Yan Zhou's efficiency was faster than Lin Sui had expected. When he arrived home in the evening, the person had already been sent over.

The teenager had been tidied up and was wearing a white shirt made of expensive fabric, but the scars on his face and his habitual silence made him look somewhat decadently gloomy.

He had probably never worn clothes like this before. The haute couture felt out of place on him, making him look like an exquisitely packaged little stray dog that had just been bullied and beaten up.

Lin Sui was amused by the personified image in his mind. Sitting on the sofa, he waved his hand at Yan Qin.

Yan Qin obediently walked over to his side, casting a layer of shadow over Lin Sui's head.

"I like being looked up at."

Lin Sui beckoned to Yan Qin, propping his cheek as he spoke in a lecturing tone.

Yan Qin squatted down without a word, his deep black eyes quietly looking at the little young master in front of him.

"Good boy."

Lin Sui's eyes and brows curved into a smile as he reached out and rubbed Yan Qin's hair.

Yan Qin had a lot of hair; it was stiff and prickly, not feeling very good to the touch. Therefore, Lin Sui quickly changed spots, shifting to scratch Yan Qin's chin instead.

The fingers above his neck were soft and delicate. Yan Qin subconsciously tightened his jaw, and the fingers resting by his sides clenched.

In the Yan Family, everyone also treated him like a wild dog. Contempt and disdain were commonplace, but that kind of insult was somewhat different from what the teenager in front of him was giving him. Being subjected to someone's attempt to tame him like a dog was even more unbearable than being despised as a wild one.

The Lin Family was even more powerful than the Yan Family. He couldn't afford to provoke them for now; he had to endure it, Yan Qin warned himself.

"Wu Yun is gone, and he is the replacement. His living conditions cannot be worse than Wu Yun's, understand?"

Lin Sui looked at the servants in the house and instructed them with a smiling expression.

The servants nodded repeatedly, each and every one of them trembling with fear, terrified that they would be fired directly by the little young master if they performed poorly in any way.

Yan Qin looked at the floor with an indifferent expression, the veins bulging on the back of his hands that were clenched into fists and hidden by his sides.

The System started cursing loudly in his mind again. Lin Sui replied unhurriedly, 'Before Wu Yun died of old age, it ate fresh meat and milk airlifted in every day, and had a dedicated doctor taking care of it. Its status in the family was no less than that of a little young master; it was a little master.'

'I'm giving Yan Qin better treatment than Wu Yun. What are you still dissatisfied with? Are you saying I'm treating him badly?'

The System was momentarily speechless, then said, 'You are insulting him! Trampling on his dignity!'

'Do you want me to just hold him in the palm of my hand? Wasn't it you who demanded that I couldn't break character?'

An unknown light flickered in Lin Sui's eyes, as if he had thought of something extremely interesting, and he said, 'It's not impossible to hold him in the palm of my hand without breaking character. Turning him into someone in my bed couldn't be more suitable. It just so happens that I appreciate his equip...'

System: 'Shut up!!!'

The System blew its top: 'You are not allowed to climb into his bed again!'

Lin Sui corrected: 'I'll be the one making him climb into my bed.'

After that, Lin Sui stopped talking, because the System was a sore loser and started electrocuting him again.

Yan Qin sensed Lin Sui's aura quieting down and subconsciously looked up at him, bumping into the little young master's line of sight.

The little young master seemed to be enduring some kind of pain. His face was bloodless, and even his dark red lips revealed a hint of paleness.

His eyes were gloomy, like a hidden monster about to struggle out of the ground. He stared straight at him, frantic yet suppressed.

It was a very inexplicable feeling. Yan Qin lowered his eyes to avoid his gaze. His nerves were trembling slightly and his chest felt hot; it was incredibly bizarre.

Yan Qin speculated that Lin Sui might have some illness like migraines. Perhaps this was one of the reasons for his moodiness, and maybe he would inexplicably fly into a rage in the next moment.

However, somewhat out of his expectations, Lin Sui didn't do anything.

He only looked at him with that kind of gaze for a good while, then slowly took a sip of water.

The cup clinking against the coffee table made a crisp sound. The servant standing not far away with their head lowered trembled slightly, as if startled.

Once the pain passed, Lin Sui stood up.

"Let's go, baby, let's go see where you'll be living."

Lin Sui's fingers lightly scratched Yan Qin's cheek, intimate as if calling a dog, and led him towards the second floor.

The second floor was entirely Lin Sui's territory. The master bedroom was extremely spacious; the original guest bedroom had been turned into a walk-in closet, and there was a single bed next to the large bed.

"This is where Wu Yun used to sleep. It's yours now."

Lin Sui pointed at the single bed. This bed was originally supposed to be moved out today. After Lin Sui took over this body, he changed the order and had someone change the bedsheets and quilt.

"Wu Yun was a very smart dog. The things it could do, you should be able to do too, right?"

Lin Sui spoke in a questioning tone, but his attitude didn't seem like it.

Yan Qin nodded, but this still incurred the little young master's dissatisfaction.

"Are you mute? Do you really think you're a dog and can't speak human language?"

"I can."

Yan Qin squeezed out a word from his throat. He had already passed his voice-changing period, so his voice was deep. Perhaps because he hadn't spoken in a long time, his voice was a bit hoarse.

"Good boy."

Lin Sui wanted to pet his head as a reward, but Yan Qin was standing at the moment, so he could only reach his cheek.

Yan Qin obediently lowered his head, and Lin Sui revealed a satisfied smile.

"Sit over here. I'll help you apply your medicine."

Lin Sui was in a great mood. He grabbed the medical kit from the cabinet and beckoned to Yan Qin.

