does this Omega look like? How old are they? Are they from your school? Why didn’t you tell me when I asked just now?”

[Affection Value +10. Contributor: Mother Lin.]

The question was thrown back to Yu Lin. He recalled Xie Zhizhang’s situation, omitted a few details, and told her.

“Sounds like a child who hasn’t had it easy. If you really like him, it’s not like you can’t be together, but you must keep your boundaries. Don’t end up delaying both of your futures.”

Yu Lin continued to nod like a chick pecking at grain.

But he really couldn’t handle the mother. Fortunately, once Lin He finished talking to the housekeeper, he sat down on the sofa. Any question Yu Lin couldn’t answer, Lin He would skillfully deflect. Midway through, the father emerged from the study, and the conversation gradually shifted to company business. The mother’s attention finally moved away from Yu Lin.

Yu Lin sat upright beside Lin He, quiet as a quail.

It wasn’t until the housekeeper brought a bowl of spicy duck blood from the kitchen that the spicy scent hit Yu Lin’s nose and his eyes finally lit up.

The duck blood was tender and smooth. Plump enoki mushrooms and bean sprouts were soaked in a bright red broth. Chili peppers and sesame seeds had been sizzled in hot oil, and the pungent steam drifted through the air.

The moment the duck blood was placed on the table, Yu Lin picked up his chopsticks and fished out a piece, popping it into his mouth and huffing from the heat.

Lin He followed from the living room, handed him a glass of water, and said, “Eat slowly, no one is fighting you for it.”

The mother also looked at his heat-reddened lips with concern: “Is your brother neglecting you because he’s busy with work? You look like you haven’t eaten meat in ages.”

The duck blood was fresh and tender, melting in the mouth and full of flavor.

Yu Lin smacked his lips with satisfaction and instinctively shook his head. Then, remembering something, he nodded again and accused, “My brother said he’d reward me with hot pot after the monthly exam, but it turned out to be a pot of clear broth without any flavor at all.”

Lin He exposed him coldly: “I wonder who it was that ended up with indigestion and had to go to the hospital in the middle of the night.”