After Transmigrating into a Sadistic Novel, the Socially Anxious Sickly Beauty Just Wants to Sleep - Chapter 7

Leaving the nursing home, Yan Zhimuo drove toward the Yan family residence.

The Yan estate was located in a renowned wealthy district of the city, far from the hustle and bustle of the downtown area. As far as the eye could see, there were dense forests and lush lawns. The environment was quiet and elegant; one could only spot a standalone villa every long stretch of road.

The car passed through several security checkpoints and finally entered through an intricately crafted iron gate.

In front of the gate was a verdant lawn centered with a finely carved Western-style fountain. They passed flower beds and small groves in succession until, in the distance, a magnificent and luxurious mansion could be seen standing tall. It took another half-minute of driving to finally arrive.

The housekeeper had been notified as soon as the car entered the iron gates and was waiting early at the entrance. Seeing Yan Zhimuo arrive, he stepped forward respectfully to greet them.

Yan Zhimuo tossed him the car keys, took Jian Anmian’s hand, and walked slowly toward the villa’s front door.

Jian Anmian took a deep, nervous breath. Here it comes. This time, is his journey of being “abused” finally going to officially begin?

The villa’s grand doors were slowly pushed open.

His sister-in-law, Luo Manxiang, had her hair swept up in a sophisticated bun and wore an elegant, dark-ink cheongsam. She greeted them warmly: “Zhimuo, you’re finally back. The whole house has been waiting for you to start dinner.”

Following behind her was a boy who was peeking around. He looked no more than two years older than Jian Anmian. The moment he saw them, he shouted with explosive passion: “Uncle! Auntie!”

All three people present froze.

The nephew, Yan Chengyu, was grinning so wide his teeth were fully visible, looking like a palace eunuch seeing the Emperor and Empress.

First, he turned to Yan Zhimuo with a face full of flattery: “Having not seen you for a few days, Uncle looks even more imposing, handsome, and dashing! No wonder my heart has been racing since I woke up this morning, and my blood felt inexplicably hot and surging—it turns out it’s because you were coming today! My respect for you is like the surging waters of a great river, endless and unstoppable like the Yellow River! Uncle, you are a dragon among men, a phoenix among beasts, a crane among chickens, the king of all creatures! A natural business genius, an immortal descended to earth, the controller of the economic lifeblood of billionaires!”

Then, he turned to Jian Anmian and spoke with great fervor: “Auntie, you might not believe it, but I never understood the meaning of the phrase ‘The refined gentleman is like bone cut and polished, like jade carved and ground’ before. But the moment I saw you today, I suddenly had an epiphany. If there are words to describe my first impression of you, they must be ‘His ear-ornaments are of precious stones, the stars shine on his cap.’ You are as clear and moving as warm jade, shining like the gems on a crown, brighter than the stars and the Milky Way! Your temperament is as gentle as a clear breeze, your character as noble as green bamboo. No wonder Uncle likes you so much! You and Uncle are truly a pair of golden boys—a match made in heaven, fated partners! A perfect pair!”

Jian Anmian: “…”

Yan Zhimuo: “…”

Luo Manxiang: “…”

Jian Anmian shuddered in despair, his skin crawling with goosebumps.

What happened to the ‘suffering’? Is… is the plan to drown him in ‘rainbow farts’ (flattery) instead?

Yan Zhimuo was in a bit of a trance. No one had ever dared to say such embarrassing things to him. Was his nephew always this kind of person?

Luo Manxiang stood stunned for a long time. When she snapped out of it, her face looked as if she had swallowed a fly.

She had told her son to be careful and watch his words when meeting Yan Zhimuo, but she definitely didn’t want him to act like a professional “simp” sucking up to them! She was losing all face!

Luo Manxiang gave two awkward laughs and said through gritted teeth, “Haha, Chengyu is just so happy to see his uncle and auntie. I’ve never seen your tongue so sweet usually. Look, you’ve made your auntie shy. Why are we all standing at the door? Come in and sit! I’ll go upstairs to call Dad and tell him Zhimuo is back, then we can have everyone come down for dinner.”

“Sister-in-law is too kind,” Yan Zhimuo nodded, leading Jian Anmian to the living room to sit.

Yan Chengyu followed closely behind like a loyal dog, saying with a cheeky grin, “Uncle, Auntie, I—”

“Chengyu!” Luo Manxiang couldn’t take it anymore. She shot her son a glare and commanded with a dark face, “Come upstairs with me to call your father and the others.”

