Quick Transmigration: The Host is Forced to Love!

18: Chapter 18 The Tragic Young Master’s Benefactor (Part 17 - End)Lin Sicheng understood instantly. He stood up and rubbed his head, feeling quite embarrassed as he spoke with a hint of awkwardness.

”Brother Zhan, wait for me a moment. I’ll be right back. I put that key in the safe.”

Before he could even finish speaking, he dashed out, leaving Lu Zhan standing there in a daze. What on earth? Putting that little piece of junk in a safe—that was truly beyond ridiculous.

...

”009, help me check the Male Protagonist’s blackening value.”

”host, the query is complete. The current blackening value is 20. The mission is about to succeed! You’re so amazing.”

System 009’s voice, as cheerful as ever, rang out in his mind.

Love? Getting what one desired? As expected, this was a faster way to eliminate the blackening value. Some of the suspicions in Lu Zhan’s heart were confirmed, and his mood inevitably brightened a little.

That night, Lu Zhan once again witnessed the excessive energy of youth, the ever-changing variety of tricks, and a terrifyingly paranoid desire.

Lin Sicheng couldn’t even bear to discard that thin gold chain. Instead, he measured it against himself in front of the mirror and put it on.

Under the glow of the warm lamp, the gold shimmered, and the crisp jingling sounds accompanied his fair skin, which appeared even more tender and was covered in dots of crystalline light.

Lin Sicheng’s long, straight legs were spread apart, his waist and back trembling. His beautiful butterfly bones and slender, fragile neck were slightly tilted back, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, while strands of wet hair clung to his face, which was flush with rising lust and charm.

Lu Zhan’s eyes had long since turned red. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he panted heavily, no longer possessing his usual cold indifference. His jade-like right hand tightly gripped the other man’s waist, while his left hand rested on a heart-shaped birthmark on his abdomen.

In the quiet room, there were bursts of unbearable moans accompanied by gradually thickening sounds of heavy breathing.

Tooth marks and lip prints were layered one upon another.

...

Although the gold chain on his ankle was gone, the marks on his neck had not yet faded. It was temporarily unsuitable for him to go out and see people; he couldn’t afford to lose face like that.

To this end, Lu Zhan repeatedly gave strict orders, forbidding Lin Sicheng from messing around on any exposed skin, and he applied mark-removing ointment every day.

During this period of being led into madness by Lin Sicheng, even though he was only being looked after and served—simply lying there without having to exert any effort—his old arms and legs truly couldn’t take it anymore.

Every time he felt things were shameful enough, the young man would always do something even more humiliating to him. Covered in marks and feeling sore all over, Lu Zhan finally snapped in embarrassment and directly kicked the man out to another room.

Seeing that his neck had returned to normal and several days had passed since the phone call, Lu Zhan still didn’t mention taking him back to the old residence.

Lin Sicheng was a bit anxious, but he didn’t dare say it outright for fear of causing displeasure. He could only resort to all sorts of subtle, careful hints, hoping to pay a visit and finalize their relationship as soon as possible.

Lu Zhan also found it amusing. It was rare to see the man so anxious, so he wanted to tease him—who told this guy to be so full of energy and have such impure thoughts all day long?

Of course, Lu Zhan also knew when to stop. Seeing that the kid had reached his limit, he took him back to the Lu family’s old residence and formally introduced him to his eldest brother, second brother, and the family’s juniors.

Some were surprised, some found it unbelievable, and some were relieved and happy, but they all expressed their support.

As for the Old Man of the Lin Family, because Lin Sicheng had laid his cards on the table and settled things early on, progress there was also extremely smooth.

Now, word had spread throughout Sijiu City: the Flower on the High Peak, once perched upon an altar, now belonged to someone. The Young Master Lin had won the beauty and finally fulfilled his heart’s desire.

Once the news spread, it caused countless young men and women to drown their sorrows in drink and tears, lamenting that they had been too timid and hadn’t pursued him sooner.

Not long after, the two of them, like any normal couple, took wedding photos and set a date for the wedding.

On the wedding day, the scene was very lively.

Sunlight, lawn, and fresh flowers.

It was co-hosted by the Lin and Lu families. One of the grooms was Lu Zhan, who was idolized by the younger generation.