The bruises on Yan Qin's face had become more hideous after a few hours, making this originally handsome face terrible to look at.

Yan Qin sat on the floor, tilting his head up and letting Lin Sui apply medicine on him as if dressing up a doll, remaining as motionless as a block of wood.

Lin Sui thought he must be in pain; otherwise, his facial nerves wouldn't be twitching involuntarily. But he still didn't lighten his touch, applying the medicine to Yan Qin however he pleased.

In his previous life, during the early stages of seducing Yan Qin, he would often apply medicine for him. At that time, he hid all his unbearable and despicable thoughts, pretending to be a harmless and resilient little white flower. He would blow gently on Yan Qin's wounds while applying the medicine, and would even ask with concern if it hurt.

Just recalling his pretentious self made Lin Sui unable to hold back a chuckle.

It was truly too disgusting.

He pressed the cotton swab onto Yan Qin's injury, and Yan Qin couldn't help but let his expression change slightly.

Lin Sui asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Yan Qin guessed Lin Sui's intentions and answered like this.

"If it hurts, it hurts; if it doesn't, it doesn't. I don't like people lying to me. Does it hurt?"

Lin Sui increased the pressure on the cotton swab, and Yan Qin's handsome features distorted slightly.

The voice he answered with carried a bit of gnashing of teeth: "It hurts."

"I like honest babies."

As a reward, Lin Sui lightened his touch and blew gently on Yan Qin's wounds to soothe his pain.

The cool air scattered along with the scent of the ointment, like some kind of tentacles crawling all over Yan Qin's body. He stiffened all over, and even his fingertips grew numb.

In his peripheral vision were Lin Sui's slightly puffed red lips, as well as a large expanse of porcelain-white, delicate skin.

After applying medicine for a while, Lin Sui lost his patience. He planned to end today's dog-teasing game and told Yan Qin to take the ointment and go out.

Yan Qin noticed the little young master's impatience and left the bedroom with the ointment.

He didn't stay quietly in place; instead, he began to familiarize himself with the terrain, searching for the most convenient exit to leave.

Lin Sui leaned back in the soft chair, looking at the footage on the computer monitor, letting Yan Qin do as he pleased.

Yan Qin was still too weak right now. His true transformation would only happen two months later.

The reason Yan Qin had stayed in the Yan Family all this time, never leaving despite suffering all sorts of bullying and humiliation, wasn't because he wanted a share of the Yan Family's inheritance, but because his mother was seriously ill.

Although the head of the Yan Family looked down on Yan Qin's mother, Yan Qin was his son after all. He had no intention of letting his bloodline continue to wander outside. So, to make Yan Qin stay obediently, he took charge of paying his mother's medical bills.

According to the plot given by the System, in a few months, Yan Qin's mother's condition would deteriorate, and by then it would be beyond saving.

With nothing holding him back, Yan Qin vanished from the Yan Family. He studied while building a business from scratch. When he appeared before the Yan Family again, he was already an outstanding young entrepreneur.

Yan Zhou was a useless, spoiled rich kid. In comparison, the head of the Yan Family was naturally willing to choose Yan Qin as the heir. At that time, there would be another storm of blood and gore.

In this story, the original owner of the body Lin Sui transmigrated into was also a stepping-stone cannon fodder who gets his face slapped, responsible for causing trouble for Yan Qin after Yan Zhou bit the dust.

But that was impossible now. Lin Sui stretched his waist. He didn't want to be cannon fodder; he wanted to be the villain.

Looking at Yan Qin on the screen quietly observing his surroundings, Lin Sui revealed a delighted smile.

He would make him grow even faster.

Lin Sui didn't let Yan Qin into the room that night. He originally thought he would just find a random room to sleep in, but he didn't expect to see the tall teenager curled up and asleep at the door when he opened it.

His eyes held quite a bit of astonishment as he kicked Yan Qin's leg with the tip of his foot.

"Why are you sleeping here?"

"You said my bed was inside."

He was like an obedient dog, not daring to enter the room without his master's order, waiting at the door.

Lin Sui squatted down, cupped Yan Qin's face, and smiled sweetly: "You really know how to please me."

If he didn't know Yan Qin, he probably would have thought he was really a cheap bone who liked to meekly submit to bullying and was even willing to be someone's dog. But he just so happened to know Yan Qin well.

His performance when he wanted to disguise himself was truly no less than his own. Fundamentally speaking, perhaps they were the same kind of people—able to endure many things for the sake of their goals.

The System despised him in his mind: 'You and the Child of Fortune are not the same kind of people at all!'

Lin Sui replied perfunctorily: 'Yes, yes, yes. I am willingly degrading myself, while he is enduring hardships to plot revenge.'

However, he felt that his situation back then was better than Yan Qin's current one. After all, although the sweet words back then were fake, the pleasure was real.

Before getting together with Yan Qin, he had never been with anyone else either. After seducing Yan Qin, he actually felt quite happy. It was just that Yan Qin was somewhat insatiable. If only the frequency could be controlled, it would be perfect.

Meeting Lin Sui's gaze, Yan Qin inexplicably shuddered in his heart.

The System detected Lin Sui's thoughts, felt that it had been sullied, and said sternly: 'You're not allowed to think about it!'

Lin Sui's train of thought was interrupted, and he said, quite displeased: 'I can't even think about it? Are you his wife?'

Lin Sui rolled his eyes, a wicked sense of humor emerging: 'No, you being his mother is more like it.'

'Good morning, mother-in-law.'

System: '...'

Could someone come and save it?

The author has something to say:

The System is genderless, but leans male in this story.

Lin Sui: I want a male mother-in-law, I want a male mother-in-law!

System: Enough is enough, you little fox spirit!