After The Beautiful Drama Queen’s Marriage To The Wealthy Tycoon - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: You Are Very Strange

Perhaps out of a guilty conscience, Jiang He was unusually quiet. He obediently listened to whatever Qi Hanchuan said; he even agreed when told to sit still by himself. He simply stared at Qi Hanchuan with an innocent face, attempting to make the other man soften his heart.

Qi Hanchuan was a bit angry tonight and didn’t want to indulge him. He kept his head down, focusing on work and pretending not to see Jiang He’s expression.

After a period of silence, Jiang He couldn’t help but speak: “Hubby.

Qi Hanchuan replied coldly: “I’m busy.

Jiang He was drunk, which made him quite bold. He reached out, grabbed Qi Hanchuan’s hand, tilted his head, and lay directly on Qi Hanchuan’s lap. He blinked and said, “You can still be busy like this. I won’t disturb you.

Qi Hanchuan looked at him with utter helplessness. Jiang He closed his eyes, pretending not to notice, and lay on the man’s lap with a clear conscience.

When sober, Jiang He would at most talk big, but he wouldn’t truly cross lines. However, while drunk, he didn’t care about the consequences; he only wanted to be comfortable. He didn’t consider for a second how ambiguous it was to lie on someone else’s lap.

A second before Jiang He lay down, Qi Hanchuan moved his tablet aside, afraid of poking him. Looking at that beautiful face, he said calmly: “Get up.

He clearly could have just reached out and pulled the boy up, but he remained still, only using his voice.

Jiang He didn’t listen. He grabbed Qi Hanchuan’s hand and hugged it to his chest, muttering: “My head is spinning. I have to lie down to get better.

Qi Hanchuan sighed, took a blanket to cover him, and propped his chin on one hand, watching the scenery flash by the car window. His left hand was being held; it felt warm and soft.

By the time they reached home, Jiang He hadn’t woken up. Qi Hanchuan didn’t wake him; he simply carried him upstairs. Just as they reached the bedroom, Jiang He woke up.

Qi Hanchuan set him down on the sofa, scrutinizing him from above.

Jiang He raised a hand and said, “I can shower by myself.”

He hadn’t drunk much, and the wine wasn’t high proof. By now, he was mostly sobered up, though his head was still spinning a bit, and he couldn’t quite control his impulses.

Qi Hanchuan said nothing and turned to go run the bathwater.

Jiang He leaned his head against the sofa, thinking dazedly. Things seemed different between him and Qi Hanchuan. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but the old Qi Hanchuan definitely wouldn’t have gotten angry just because he was disobedient and drank. Previously, when he went to hire male models, Qi Hanchuan hadn’t even blinked.

He got angry over medicine, and he got angry over wine. There was no need for it he could have just ignored him.

Jiang He couldn’t figure it out. His thoughts were a messy tangle. As soon as Qi Hanchuan came out, he asked: “Why do you care about me?

Qi Hanchuan froze, his gaze turning calm as he looked at Jiang He. “You don’t want me to care?

Jiang He looked at him blankly. No.

Qi Hanchuan walked over to him, looking down into those unfocused eyes. “Then why ask that out of the blue?

Jiang He frowned and stared at Qi Hanchuan for a while, then suddenly said: “You are very strange.

The corner of Qi Hanchuan’s mouth quirked up, his tone becoming unconsciously gentle: “How so?

He thought it was just the drunk talk talking.

Jiang He scratched his hair and started counting on his fingers for Qi Hanchuan to hear: “Before, you never got angry because of me. You didn’t care if I went to see male models. But lately, you’re always angry. You’re angry if I don’t take my medicine, and you’re angry if I don’t listen and drink wine.”

He looked up at Qi Hanchuan, his expression adorably confused: “Why?

He really didn’t understand.

Looking at the slight swaying of the boy’s head, Qi Hanchuan instinctively reached out to cup his face. His thumb brushed over his cheek a few times. He stared fixedly at Jiang He and said, “I don’t know either.”

He didn’t know why he got angry, and he didn’t know when his thoughts started being constantly pulled along by Jiang He. He couldn’t explain it; he just felt that this was how it was supposed to be.

Jiang He grabbed Qi Hanchuan’s arm, frowning with worry: Then what should we do?

This seemed like a serious problem that needed solving. But since neither of them knew the cause, maybe they should ask someone else.

Qi Hanchuan found Jiang He’s current state very cute, and his tone of voice was equally endearing. He couldn’t help but follow along: “Yeah, what should we do?

Jiang He’s beautiful brows knit together: “Mmm… I don’t know. Should we ask someone?

Qi Hanchuan couldn’t help but laugh: Ask who?

Jiang He shook his head. Feeling that Qi Hanchuan’s hand was quite comfortable to lean on, he relaxed and rested his face against the man’s palm, talking to himself: “I don’t know. I don’t know who to ask. Maybe you should go see a psychiatrist?”

The softness in his palm was impossible to ignore. Qi Hanchuan said obediently: “Okay, I’ll go see a psychiatrist later.”

Jiang He smiled. “You should go. It’s not good to get angry all the time. I’m scared.

