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

After leaving the nursing home, Yan Zhi Mo drove toward the Yan family home.

The Yan family lived in a well-known luxury residential district in their city, far away from the noise and bustle of the downtown area. As far as the eye could see, there were dense woods and lawns everywhere. The environment was quiet and elegant, and only after a very long stretch of road would an independent villa come into view.

The car passed through several guard posts and finally drove through a wrought-iron gate with intricate craftsmanship.

Beyond the gate was first a stretch of grass as green as a carpet. In the middle stood an exquisitely carved Western-style fountain. After passing several flowerbeds and a small grove, they could see, far ahead, a gorgeous and extravagant mansion standing tall. They drove for another half minute before finally arriving.

The butler had received notice the moment the car entered the iron gate and had been waiting at the front door early. Now, seeing that Yan Zhi Mo had arrived, he respectfully stepped forward to greet him.

Yan Zhi Mo tossed the car keys to him, then took Jian An Mian’s hand and slowly walked toward the villa’s front doors.

Jian An Mian nervously took a deep breath. Here it came. This time, his road of suffering was truly about to officially begin, right?

The villa’s doors were slowly pushed open.

His sister-in-law, Luo Man Xiang, had her cloud-like hair coiled high and wore a graceful, elegant black qipao. She warmly welcomed them. “Zhi Mo, you’re finally back. This whole house of people has been waiting for you to come home so we can start dinner.”

Behind her trailed a boy who kept craning his head around. He looked no more than two years older than Jian An Mian. The moment he saw the two of them, he shouted with burning passion, “Uncle! Auntie!”

All three people present froze.

Yan Cheng Yu, the nephew, grinned so widely his teeth showed, like a eunuch who had just seen the emperor and empress.

First, he turned to Yan Zhi Mo with a fawning expression and said, “It’s only been a few days since I last saw you, Uncle, but you’ve become even more imposing, handsome, and dashing! No wonder I felt my heart racing from the moment I woke up this morning, with my blood inexplicably boiling and surging in my chest. So it was because you were coming today! My respect for you is like the endless waters of a mighty river, flowing on without end, and like the Yellow River, once unleashed, it can no longer be contained. Uncle, you are a dragon among men, a phoenix among beasts, a crane standing among chickens, the king of all creatures, a born business genius, an immortal descended to earth, the controller of the economic lifeline of billionaires!”

Then he turned to Jian An Mian and spoke with righteous passion. “Auntie, you may not believe it when I say this, but I never used to understand the meaning of the line, ‘There is a refined gentleman, as if cut and polished, as if carved and burnished.’ But the moment I saw you today, I suddenly achieved enlightenment. If there were anything that could describe my first impression of you, it would have to be the eight words, ‘ear-jades shining bright, cap-gems glittering like stars.’ You are as clear and moving as warm, beautiful jade, and you shine like gemstones adorning a crown. You are simply brighter than the stars and Milky Way in the heavens. Your temperament is gentle as a clear breeze, your character noble and pure as green bamboo. No wonder Uncle likes you so much! You and Uncle are simply a pair of golden boys, a match made in heaven, a destined pair! Absolutely perfect!”

Jian An Mian: “…”

Yan Zhi Mo: “…”

Luo Man Xiang: “…”

Jian An Mian shuddered in despair, goosebumps falling all over the floor.

What happened to starting the angst? Was this… a plan to drown him with rainbow-flattery tactics?

Yan Zhi Mo’s mind went slightly blank. No one had ever dared say such embarrassing things to him before. Had this nephew of his always had this sort of personality?

Luo Man Xiang was stunned for a long time. When she came back to herself, her face instantly looked as ugly as if she had eaten shit.

She had told her son to be careful when he saw Yan Zhi Mo and the others later and not to run his mouth, but she had absolutely not meant for her son to kneel and lick like a simp who had turned into a rainbow-fart spirit! She was about to lose all face!

Luo Man Xiang laughed awkwardly twice, then said through gritted teeth, “Haha, this child Cheng Yu, really. He’s so happy to see his uncle and little auntie. Why don’t I usually see your mouth being this sweet? Look, you’ve made your little auntie shy. Why are you all still standing at the door? Hurry in and sit. I’ll go upstairs and call Dad, tell him Zhi Mo is back, and have them hurry down for dinner.”

“You’re too polite, Sister-in-law,” Yan Zhi Mo said with a nod, then took Jian An Mian to sit in the living room.

Yan Cheng Yu followed behind them eagerly like a lackey, grinning playfully as he said, “Uncle, Auntie, I—”

“Cheng Yu!” Luo Man Xiang could not watch anymore. She shot Yan Cheng Yu a warning glare and ordered him with a dark face, “Come upstairs with me to call your father and the others.”