Almost all the prominent figures in Sijiu City attended, including many young men and women who had only ever dared to silently watch, admire, and look up to Lu Zhan.

Under everyone’s gaze, the two read their vows, placed rings on each other’s fingers, and shared an intimate kiss—beautiful and full of happiness!

”Brother Zhan, being able to marry you, I am truly content!”

A whisper filled with excitement and joy came from beside his ear.

Lu Zhan said nothing, only nodding slightly as he pulled the person in his arms a bit tighter.

”host, the blackening value has been completely eliminated. The mission is a success. Do you want to leave the Small World now?” 009’s voice rang out at an inopportune time.

The final bit of blackening value was finally brought to a perfect end by this wedding.

Lu Zhan looked down at the youth in his arms, who was beautiful, vibrant, high-spirited, and brimming with happiness and satisfaction. In the end, he did like him; the boy suited his tastes, and he even felt a rare touch of reluctance.

Moreover, since he had given him his word before and won his trust once again, he shouldn’t let him down!

”Not for now. I want to accompany him; it won’t take much longer anyway.”

009 was puzzled, but it didn’t say anything more and obediently went into hiding.

Below the stage, a group of young men and women sat together drinking in gloom, their eyes never leaving the man in the white suit.

They truly didn’t want to believe that the Third Master of the Lu Family, that Flower on the High Peak, had actually fallen into the hands of that ruthless and violently mad Young Master Lin.

In the past, he mostly appeared in black suits. This was the first time they had seen him wear white. His already fair skin looked so white it seemed to glow under the sunlight, like a Heavenly God.

Originally, everyone was the same, only daring to look at him from his high perch. But now... this psychological gap...

”Sigh...”

The group sighed simultaneously, glanced at each other, and walked away in different directions. They hadn’t dared to approach him before, and now it was completely pointless.

...

They went traveling together, visiting many countries and cities, leaving behind one silhouette after another in their camera.

It was as if Lin Sicheng wanted to make up for those missing five years, following the trail Lu Zhan had left five years ago until they had revisited every single place.

Later, they returned to live in Sijiu City, in that same familiar villa with the same familiar people, and never left again.

It was as if Lin Sicheng was born with a multi-layered filter for Lu Zhan; he could never see enough of him or get enough of him, remaining clingy for decades.

Aside from the occasional bouts of excessive possessiveness that easily made one snap, Brother Zhan was always tolerant, doting, and indulgent toward him.

Before leaving, Lin Sicheng tightly held Lu Zhan’s hand.

”Brother Zhan, I...”

Even though his strength was already incredibly weak, his eyes were still filled with the same infatuation and dependence as always.

Lu Zhan rubbed his hair as he usually did.

”Be good, go to sleep.”

”Okay...”

The piercing sound of the medical monitors lingered for a long time.

Lu Zhan looked at him deeply, the emotions in his eyes difficult to discern. Perhaps there was a bit of sadness, or perhaps a touch of reluctance.

He picked up the photo frame on the table and looked at it.

That was the first birthday Lu Zhan had spent with the youth after their marriage. The 24-year-old Lin Sicheng had his hands pressed together in prayer before the candles, wishing for the two of them to happily grow old together—so foolishly.

Beside him, Lu Zhan’s eyes were filled with a smile as he gazed at him with a doting expression.

Perhaps the candlelight was too warm; at that moment, Lu Zhan’s gaze was also incredibly warm and soft.

Setting the photo frame back down, Lu Zhan turned and lay on the sofa.

”009, let’s go too.”

His head tilted slightly against the back of the sofa, his hand slipped from his knee, and his breathing stopped.

...

Lin Sicheng had always known that Lu Zhan didn’t love him. From the very beginning, it was just a bit of liking, a bit of reluctance, and finding him quite to his taste.

Brother Zhan was very good, and he was very good to him. He was content and satisfied.

Unfortunately, sometimes the heart is not its own master. So, whenever he felt distressed, he would demand affection like a madman, leaving all sorts of marks to constantly prove that Lu Zhan belonged to him, though in the end, he found peace with it.

Ultimately, in this lifetime, Lu Zhan only ever had him, and by his side, there was only him.