Qi Hanchuan hadn’t seen him scared a day in his life, but he didn’t expose him. He let Jiang He lean there for a while. Seeing that the boy was about to fall asleep, Qi Hanchuan reminded him: The bathwater is going to get cold.

“Oh, the bath.” Jiang He woke up like from a dream, grabbed Qi Hanchuan’s arm to stand up, and unceremoniously leaned into Qi Hanchuan’s embrace to start taking off his trousers.

Qi Hanchuan pressed his hand down to stop him: Take them off inside.

Jiang He looked up, unusually obedient: Support me. I’m a bit dizzy.

Afraid he would fall, Qi Hanchuan supported him into the bathroom. He didn’t feel right leaving, so he turned his back and let Jiang He lean against him to undress. Only when he heard the splash of water did he turn around, naturally bending down to pick up the clothes on the floor and put them in the laundry basket.

Jiang He leaned back in the bathtub, his cheeks flushed and his gaze hazy: “Can you help me wash my hair?”

Qi Hanchuan said nothing. He rolled up his shirt sleeves, knelt down, and helped Jiang He wash his hair. He had helped Jiang He bathe before, but back then he hadn’t felt awkward; he’d just felt like he was taking care of a child. Now, however, everything felt a bit off.

Jiang He suddenly spoke: Hubby.

Qi Hanchuan’s gaze was uncontrollably drawn to those opening and closing lips. He forgot to respond.

“Hubby?” Jiang He called again, his brows furrowing.

Qi Hanchuan snapped out of it, his tone normal: “What is it?

Jiang He said lazily: Can you help me wash? I’m a bit sleepy.

He wasn’t trying to be a brat on purpose; he really was tired.

Qi Hanchuan took the showerhead to rinse the foam from Jiang He’s hair and used a face towel to wipe his face, then firmly refused: “Wash yourself.

Jiang He sighed, unusually compliant. He sat up, leaning against the tub and playing with bubbles. “Okay, I’ll do it myself.

The next morning, Jiang He woke up with a splitting headache, burying himself under the covers.

A knock sounded at the door. At this hour, he could guess who it was with his toes. He pretended not to hear, burying his face in the pillow.

Qi Hanchuan pushed the door open directly. The sound of his footsteps made Jiang He incredibly nervous. He still remembered Qi Hanchuan being angry the night before and didn’t really want to face him.

Unexpectedly, a gentle voice sounded by his ear: “Get up.

Jiang He sat up abruptly, looking at Qi Hanchuan in shock. “What’s wrong with you?

Qi Hanchuan was confused by the question, looking at him calmly.

Jiang He scratched his hair and hugged his pillow. “Weren’t you angry last night?”

Seeing that he remembered, Qi Hanchuan felt a bit awkward. He gave a light cough: No more drinking in the future.

Jiang He: This guy is acting weird. Did he forget something?

Before Jiang He could figure it out, Fang Zhiyi appeared at the door, looking exhausted. “Xiao He, I have to go home for a bit.”

Remembering the marriage alliance, Jiang He ignored Qi Hanchuan. He threw back the covers and hopped out of bed, running over to Fang Zhiyi before even putting on slippers. “Wait for me a few minutes. I’ll clean up, eat breakfast, and go back with you.”

Fang Zhiyi looked pale, forcing a weak smile: “Okay.”

Jiang He saw that his clothes were a bit dirty and dragged him to the dressing room to pick out a new outfit, then rushed to wash up.

Qi Hanchuan was ignored the entire time. When Jiang He came out of the bathroom, he looked surprised: “You’re still here?”

“I’m a bit busy, I’ll ignore you for now.” Jiang He said and left, giving Qi Hanchuan no chance to speak.

Qi Hanchuan gave a helpless smile and followed him downstairs. Jiang He was in such a rush he didn’t even sit for breakfast, just grabbed a piece of bread and a glass of milk on the run.

Qi Hanchuan finally found a chance to speak: “Let’s go together. I’ll drop you off on the way.”

Jiang He thought about it. If they showed up in Qi Hanchuan’s car, the Fang family would definitely have some reservations.

He agreed immediately: “Okay.”

Fang Zhiyi’s expression remained grim. The Fang family had suddenly forced him home for the marriage alliance, threatening to withdraw him from school if he didn’t comply.

Jiang He looked at him with concern, then turned to Qi Hanchuan. “Do you know that second-generation playboy from the Xie family?”

Hearing the description, Qi Hanchuan almost didn’t react. He asked tentatively: “Xie Yunting?”

Jiang He nodded. “The Xie family only has one son. I heard the Fang family wants a marriage alliance with them. Did you know?”

Qi Hanchuan hummed. He’d found out last night. He had called Xie Yunting, who knew nothing about it—likely the elders had decided on their own.

Jiang He suddenly had a mischievous idea. He leaned toward Qi Hanchuan with a smile: “Can you spend two minutes coming inside with us later? Scare those old fossils in the Fang family for me.”

Looking at his sly expression, Qi Hanchuan’s gaze softened: “Okay.”

“Thanks, Hubby!” Jiang He patted Qi Hanchuan’s firm chest muscle and said generously, “I’ll treat you to a big meal later.