Quick Transmigration: What to Do When the Male Supporting Character You Saved Becomes Obsessed with

Chapter 301 Obedient and Clingy Younger Brother (12)

The days that followed were uneventful: going to school, coming home, looking for part-time jobs that didn't discriminate based on age...

"Hey? You seem to be in a pretty good mood lately. What's up? Is something good happening?" Wen Bei slung his backpack over his shoulder and swaggered ahead, turning back to ask Jin Shuhe.

"Why do you ask that?" Jin Shuhe was taken aback.

"I just sensed it! You've seemed pretty happy lately." Wen Bei stroked his chin, striking a detective's pose.

"...I guess so?" Jin Shuhe thought of that night, that rare warm memory.

And last night, I ran into a neighbor in the hallway who was carrying large bags and packages on his way home.

After much thought, Lu Liruan decided that she would have to come up with the interior decoration for the shop herself.

She bought a lot of things, planning to try them out first to see if they looked good before figuring out how to style them.

I originally wanted to fill in the university store's address directly as the shipping address.

However, the express delivery station there is not open yet, so it cannot receive packages temporarily. Lu Liruan can only mail them to her home address.

Quite a few arrived together today; she's already gone down to get them for the second time.

"Sigh..." Lu Liruan wanted to greet Jin Shuhe, but the package she was holding slipped down with a "whoosh."

In an instant, Lu Liruan thought to herself, "I'm doomed!"

It contains porcelain plates; if it's dropped, it'll probably shatter into pieces.

As a result, the boy in front of him was quick-witted and nimble-fingered, catching the box before it even hit the ground.

Lu Liruan breathed a sigh of relief; having long arms is really useful!

"That's impressive!" Lu Liruan nodded to him, gesturing for him to help her get it, then laboriously hooked the key out of her pocket and fumbled for the keyhole.

"Let me do it."

Before Lu Liruan could finish speaking, all the packages in her hands were taken away.

Lu Liruan opened the door and piled all the packages at the entrance.

Thinking there was still a lot left, she had a sudden idea and blinked, "Xiao He, come on, can you help me out?"

A ready-made pool of able-bodied young men!

Jin Shuhe followed behind him without complaint, and the two of them used two black garbage bags to carry back the rest of the items.

Lu Liruan was panting heavily, while Jin Shuhe beside her wasn't even out of breath.

"Still so young..." Lu Liruan sighed with an air of maturity.

"Wait for me a minute!"

After Lu Liruan patted him on the shoulder, Jin Shuhe, confused but a little nervous, waited at the door.

Lu Liruan opened the door, kicked the unstuck package inside, and took out a beautifully packaged box from the kitchen.

“This is…” Jin Shuhe looked at the pattern on the wrapping paper.

"A few days ago, my friends found out I moved and sent me a housewarming gift. They sent a lot of pastries and cakes by express delivery, but I can't eat them all since they've expired. I was wondering if you could help me with some of it, and I was thinking about when I could give them to you." Lu Liruan smiled a little shyly.

Why does it sound like you're asking someone to clean up your trash? Lu Liruan was a little uneasy, afraid that the boy might feel that her actions were making him uncomfortable.

“You…” Lu Liruan glanced at him.

"Ah... thank you! Um..." Jin Shuhe's mind hadn't quite processed what Lu Liruan said when he subconsciously thanked her. Then he wondered if he had accepted the thanks too quickly.

He didn't know why he felt both uneasy and uncontrollably happy.

The neighbor was actually thinking of him.

Why would a neighbor think of him? Why would they care about him? What is it about him that makes him worth thinking about? This thought popped into Jin Shuhe's mind.

The colors in my neighbor's house were still warm. My neighbor stood at the door, backlit, wearing a white dress that looked comfortable and soft, radiating a gentle and comfortable aura.

Jin Shuhe's gaze only fell on the other person's neck; he dared not look up, afraid of revealing too much emotion.

"Why are you being so polite?" Lu Liruan breathed a sigh of relief when he agreed.

Lu Liruan looked at the boy in front of her with his head down. He was much taller than her when he stood up, but now he was bent over, with only the top of his head facing her...

"Ah...no...thank you." Jin Shuhe took the box.

"Next time I come home from school, if I see your package, I'll bring it up for you." Jin Shuhe tried hard to come up with this way to repay Lu Liruan for the gift.

