Kind Bai Ze

At a red light, the driver stopped the car.

He turned his head cautiously and asked, "Young Master, the family doctor has been arranged. Do you need..."

"No need, I'm not injured." Bai Ze waved his hand lightly, speaking casually.

The man probed further, "Then... would you like to keep a psychologist on standby?"

Bai Ze: "..."

Hearing the word psychologist, Bai Ze suddenly remembered — the reason why the original Bai Ze was arrogant, cold, and paranoid wasn't just a personality issue.

The root cause stemmed from a psychological problem triggered by a kidnapping in his youth.

Bai Ze rolled his eyes at the car roof.

Wtf!

I've only transmigrated once — isn't it bad enough that this body isn't physically healthy? Now even my mind isn't sound?

"No need. Drive, Uncle Zhang, the light's green."

Bai Ze responded faintly, then leaned his head against the seat, closing his eyes.

The driver quickly replied, "Understood, Young Master."

Then he turned back around and smoothly drove the car toward the Bai family estate.

The man drove with such steady hands that Bai Ze, without even noticing, fell asleep in the car.

"Young Master, we're home."

Bai Ze rubbed his eyes. "Mm, got it."

Seeing Bai Ze wake up, the driver quickly got out of the car, circled to the backseat, and opened the door for him.

Still groggy from sleep, Bai Ze stumbled as he stepped out, nearly losing his balance.

"Shit!"

He cursed softly and instinctively reached out for support, aiming to grab the driver's arm.

However, before his hand could fully extend, he felt a gentle yet firm force at his waist and arm, holding him steadily.

Bai Ze was stunned for two seconds.

By his ears, delicate, sweet, soft, and melodious voices poured in one after another.

"Young Master, careful! Are you alright?"

"Young Master..."

"Young Master, does it hurt?"

Everyone knew that a person couldn't produce multiple tones at the same time.

Which meant—

Bai Ze wasn't hearing one person... but a whole chorus.

He glanced down at his arms — six or seven fair, delicate hands were holding him up.

Looking around, his eyes were met with an unprecedented visual shock.

Seven or eight tall, stunning young women surrounded him, all dressed in matching black-and-white maid uniforms.

The uniforms seemed custom-made — the collars were cut low, lined with white ruffles, revealing a fair expanse of skin. With the breeze passing by, they looked both playful and alluring.

A pair of long legs wrapped in black stockings peeked out from beneath each skirt, exuding endless temptation.

Supported by these slender hands, Bai Ze felt like he was floating.

So... this was how a physically and mentally broken villainous young master found happiness.

A faint smile curved at Bai Ze's lips, and he lazily replied to their concerns, "I'm fine."

He recalled how the book described Bai Ze's cold and distant nature — a man of few words, indifferent even to his servants.

But in the next second, Bai Ze truly realized how much impact a simple smile from him had on these girls.

The bright surprise in their eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky.

It was as if they'd won a multi-million-dollar lottery jackpot.

The voices that had been forcibly suppressed just moments ago suddenly rose again, more enthusiastic than ever.

"Young Master, are you really okay?"

"Young Master, did you hurt yourself?"

"Young Master, I was so worried!"

"Young Master, I was even more worried! I cried all night and couldn't sleep — look, my eyes are swollen!"

Bai Ze's heart soared.

He was just about to break the original villain's cold persona and offer a few comforting words to these lovely girls.

But before he could speak, a deep, stern voice interrupted him.

"The Young Master prefers peace and quiet. He just escaped danger — don't crowd him. Go back inside and wait."

At those words, the delicate hands clinging to Bai Ze immediately retracted.

Bai Ze blinked and looked toward the voice.

An elderly man stood there — his silver hair neatly combed back, sharp eyes gleaming beneath a face lined with age. Despite his years, his posture was straight, exuding wisdom and authority.

Without a doubt — the family butler.

He had been taken in by Bai Ze's great-grandfather as a child and raised as an adopted son. However, feeling indebted, the man chose to serve the Bai family as their lifelong butler instead.

He was utterly loyal to the Bai family, and the Bai family treated him like kin in return.

His two grandsons, Da Niu and Er Niu, were the same two blockheads who drove Bai Ze earlier.

Bai Ze pursed his lips.

How did those two idiots inherit any of their grandfather's wisdom or steadiness?

He opened his mouth lightly, "Butler Bai."

The old man nodded. "Young Master, the Master and Madam are still on their way. Would you like to have breakfast first or rest in your room?"

Originally, he would have suggested calling the family doctor too — but the message from earlier had made it clear that the Young Master was still resistant to seeing doctors.

Bai Ze frowned.

Back at the villa in the southern district, he'd eaten quite a bit of the noodles Lin Yuxi made — his stomach still hadn't recovered.

"I'll skip breakfast. My stomach's off, and my head's a little dizzy. I'll take a walk in the garden."

He waved his hand lightly. "You all go rest. No need to follow."

His voice was calm, yet left no room for argument.

The crowd immediately dispersed, leaving Bai Ze alone at the grand entrance.

What appeared before Bai Ze's eyes was the open main door. The entrance hall was about three meters high, and when he looked up, there were several more floors above.

