After The Beautiful Drama Queen’s Marriage To The Wealthy Tycoon - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: First Day of Cohabitation

Qi Hanchuan’s house was massive a four story mountainside villa. The first floor housed the dining area, living room, and several guest bedrooms. The second floor featured a huge swimming pool, a gym, and entertainment facilities. The third floor was the office area, and the fourth floor was entirely dedicated to the master bedroom.

Jiang He explored the place without any hint of being an outsider. Once his luggage arrived, he stood with his hands on his hips and instructed the servants to move everything to the master bedroom on the fourth floor.

Upon hearing this, the butler froze. “Master Jiang, are you… staying in the same room as the Gentleman?”

“Is that not allowed?” Jiang He frowned slightly. “I’m married to Qi Hanchuan. What’s so strange about sharing a room?”

Moreover, Qi Hanchuan had told him he could choose any room. Jiang He had specifically asked if he could pick his room, and Qi Hanchuan had agreed. In Jiang He’s mind, since Qi Hanchuan had that “hidden ailment” impotence, sharing a room carried no risk. Plus, he wouldn’t have to sleep alone in a strange environment.

Jiang He had been afraid of the dark since childhood. He couldn’t sleep alone in a new place and always needed a nightlight at home. Therefore, he had to stick with Qi Hanchuan for the time being.

The butler wore a polite smile. “Master Jiang, you misunderstand. It’s just that the things in the Gentleman’s room aren’t allowed to be moved easily. We haven’t received instructions on this. Perhaps you could ask him?”

Jiang He reached for his phone to call Qi Hanchuan, only to realize he didn’t have the man’s contact information. He called his brother instead. “Jiang Xu, do you have Qi Hanchuan’s number? Send it to me, I need him for something.”

“Coming right up,” Jiang Xu replied shortly. Two minutes later, the number arrived.

Jiang He dialed. No one answered. He persisted, and on the fourth try, the call connected.

He addressed the man by his full name: “Qi Hanchuan, it’s Jiang He. I want to stay in your bedroom. The butler says your things can’t be moved without your word, so I’m telling you.”

Qi Hanchuan’s cold voice came through the phone: “Give the phone to Uncle Lin. I’ll speak to him.”

Jiang He handed the phone over and bent down to scoop up a fluffy calico cat from a nearby box. He nuzzled the cat’s head. “Prince, did you miss Daddy?”

The little cat meowed twice, struggling to get out of his arms.

“You don’t miss me at all? Do you have no conscience?” Jiang He lifted Prince and spun him around. “Look, this is our new home. Isn’t it beautiful?” Realizing he couldn’t escape, Prince found a comfortable spot in Jiang He’s arms and gave up moving.

After talking to Qi Hanchuan, the butler instructed the servants to move Jiang He’s luggage up. Turning back to see the furry head in Jiang He’s arms, the butler asked, “Master Jiang, is the kitten yours?”

Jiang He shielded Prince like a protective parent, his expression wary. “He’s mine. He’ll be living with me. Is Qi Hanchuan allergic to cat hair?” He realized he had forgotten to mention the cat. If Qi Hanchuan was allergic, he would move back to his own house immediately.

The butler quickly replied, “He’s not allergic. It’s just that we’ve never had pets. The cat room might take two days to remodel. For now, we’ll buy a temporary bed for him. Once the room is ready, he can move in. Would that be alright?”

The butler was nervous, fearing Jiang He would disagree. This young master was famously unreasonable; the entire household had been in a state of panic since learning of the marriage, fearing they would be worked to death by his whims.

Jiang He scratched Prince’s chin, his tone relaxed. “Prince’s things will be delivered soon. Just show the delivery people to his room. It’ll be set up quickly.”

The butler secretly wiped cold sweat from his face. “Very well. Would you like to see the bedroom first?”

Jiang He nodded and took the elevator up, clutching his cat.

Qi Hanchuan’s bedroom was spacious but sparsely furnished. The color palette was cold: black curtains, dark gray sheets. Everything was neat and meticulous—except for the messy pile of packing boxes on the floor.

Jiang He burst into Qi Hanchuan’s world with his luggage, bringing warmth to the icy room. As soon as Prince reached the floor, he refused to be held and ran off to patrol his new territory.

Jiang He stood with his hands on his hips, directing servants to take his clothes to the walk-in closet while leaving the rest in the bedroom. He had hundreds of trinkets—bag charms, small animal figurines cats, dogs, rabbits, and a pile of plushies. His water cup and toothbrush mug were both cat-shaped. The cold bedroom suddenly transformed into an animal kingdom.

When Qi Hanchuan arrived home, Jiang He was sitting cross-legged on the carpet assembling a cat-shaped nightlight. The room looked unrecognizable. Qi Hanchuan hesitated at the door, watching for a moment.

Jiang He was beautiful, with thick brows and fair skin, but his small stature and thin frame made him look like a child from behind. His behavior, of course, matched that image.

The nightlight wasn’t coming together, and Jiang He was getting frustrated. He dropped the screwdriver with a thud and turned to see Qi Hanchuan. He waved immediately. “Quick, help me! I can’t get this lamp right.”