Lu Liruan was taken aback: "Ah! Okay, thank you!"

"Then I'll add you on WeChat... I'll tell you when I get it." Jin Shuhe lowered her head, took out her phone, and then awkwardly pressed the pink back of her phone against her palm.

“My WeChat ID is my phone number. If you need any help from me, you can call me directly,” Lu Liruan said quite solemnly.

She has no way to get any further contact with the child right now, but Lu Liruan hopes that she can help him if he needs it.

Even though he wasn't her mission target, this child still made her feel sorry for him.

"Okay... okay, thank you." Seeing Lu Liruan roll up her sleeves to pack up the package, she quickly thanked her and took her leave.

Jin Shuhe knew that his posture must look like he was fleeing in panic, but he really couldn't stand there.

He didn't know what stance he should take, and he had never faced the same situation before. The sensitive teenager was afraid of messing things up.

In fact, he had already rehearsed in his mind how he should act more naturally when he saw his neighbor again.

When he actually saw it, he was even more flustered than before the drill.

"boom--"

Jin Shuhe closed the door, and after catching her breath, she looked up and realized that the house wasn't empty today.

Aunt Chun was smoking while rummaging through the refrigerator for the few remaining foods.

Hearing the sound, I turned to look.

From Jin Shuhe's flushed face, you can see what he's holding in his arms.

He rarely took the initiative to speak with Jin Shuhe: "Who gave you that?"

She and Jin Shuhe lived in the same house, but the two were not very familiar with each other.

She must be about to go out; her eyes, with fine lines at the corners, were heavily lined, and her lips were painted a deep red, almost like they were dripping blood.

"Neighbor," Jin Shuhe said dismissively, not wanting to talk about Lu Liruan any further.

To everyone's surprise, Aunt Chun's eyes darted around with interest, and she suddenly revealed a knowing look: "Oh, the pretty little girl next door..."

Jin Shuhe frowned when he heard her tone. How come he didn't know that Aunt Chun had met the neighbor?

Since Lu Liruan moved in, she has indeed seen the woman next door more than once.

Except for the time I saw her throw away the electricity bill.

Another time, Lu Liruan came home early from work, carrying snacks she had bought from the supermarket, which she planned to eat while watching the latest anime. She was facing a woman walking towards her.

Unlike the previous days when she was listless, she walked over gracefully with a smile on her lips, talking to herself on the phone.

Her long hair was permed into big curls, and her makeup was charming, yet the signs of time were still visible. Even with foundation, her features remained clear in the fading sunlight.

It's impolite to stare at someone you don't know, so Lu Liruan quickly looked away after just one glance, but the other person clearly didn't realize that.

Women have a habit of subconsciously sizing people up, which made Lu Liruan feel uncomfortable, so she gripped the plastic bag in her hand tighter.

As the two passed each other, she left behind the scent of an unknown brand of perfume in the air.

Sensing Jin Shuhe's suspicious gaze, Aunt Chun laughed: "That little girl is really pretty, but she's quite a bit older than you, isn't she?"

Hearing her casual, joking tone when she mentioned Lu Liruan, Jin Shuhe became even more annoyed and subconsciously asked, "What does this have to do with you?"

The woman was taken aback, not expecting her taciturn child to contradict her.

"It has nothing to do with me, but you seem to have been to their house several times. What, are you two very close?"

"It's...okay." Jin Shuhe didn't say the unfamiliar part, so he used an ambiguous way of putting it.

"Oh, I see... That girl looks quite cute. Hey, have you been dating anyone at school lately? I've heard that people your age are starting to date..." The woman said casually as she rummaged through the refrigerator again.

"Alright!" Jin Shuhe raised his voice to interrupt her.

"What's wrong? I'm just trying to show concern, and you're making a mistake?" Aunt Chun was surprised by Jin Shuhe's sudden impatience.

She walked over and pinched Jin Shuhe's face with her long, black-painted nails.

Jin Shuhe shook her head to avoid her and then carried her things to her room.

"Such a temper, and what an ingrate... I've been feeding and drinking you, and you've made a mistake!"

"Get out of here the day you turn eighteen. I have no obligation to continue supporting you..."

A woman's complaining voice came from behind.

Jin Shuhe felt ashamed and angry, yet she couldn't refute him at all, nor did she even have the right to refute him. Her stomach churned with unease.

