After The Beautiful Drama Queen’s Marriage To The Wealthy Tycoon - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: I Want Hubby to Pick Me Up

The next day, Jiang He received a photo from Qi Hanchuan. On the office desk sat the water cup he had personally made, complete with a matching cat-print coaster.

Jiang He zoomed in on the coaster. He really liked it, so he sent Qi Hanchuan a message: This coaster is a perfect match. Did you get it yourself?

A few minutes later, Qi Hanchuan replied: My secretary got it.

Jiang He demanded as a matter of course: I want one too. Get one for me.

This time it took ten minutes for Qi Hanchuan to reply: I’ll bring it back for you tonight.

While drinking milk, Jiang He typed back with one hand: Thank you, Hubby. I want blue or pink.

Qi Hanchuan sent back a cold “Mm” and nothing else, but Jiang He bombarded him with a flurry of stickers, heading out in a great mood.

He had a busy schedule today. The batch of rescue kittens he’d mentioned was arriving, and he needed to help out. He also had to visit the cat café to decide whether to launch their newly developed coffee blend.

Under the scorching sun, Jiang He looked up and sighed: “I really have a life of toil.”

The driver couldn’t help but chuckle at his dramatic sigh, then quickly lowered his head, fearing he might offend Jiang He.

Jiang He’s sparkling eyes turned toward the driver, full of gossip: “Big Brother, how long have you been a driver here?”

The driver was flattered and answered respectfully: “Young Master Jiang, I’ve only been here for two years.”

Jiang He walked toward the car, saying, “Then you must know a lot about Qi Hanchuan. Tell me some stories.”

The driver said hurriedly, “I don’t know anything at all.”

He truly didn’t know much. On his first day, the housekeeper had instructed him never to gossip about the employer’s affairs, or he’d be packed off immediately.

Jiang He clicked his tongue. “No fun.”

The driver fell silent. Seeing Jiang He close his eyes, he lowered the partition and played some soothing music, wiping a cold sweat from his brow.

At the rescue station, Jiang He was swamped. The new kittens needed baths, and to save costs, he and Fang Zhiyi did the work themselves. There was also a group of cats due for vaccinations. Jiang He was as busy as a spinning top, even forgetting to eat lunch.

By the time he finished, it was past 2:00 PM. Jiang He was so hungry his stomach was sticking to his back. He sat cross-legged on the floor without a shred of dignity, leaning against a cat cage as he said to Fang Zhiyi, “I’m so tired and hungry. I wish someone would deliver food to my face and feed me.”

Fang Zhiyi smiled. “Go wash up first. I’ll buy food and come back to feed you.”

Just as he finished speaking, Jiang Xu and his assistant appeared at the door. Jiang Xu stepped forward quickly, pulled Jiang He up from the floor, and sat him on a stool. He fussed over the cat hair on Jiang He’s clothes with a pained expression. “Why do you make yourself so tired? You refuse to let me send people to help you.”

Jiang He tilted his head and leaned against Jiang Xu’s shoulder, his voice soft and drained of energy. “Jiang Xu, you don’t understand. You only get a sense of achievement if you do this kind of thing yourself.”

Running the rescue station was his passion; it would be meaningless if he just hired people to do it.

“Fine, I don’t understand.” Jiang Xu glanced at the cat hair floating in the air and looked at Fang Zhiyi. “Let’s eat lunch in the courtyard. There’s too much cat hair in here.”

Fang Zhiyi nodded and quickly set up a folding table in the yard while the assistant moved the stools out.

Jiang He hung onto Jiang Xu, acting half-dead. “Brother, can you feed me? I’m so tired I don’t have the strength to hold chopsticks.”

Jiang Xu dragged Jiang He to wash his face and hands, then plopped him back on the stool, patting his shoulder considerately. “Don’t worry, I prepared a spoon for you.”

Jiang He pointed a slightly trembling finger at Jiang Xu. “Wow, Jiang Xu. I’ve only been moved out for a few days and you’re already so cold to me. Do you have another favorite little brother now?”

Jiang Xu ignored the accusation and placed a bowl full of food in front of him, handing him the utensils. “Just eat. It’s 2:00 PM and you haven’t had lunch. Your stomach is already weak; you need to take care of yourself.”

Fang Zhiyi asked politely, “Has Brother Jiang Xu eaten?”

“I have. You two go ahead.”

Exhaustion was one thing, but hunger was life-threatening. Combined with the delicious food Jiang Xu brought, Jiang He had no time for chatter and ate quietly.

Looking at the usually picky Jiang He devouring his food out of starvation, Jiang Xu couldn’t help but feel bad. “I transferred 500,000 to your card. Taking care of these cats and dogs isn’t cheap. Tell me when you need more.”

Jiang He’s café profit was decent, but supporting so many animals was a struggle, especially with the large new batch today.

Jiang He actually used a respectful title for once, mumbling through a mouthful of rice: “Thanks, Brother.”

Once full, Jiang He lost all remaining energy and leaned back in his chair, refusing to move. While the assistant cleared the table and went to buy cold drinks, Jiang Xu watched the exhausted Jiang He and asked, “How have you and Qi Hanchuan been getting along? Is he still cold to you?”