Qi Hanchuan snapped out of his thoughts and walked in. A faint, sweet scent of roses filled the air. He noticed a fresh bouquet on the coffee table. Did Jiang He buy them? Or did someone give them to him?

Without a second thought, Jiang He shoved the pieces into Qi Hanchuan’s hands, frowning. “Did I put it together wrong?”

Qi Hanchuan said nothing. He knelt down, disassembled the mess, and put it back together correctly. Jiang He took the light, held it up to inspect it, and then turned to Qi Hanchuan with a bright, pure smile. “I really did do it wrong. Thanks to you!”

Qi Hanchuan suddenly stood up and began packing a bag from his closet. With his back to Jiang He, he said, “I’ll stay in the guest room next door.”

Jiang He stood behind him, standing on his tiptoes to peek over his shoulder. “Are you not used to living with others? I’m afraid of the dark. I don’t dare sleep alone at night.”

Qi Hanchuan froze, his gaze briefly meeting Jiang He’s. He’s twenty years old and still afraid to sleep alone? How much have the Jiangs spoiled him?

Jiang He emphasized, “Just for tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll be brave enough.”

Qi Hanchuan took out a set of loungewear. “I’m going to take a shower first.”

Jiang He’s eyes crinkled into crescents. “Thank you.”

While Qi Hanchuan showered, Jiang He plugged in his nightlight. The warm yellow glow made the room feel much softer. Satisfied, he pushed open the bathroom door carrying a box of toiletries.

The bathroom had a separate wet and dry area. He couldn’t see anything through the frosted glass and didn’t try to. He stood at the vanity, unceremoniously dumping his bottles out. Without any logic or order, his tall and short bottles occupied the vast counter, shoving Qi Hanchuan’s face cream and cleanser into a tiny corner. Jiang He crossed his arms, thought, “I’m amazing,” and walked out.

Inside the shower, Qi Hanchuan was startled. He still wasn’t used to having another person in the house—especially one so disruptive. Fine, he thought. Just consider it like raising a child.

Jiang He hadn’t eaten lunch and was starving. He slumped onto the sofa and called out, “Qi Hanchuan, hurry up! I’m so hungry!”

Qi Hanchuan emerged immediately, not even having time to blow-dry his hair. He quickly patted it with a towel and led Jiang He out. He couldn’t help but say, “In the future, if you’re hungry, you can go downstairs and tell the kitchen to make you something.”

Jiang He strode to Qi Hanchuan’s side. “I don’t want to go down alone. You’re my husband, of course you have to go with me.”

He only knew Qi Hanchuan here. If he went down alone and the servants stared at him, it would be awkward. The word “husband” was spoken so naturally that Qi Hanchuan didn’t even know how to react.

He looked down at the boy’s fair neck. The words at the tip of his tongue changed to: “What if I’m not home?”

“I won’t be home often either,” Jiang He said as they entered the elevator. “Starting tomorrow, I have to go to my shop. You can pick me up when you get off work.”

He owned a cat café and had a rescue station to visit. He was a busy man too! Qi Hanchuan listened as Jiang He chirped about his shop’s location, his hours, and what he did there. Qi Hanchuan only noted: Off work at 8 PM, Xintiandi Plaza, Star Meow Bistro.

When they reached the first floor, Jiang He’s throat was dry. He naturally ordered Qi Hanchuan around: “So thirsty. Can you get me a glass of water?”

He was used to ordering his brother, Jiang Xu, like this. He realized too late that this wasn’t Jiang Xu, but before he could explain, Qi Hanchuan had already handed him half a glass of warm water.

Jiang He took it and sipped. “Thank you.”

He drank like a little cat. Qi Hanchuan couldn’t help but steal another glance.

Dinner was a feast of both light and savory dishes. Jiang He was ravenous, gripping his chopsticks and waiting for Qi Hanchuan to speak. Qi Hanchuan was confused. “Do you need me to serve you food?”

“No, no. I’m waiting for you to say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say ‘Let’s eat’!” Jiang He pouted at Qi Hanchuan’s cold face. “Forget it, I’ll say it.” He mumbled a half-hearted “Let’s eat,” then vengefully stuffed a piece of steamed fish into his mouth, squinting with satisfaction.

Qi Hanchuan observed that Jiang He preferred sweet-and-sour or light flavors, much like a child’s palate. The table fell silent. Jiang He ate slowly, taking tiny bites. Though it took a long time, he was full after only a little.

Worrying that he was just uncomfortable on his first day, Qi Hanchuan instructed the kitchen to prepare desserts and snacks for Jiang He before heading to the study to work.

Jiang He spent the evening curled up in the bedroom, calling a friend to complain about how cold and silent his new husband was—but once he heard about the desserts Qi Hanchuan ordered, his anger vanished.

After feeding Prince, Jiang He crawled into bed. The sheets were the ones he brought from home, smelling of “home,” but he still didn’t dare turn off the light or close his eyes. He stared at the ceiling with wide, round eyes, counting the seconds until Qi Hanchuan would return.