“…Oh, all right.” Yan Cheng Yu could only follow Luo Man Xiang upstairs reluctantly, looking back as if unwilling to part.

Seeing Jian An Mian keep staring upstairs, Yan Zhi Mo snapped his fingers in front of his eyes. “What are you thinking about?”

Jian An Mian blinked. After hesitating for two seconds, he tried to say tactfully, “Your nephew… is very lively.”

Yan Zhi Mo clicked his tongue. “You’re being too subtle. Just say he seems like he has some serious illness.”

Jian An Mian: Pfft. How wicked.

Yan Zhi Mo said, “Also, what do you mean, my nephew? He’s your nephew now too, even though he’s two years older than you and is about to enter his junior year of university.”

Jian An Mian: Ah.

Yan Zhi Mo turned his head to look at Jian An Mian. He raised his hand and gently touched the loose strands of hair behind Jian An Mian’s ear, the corner of his mouth curving as he said meaningfully, “Who told me to be fashionable and marry a little wife twelve years younger than me?”

Jian An Mian’s ears turned red with a whoosh. Like a small animal, he shrank his neck a little, his voice trembling slightly. “Mr. Yan…”

Yan Zhi Mo knowingly asked, “Hm? What’s wrong? My wife, and I can’t even touch you?”

As he said this wickedly, he pushed his luck and moved his hand to Jian An Mian’s waist, pulling Jian An Mian hard toward himself and gathering him into his arms.

S-Stinky hooligan! Sob.

Jian An Mian was so embarrassed he trembled, yet he did not dare resist. He only stared nervously at the elevator doors with reddened eyes, afraid that in the next second, many people would come out and see the man teasing him.

Just as Jian An Mian was so nervous he was about to hyperventilate, the elevator doors opened with a ding.

Yan Zhi Mo quickly let go with sharp eyes and fast hands. Without changing expression, he stood up and led Jian An Mian to the dining table to prepare for the meal.

Jian An Mian’s heartbeat had already become irregular because of the man’s teasing just now. Now, when he raised his eyes and saw a densely packed group of people sitting at the dining table, his social anxiety instantly flared up.

Yan Zhi Mo smiled and introduced everyone to Jian An Mian one by one. Jian An Mian obediently greeted them in turn.

His eldest brother, Yan Zhi Hai, was already in his forties this year. He was clearly only a little over ten years older than Yan Zhi Mo, yet he looked so aged that he could almost compare with Yan Zu Yi. Heavy eye bags drooped beneath his eyes, his pupils were cloudy and dull, and his not particularly broad back was slightly hunched. He looked woodenly at Jian An Mian and nodded, which counted as acknowledging him.

Luo Man Xiang glanced at Yan Zhi Hai with disdain, then warmly and spiritedly urged Jian An Mian to hurry and sit down.

Yan Cheng Yu stared over eagerly, looking as if he still wanted to lick a few more times, but Luo Man Xiang forcefully suppressed him.

Bai Mu Rou still looked like that soft and weak white lotus, her eyes brimming with water, so pitiful that one could not help but feel sorry for her. She gave Jian An Mian a melancholy, sensitive smile, and the smile made Jian An Mian’s scalp go numb.

The siblings Yan Zhi Xing and Yan Zhi Yue had returned to their silent, air-cosplaying state.

Only when Jian An Mian called Yan Zu Yi did Yan Zu Yi act as if he had not heard. He did not even look at Jian An Mian, only gave a cold snort with a stinking expression and sat down with the support of his eldest son.

Jian An Mian felt terribly embarrassed. Being denied face in front of so many people made him instinctively want to seek shelter from Yan Zhi Mo, so he quietly shifted a little closer in Yan Zhi Mo’s direction.

Yan Zu Yi noticed Jian An Mian’s movement and gave a contemptuous scoff. “Something that can’t be shown in public.”

Jian An Mian froze for several seconds before realizing that he had been scolded by the scumbag father.

So… did this count as him being abused?

His first time being abused since transmigrating. It felt oddly fascinating.

Jian An Mian looked at Yan Zu Yi expectantly. He suddenly felt a little curious. What even harsher words would the scumbag father say next?

However, in the next second, Yan Zhi Mo heavily set his teacup on the table with a bang. His lowered lashes hid his icy eyes, and his tone was light as he said, “Dad, the ear department at the city center united hospital has quite a good reputation. When I have time, I’ll make an appointment for you.”

Yan Zu Yi froze. “What do you mean?”

Yan Zhi Mo’s fingers brushed the side of the cup. He lifted his eyes and looked over indifferently, slowly saying word by word, “If your ears aren’t good, you should seek medical treatment in time. Mian Mian greeted you just now. Are you deaf?”

The entire scene instantly fell so silent that even a needle dropping to the floor could be heard.

Jian An Mian: “…”

Did that… even last one second?

Dazed.