Jin Shuhe really wanted to leave right now with his few belongings, but it was just a thought... He had nowhere to go and could only rely on others.

When will these days finally end?

Leaving this place without regard for his studies, the feeling of having no future was too heavy a burden on the young man.

Jin Shuhe recalled his neighbor's smiling face.

Myself and my neighbor...

I never expected anything from my neighbor; I just wanted to spend more time with her.

Things seemed to be getting worse again; the argument between the man and woman outside the bedroom seemed to permeate every moment of the house.

But this is a common occurrence.

Jin Shuhe didn't pay much attention to what they were arguing about, but he occasionally overheard them talking about owing money.

It's rare to find someone who isn't in debt after all these years.

Jin Shuhe closed his eyes, turned off the bedside lamp, turned over, and closed his eyes again in frustration.

He knew what Aunt Chun was doing; she and his father, who had died young, had met at the gambling table.

"Give me back my money!" Aunt Chun cried out in anguish.

"Say one more word and we'll all die together!" the man shouted impatiently.

"Damn it, when I was throwing money at you, why didn't you say you were worried I'd lose it all!"

"Your adopted son..."

Friday morning was no different from any other day. Jin Shuhe entered the classroom just in time for the morning reading session. It was his turn to be on duty in the evening. After finishing his work, there were hardly any people left on the playground.

When Jin Shuhe went upstairs, the small cut on his hand from the mop handle was still throbbing. The corridor lights weren't working very well today, and they only slowly turned on after he walked over.

When Jin Shuhe took out the key and put it into the lock, he realized something was wrong. The door opened without him even turning the key.

The lock is broken?

Jin Shuhe turned on the light, preparing to examine the situation more closely.

The room was a mess, all the cabinet doors were open, even the refrigerator door was open.

Jin Shuhe bypassed the stains on the ground and saw that the chest in Aunt Chun's room was open, which immediately made him wary!

He had seen this scene before... more than once.

At that time, his father was not at home, and whenever the house was like this, he knew that they would be moving soon.

Because the debt collectors have come looking for us.

A vicious thug broke in, smashed tables and chairs, and a man guarding downstairs to prevent them from escaping...

Jin Shuhe was at a loss for what to do, and his extreme anxiety made his fingertips go numb.

Incongruously, memories flooded his mind: a violent knocking on the door, and noisy footsteps in the dark, enclosed space…

And the rustling footsteps—

Mixed together.

Jin Shuhe grabbed his schoolbag and tried to rush out of the room!

But when they reached the door, they stopped in their tracks.

No!

If the debt collectors are just watching outside, they'll come looking for you as soon as the lights come on. Going out now is just walking into their trap!

If you run into them on the stairs or at the door, things will only get worse... You can't run out alone.

They will force you back into your room and, without the neighbors noticing, force you to hand over all your money. This is their usual tactic!

Jin Shuhe pressed his forehead against the back of his hand, feeling the slippery cold sweat.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. Before he could even react to whether it was appropriate, he had already pulled out his phone and dialed that…

After looking at it for several days, I somehow memorized the phone number completely.

"Beep beep—beep beep—" The dial tone of the phone rang.

Just as Jin Shuhe regretted his action and was about to hang up, the other end answered.

"Hello, who is this?"

Through the radio waves, the neighbor's gentle yet slightly puzzled voice came through.

Jin Shuhe swallowed hard, opened his mouth, and found his voice was hoarse and strained.

"Hello... I'm Jin Shuhe." His vocal cords were compressed to the extreme by nervousness, and the voice that came out was hardly like his own.

"Huh? Xiao He, what's wrong?" The other party was clearly surprised to receive a call from her at this moment and was a little puzzled.

At this point, Jin Shuhe began to fully realize that he was causing unnecessary trouble for the other party, and that his actions had exceeded the scope of their relationship.

Meanwhile, another part of the nerves, which were paying attention to the surrounding situation, seemed to hear footsteps approaching from afar.

"Xiao He? What's wrong? What happened?"

Lu Liruan, sensing something was wrong, asked in a more forceful tone, "Say something!"

"I...the debt collectors broke the lock on my house. I don't know...are they downstairs now? Are you home? I...can I hide at your house for a while?" After Jin Shuhe squeezed out these words, the self-esteem she had been trying so hard to maintain collapsed in an instant.