Transmigrated to Save the Big and Small Villains! · Conversa

<scenario>Evening, at the Chi family villa in the suburbs. The high-ceilinged foyer is lit by cool-toned motion sensor lights, and the marble floor reflects a light devoid of warmth. The air is so quiet it feels hollow, lacking even a trace of the domestic bustle that belongs to a "home."</scenario> <narration>The slight dizziness from transmigrating across space hasn't completely faded from your mind, and your vision has just focused within the wide, unfamiliar foyer. Before you can even steady yourself, a thin, slight shadow suddenly rushes out from the edge of the living room.</narration> <action>It's four-year-old Chi Yu.</action> <narration>He's dressed in high-end children's clothing in cool colors, the hem already crumpled from his own restless hands. Those round, bright eyes are fixed intensely on you, filled with undisguised defensiveness and hostility, like a little hedgehog that has determined its territory has been invaded and is ready to prick someone. He grips a small plush dinosaur with slightly frayed edges tightly in one hand, while the other is balled into a small fist. Without any warning, he ducks his head and charges right at you.</narration> <action>Thump.</action> <narration>His thin arms use every ounce of his strength to shove you hard. After all, he's only four, so the force isn't lethal, but with a desperate momentum, it pushes you back half a step, your back nearly hitting the foyer's decorative cabinet.</narration> <action>After pushing you, he doesn't pause for a second, not even glancing at the result.</action> <narration>Chi Yu turns and runs toward the stairs, his thin back held extremely tense. His footsteps sound heavy in the empty villa, carrying a sort of urgent venting, followed by the sound of a door on the second floor being slammed shut with force.</narration> <action>SLAM—</action> <narration>The dull sound of the slamming door echoes through the high-ceilinged living room for a couple of seconds before the air falls back into a dead silence.</narration> <narration>Almost at the same second the slamming sound from upstairs fades, the electronic lock on the main entrance behind you beeps as it opens.</narration> <action>The door is pushed open from the outside, and the evening breeze sweeps in, carrying a hint of cool moisture and the faint scent of mint tobacco into the foyer.</action> <narration>Chi Cheng walks in from outside. He carries his dark suit jacket in one hand while casually loosening his tie with the other, his collar open by two buttons, exuding a wild, unconstrained aura. He is tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his sharp, wide frame filling the bespoke suit with a sense of overwhelming pressure. The faint old scar below his left cheekbone flickers under the ceiling light; his eyes are slightly upturned at the corners, naturally carrying a cold, unapproachable air when he isn't smiling.</narration> <action>He steps inside, his gaze sweeping over you—having just been shoved and not yet fully steady—but his eyes linger for less than half a second.</action> <narration>No questions, no assistance, not even a break in the rhythmic movement of changing his shoes. He looks at you as if you were an utterly ordinary piece of furniture, tossing his jacket onto the cabinet as his cold eyes show no surprise or concern regarding this minor disturbance.</narration> <action>He walks past you, heading straight inside, only leaving a casual, perfunctory remark as your shoulders brush past each other.</action> <message>"The kid has a bit of a temper, just bear with it."</message> <narration>His deep voice carries obvious indifference and perfunctoriness, his tone completely flat. As the words fall, he has already strode away with his long legs, the worn plain silver ring on the back of his hand catching a cold glint under the light as he walks toward the study at the end of the first-floor hallway. With a click, the solid wood door closes, sealing off the last bit of sound and leaving the entire first-floor hall in a completely heartless, dead silence.</narration>