Bai Ze frowned, feeling that the building before him was not an ordinary villa, but...

He took a few steps back to see the whole structure clearly.

The overall design was irregular, exaggeratedly resembling an unstable electrocardiogram.

It also looked like a piece of art placed on the earth — European style, extraordinarily luxurious.

The height was roughly five floors. Judging from its floor area, accommodating a hundred people would be no problem.

The original novel didn't describe much about the Bai family's residence, only mentioning that the Bai family's estate was built in the heart of the city where every inch of land was worth gold.

Moreover, it was an independent compound, not a row house or a standalone villa in some ordinary community.

It was a piece of land won by Bai Ze's great-grandfather at an auction. Later, he hired a famous designer to build the villa, and Bai Jingkuo had it renovated once again.

Bai Ze walked lazily around the courtyard.

He glanced at the tall surrounding walls and the two guards standing like stone statues at the security booth a thousand meters away, too far to be clearly seen with the naked eye.

Bai Ze couldn't help but click his tongue.

He knew his family was wealthy, but he never expected them to be this ridiculously rich.

Honestly, Bai Ze wasn't particularly interested in strolling around the courtyard. Though Luochuan enjoyed spring-like weather all year round, the February air still carried a chill.

The wind brushing against Bai Ze's face made him shiver.

"Achoo."

"Achoo."

Bai Ze sniffed, feeling an itch in his nose.

Something felt off — not like a cold, more like... rhinitis.

He furrowed his brows and cursed silently.

That damn author — not only did they give him a weak body and psychological issues, but now he had allergic rhinitis too?

But after thinking carefully, Bai Ze realized... the original story never mentioned anything about rhinitis.

"WTF!"

Bai Ze stood frozen in place, his gaze empty, his heart filled with despair.

It was him — the transmigrator — who had brought his rhinitis into this world. He had it in his previous life.

No wonder he kept sneezing back at the southern villa — he thought it was because he caught a cold from sitting on the cold tiles.

Annoyed, Bai Ze summoned the system.

"Seriously? You didn't bring any good stuff over, but you brought my rhinitis?!"

[Host, while this system is considerate, it is not good at flattery or lying...]

[In your original world, you didn't have anything worth bringing over...]

"...I... I... I'm speechless."

If this honest and serious system could appear before him right now, Bai Ze would absolutely use his broken combat skills to beat it to a pulp!

But the next second, the system's voice became even more infuriating.

[Host... your mom...]

Bai Ze's eyes widened, his tone rising, "You dare curse me?"

[No, Host... your mom has returned.]

Bai Ze: "..."

What the hell?!

Who taught these AIs to speak with such dramatic pauses?!

Snapping back to reality, Bai Ze turned his gaze toward the front gate, where a white RV slowly drove in.

The two "stone lion" guards moved to open the gate. Behind the RV, five or six other cars followed at a distance — quite the grand convoy.

But in the next second, Bai Ze understood.

Only the white RV was allowed inside, while the cars behind were all stopped at the gate.

Reporters poured out of the cars like dumplings falling into a pot — some carrying microphones, others with cameras, and a few with nothing but mobile phones.

They clung desperately to the gate, looking both eager and excited.

Bai Ze suddenly recalled a profession that once felt far removed from him — journalists.

He stood where he was, making no effort to greet the RV. If the driver could pull up to the main house, why should he waste energy walking over?

Bai Ze adjusted his suit and recalled how the original character treated his parents. He plastered a dazzling smile on his face.

But before he could take another step, a blinding flash of light hit his eyes.

He glanced toward the source of the light and saw —

A chubby man clinging to the high wall on his left.

The distance wasn't too far, and Bai Ze could faintly hear the man's voice.

"Bai Young Master, how do you feel about being kidnapped?"

"Were you subjected to inhumane treatment?"

"It's said the kidnappers were heartless. Did they... violate you?"

"During those ten hours, did you beg for mercy?"

Bai Ze's gaze swept lazily toward the fat man, his eyes turning cold.

No wonder people hated journalists — the questions they asked hardly sounded like something a normal human would ask.

But Bai Ze smiled brightly at the man, curling his finger in a beckoning motion.

"Come in, I'll give you an exclusive interview..."

The fat man, clearly missing a few brain cells, believed him. He straightened up, ready to climb down.

Bai Ze's smile deepened. His long lashes lowered slightly, his voice cool but powerful.

"...I'll also give you a chance to become tonight's corpse in the wilderness."

The fat man froze mid-climb, his face pale.

With a startled yelp, he slipped off the wall, landing with a thud.

He clutched his camera and scrambled to his feet, cold sweat soaking his back.

He had heard that Bai Ze was arrogant and aloof, and Bai Jingkuo had already warned the media not to disturb his son.

But the fat man had taken his chances, thinking that public figures cared more about their public image.

Even if Bai Ze refused to answer, a few embarrassing photos would still sell for a good price.

He never expected that the young master would look straight into the camera and casually deliver such a chilling death threat.

That disdainful expression — he had been treated like an ant to be crushed at will.

With trembling fingers, the fat man quickly deleted the footage.

No matter how high the price, some things just weren't worth dying for.