“…Oh, okay.” Yan Chengyu followed her upstairs reluctantly.

Seeing Jian Anmian staring toward the second floor, Yan Zhimuo snapped his fingers in front of his face. “What are you thinking about?”

Jian Anmian blinked, hesitated for two seconds, and tried to speak tactfully: “Your nephew… is very lively.”

Yan Zhimuo scoffed. “You’re being too polite. Just say he seems like he has a ‘brain problem’.”

Jian Anmian: Pfft, how savage.

Yan Zhimuo added, “Also, what do you mean ‘my’ nephew? He’s your nephew now too, even though he’s two years older than you and about to start his junior year of college.”

Jian Anmian: “Ah.”

Yan Zhimuo turned his head to look at Jian Anmian. He reached out and gently touched the stray hairs behind Jian Anmian’s ear, a meaningful smirk playing on his lips. “That’s what I get for being ‘trendy’ and marrying a little wife twelve years younger than me.”

Jian Anmian’s ears turned beet red instantly. He pulled back his neck like a small animal and said with a trembling voice, “Mr. Yan…”

Yan Zhimuo asked knowingly, “Hmm? What’s wrong? Can’t I even touch my own wife?”

As he spoke wickedly, he pushed his luck by placing a hand on Jian Anmian’s waist, pulling the boy firmly into his arms.

Scoundrel… you rogue! qnq

Jian Anmian was so shy he was shaking, but he didn’t dare resist. He just stared nervously at the elevator door with red eyes, terrified that a crowd would step out the next second and catch the man teasing him.

Just as Jian Anmian was about to hyperventilate from anxiety, the elevator dinked open.

Yan Zhimuo let go with lightning speed, stood up without changing expression, and led Jian Anmian to the table.

Jian Anmian’s heart was already irregular from being teased; now, seeing the table crowded with people, his social anxiety flared instantly.

Yan Zhimuo smiled and introduced the family members one by one. Jian Anmian politely greeted each of them.

The eldest brother, Yan Zhihai, was already in his forties. Though he was only a dozen years older than Yan Zhimuo, he looked almost as old as Yan Zuyi. He had heavy bags under his eyes, his pupils were clouded, and his narrow back was slightly hunched. He gave Jian Anmian a dull look, nodded, and acknowledged him.

Luo Manxiang glanced at Yan Zhihai with disgust before warmly and brusquely ushering Jian Anmian to sit down.

Yan Chengyu stared over eagerly, looking like he wanted to offer a few more rounds of flattery, but he was forcefully suppressed by Luo Manxiang’s glare.

Bai Murong remained the same fragile “White Lotus,” eyes watery and pitiful. She gave Jian Anmian a melancholic, sensitive smile that made his scalp tingle.

The siblings Yan Zhixing and Yan Zhiyue returned to their state of acting like “air,” not saying a word.

The only one who didn’t respond was Yan Zuyi. When Jian Anmian greeted him, he acted as if he hadn’t heard, not even looking at the boy. He let out a cold snort with a sour face and sat down with the support of his eldest son.

Jian Anmian felt so awkward. Having his pride wounded in front of so many people, he instinctively looked to Yan Zhimuo for protection, quietly shuffling closer to him.

Yan Zuyi noticed the movement and gave a contemptuous sneer. “A thing that can’t even stand on a proper stage.”

Jian Anmian was stunned for several seconds before realizing he had just been insulted by the scumbag father.

So… does this count as being ‘abused’?

It was his first time experiencing “abuse” since transmigrating; it felt strangely novel. Jian Anmian looked at Yan Zuyi with an expression of expectation, suddenly curious to see what even more excessive things the scumbag father would say.

However, the next second, Yan Zhimuo slammed his teacup onto the table with a loud clatter. His lowered lashes hid icy eyes as he said tonelessly: “Dad, the audiology department at the Central United Hospital has a pretty good reputation. I’ll make an appointment for you when I have time.”

Yan Zuyi froze. “What do you mean?”

Yan Zhimuo traced the rim of his cup, looked up with cold indifference, and said slowly, word by word: “If your ears are bad, you should seek medical attention immediately. Mianmian greeted you just now. Are you deaf?”

The room instantly became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Jian Anmian: “…”

Did my ‘suffering’ even last for a full second?

Dazed.