Jiang He shook his head and made a grasping motion with his pale hand, his voice full of smugness: “I have him completely under my thumb now.”

Jiang Xu chuckled. “You’re quite capable then.”

“Do you even have to ask who I am?” Jiang He’s face was full of pride. “I’m Jiang He, your biological brother.”

Jiang Xu checked his watch and stood up, patting Jiang He’s head. “I need to get back to the office. If it’s too much, tell me and I’ll send help. Don’t exhaust yourself; Mom and Dad will be heartbroken if they find out.”

Jiang He’s eyes brightened as he gave his brother a “bad” idea: “Just don’t tell them and they won’t know!”

“You’re so clever.” Jiang Xu gave the back of his neck a playful squeeze. He smiled at Fang Zhiyi and left.

Once Jiang Xu was gone, Jiang He slumped back into his “half-dead” state. “Xiao Fang, I’m so tired.” He had only been putting on a strong front so Jiang Xu wouldn’t worry.

Fang Zhiyi was also exhausted. He thought for a moment and said to Jiang He, “How about I treat you to a massage?”

Jiang He instantly perked up. “After the massage, let’s go book some male models.”

“Book male models?” Fang Zhiyi was confused. Is there a logical connection there?

Jiang He nodded solemnly, showing no sign of joking. “Yes. Book. Male. Models.”

He hadn’t succeeded yesterday, so today was the day. Didn’t Qi Hanchuan say he didn’t care what he did? He wanted to see if the man could stay calm if he actually did it.

As it turned out, Jiang He had overestimated his importance in Qi Hanchuan’s heart.

While he was surrounded by handsome men at the club, sending one video after another to Qi Hanchuan, the latter remained as immovable as a mountain. He only left the office after finishing all his work.

Upon opening his phone to see the mess of videos, a voice message from a friend popped up: “Hanchuan, your new male wife plays quite wildly. He went to Pei Mingxuan’s club and booked ten male models.”

Pei Mingxuan was the youngest son of the Pei family and a socialite. His club had good privacy, so there was little risk of paparazzi.

Qi Hanchuan replied coldly: Are you there too?

His friend immediately called him. As soon as Qi Hanchuan picked up, he heard an excited voice: “I’m here! Pei Mingxuan invited me. Why? Do you need me to help bring your male wife home?”

Qi Hanchuan said, “No need. He’ll leave when he’s had enough.”

Xie Yunting clicked his tongue. “You really don’t care at all?”

“I don’t,” Qi Hanchuan said flatly. Where Jiang He went and what he did was his own freedom.

Over the phone came the sound of a lighter and a puff of smoke. Xie Yunting continued, “I don’t get you. If this gets exposed, it’s bad for both families. Plus, that little young master of the Jiang family is so good-looking—aren’t you worried someone will take advantage of him? You know these models all want to latch onto a rich kid to climb the social ladder.”

Qi Hanchuan maintained his unperturbed tone: “He is an adult; he should be responsible for his own actions.”

“You don’t get it. You don’t care if your wife is being pawed at? How are you different from an ‘impotent husband’ in a movie?”

Qi Hanchuan said nothing. Xie Yunting added, “Looking at him, he’s probably drunk. Decide for yourself if you want to come over.”

Beep. The call ended. Qi Hanchuan looked out at the passing scenery, not instructing the driver to turn around. However, Jiang He suddenly placed a video call to him. Qi Hanchuan hesitated for two seconds before answering.

A flushed, beautiful face appeared on the screen. The youth’s clear voice had become sticky and slurred from the alcohol, sounding like he was acting spoiled: “Hubby, come pick me up and take me home. I’m drunk, and it’s too noisy here.”

The background music and chatter were indeed deafening. Qi Hanchuan frowned. “I’ll have the driver go get you.”

Jiang He pouted aggrievedly. “No. I want Hubby to come. Otherwise, I’m not going home.”

Qi Hanchuan watched a large hand reach out and touch Jiang He’s face on screen, only to be slapped away by Jiang He. Qi Hanchuan’s voice remained flat: “If you haven’t had enough fun, you can stay longer. You can even come back tomorrow morning.”

Although his tone was calm, the words sounded a bit sarcastic, though Qi Hanchuan didn’t realize it.

Jiang He became even more aggrieved, barking at the people around him to not touch him, then leaning into the phone to wheedle: “No! You come get me. I want to go home.”

Qi Hanchuan hadn’t intended to go, but seeing Jiang He in that incoherent state, it was indeed easy for people to take advantage of him. Plus, if he left the club in that state, he might actually be photographed.

After two seconds of silence, Qi Hanchuan instructed the driver: “To the Night Flame Club.”

Jiang He’s chirping voice came through the phone: “Yes, yes, yes! I’m at Night Flame! Hubby, you’re so smart. Hurry up and get me, I’m so dizzy.”

Qi Hanchuan ordered coldly, “Make those men leave. And stop drinking.”

Drunk Jiang He was exceptionally obedient. He really kicked the models out and curled up on the sofa to wait for Qi Hanchuan. Next to him, Fang Zhiyi was already passed out, singing at the top of his lungs in his sleep.

It was horribly out of tune.

Qi Hanchuan looked at Jiang He’s silly expression on the screen and massaged his brow tiredly. What a nuisance.