After The Beautiful Drama Queen’s Marriage To The Wealthy Tycoon - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Want to Touch

Jiang He and Fang Zhiyi spent the afternoon exploring the mountains, only returning to the resort with Secretary Zhou as dusk began to fall.

Jiang He was cradling a multi-colored stone in his arms, looking up curiously. “Secretary Zhou, have you been here before?”

“I came once with President Qi,” Zhou Yu replied. Noticing the beads of sweat on Jiang He’s forehead, he added, “Do you want me to carry that stone for you?”

“Hold it carefully, don’t drop it! I’m taking it back to the cat café to use as a decoration,” Jiang He instructed as he handed it over, wiping his brow.

Qi Hanchuan was nowhere to be seen. Under the guidance of the resort manager, Jiang He and Fang Zhiyi took showers and emerged wrapped in the thick bathrobes provided by the villa.

Just as they reached the corridor, Jiang He spotted Qi Hanchuan in the distance. He shouted, “Hubby!”

Qi Hanchuan stopped and turned. Seeing Jiang He in nothing but a bathrobe, his brow furrowed slightly. It’s cold in the mountains; he’ll catch a chill dressed like that.

Jiang He leaned in and whispered into Qi Hanchuan’s ear, his voice barely audible: “Hubby, I forgot to bring a change of underwear. I’m not wearing any right now.”

Qi Hanchuan took a sharp breath. Without a word, he grabbed Jiang He’s arm and began leading him back to the room. When Fang Zhiyi came out and saw Jiang He being hauled away, he simply scratched his head and returned to his own room.

Qi Hanchuan escorted him inside and said with a cold face, “Wait here. I’ll go get them for you.”

“I sent you a message, didn’t you see it?” Jiang He explained, noticing the man’s mood.

Qi Hanchuan smoothed out Jiang He’s hair, his tone softening. “I was talking business with President Lin and didn’t check my phone. Wait for me; I’ll bring you a change of clothes and pajamas. Don’t go out like this.”

Seeing that he wasn’t truly angry, Jiang He sighed in relief. “Oh. Can you bring two pairs? Fang Zhiyi wears the same size as me.”

“I know,” Qi Hanchuan said. He patted Jiang He’s head before leaving, making sure to close the door behind him.

The resort manager, hearing that Qi Hanchuan was looking for underwear for his “wife,” offered to have staff deliver them. Qi Hanchuan declined, personally picking out two boxes of the correct size and two sets of thick pajamas.

When he returned to the room, Jiang He was already at the door. “I forgot to tell you what size I wear!”

Qi Hanchuan handed him the box. “See if these fit.” Having bathed Jiang He before, he knew his measurements at a glance.

Jiang He looked at the label, eyes wide. “How did you know I wear a Medium?”

Qi Hanchuan handed him a set of purple pajamas. “Put them on first.”

Jiang He started to untie his bathrobe right then and there. Qi Hanchuan moved lightning-fast, clutching the robe closed. “Change in the bathroom.”

“You don’t even like guys,” Jiang He grumbled. “What’s the big deal if I change in front of you?”

Qi Hanchuan’s expression went cold. “Change in the bathroom.”

Jiang He leaned in, staring into Qi Hanchuan’s eyes. “What’s with you? Don’t tell me your sexual orientation has changed?”

Qi Hanchuan sighed, set the clothes down, and firmly retied Jiang He’s bathrobe for him. His voice was slightly hoarse. “I’ll wait outside.”

“Qi Hanchuan, what is wrong with you?” Jiang He called after him. It was so strange—the man had helped him bathe before, so why was changing clothes such an issue now?

Qi Hanchuan didn’t answer and stepped out, closing the door.

Qi Hanchuan stood outside with his back to the door. The image of Jiang He untying the robe was burned into his mind. He pressed his fingers to his temples, but the cool mountain breeze did nothing to calm him. He realized he hadn’t bathed Jiang He in a long time; back then, he viewed him as a child and could be dispassionate. Now, he couldn’t.

He sent Jiang He a message saying he was going to wash up in Zhou Yu’s room. Lin Shiqian had arranged his room to be shared with Jiang He, but he couldn’t bring himself to go back in just yet.

By the time they finally headed to dinner, Jiang He was famished. He complained all the way to the dining hall, his stomach growling for emphasis. Qi Hanchuan watched him—noticing how cute he looked when he pouted—and felt an uncontrollable urge to pinch his cheeks.

During the meal, Qi Hanchuan was still handling work calls. Every time Jiang He couldn’t reach a dish, he would bump his shoulder against Qi Hanchuan. Without missing a beat in his conversation, Qi Hanchuan would pick up his chopsticks, serve Jiang He, and then go back to his call.

When he finally hung up, Jiang He huffed, “Stop working during dinner. You’re not a robot. Why do you make yourself so tired?”

Qi Hanchuan turned off his phone and set it aside. Jiang He, finally satisfied, began ordering him to pour soup.

After dinner, Qi Hanchuan had more meetings, while Jiang He and Fang Zhiyi went to the hot springs under Zhou Yu’s supervision. By the time Jiang He returned to the room, he was exhausted but refused to sleep, waiting up for Qi Hanchuan.

A knock sounded. “Jiang He, it’s me.”

Jiang He tossed his phone aside and ran to the door barefoot. “You’re finally back! I’m dying of sleepiness.”

Qi Hanchuan entered and locked the door. He touched Jiang He’s head, his voice low and tender. “I was delayed a few minutes.”

Sensing a faint scent of alcohol, Jiang He leaned in, his nose twitching as he looked up. “You drank?”

Qi Hanchuan was a health nut in Jiang He’s eyes—no smoking, no drinking, regular sleep. This was the first time he’d seen him with a drink in him.

Qi Hanchuan’s gaze was soft, slightly hazy. “I’m not drunk. Just a few glasses.”

Jiang He frowned. “You don’t let me drink, but you sneak off and drink yourself?” He stared into Qi Hanchuan’s eyes. They were so beautiful. He suddenly felt an urge to touch them.

Following his impulse, his fingertips brushed against the skin. Qi Hanchuan instinctively closed his eyes. Because of the height difference, Jiang He had to stand on his tiptoes. Qi Hanchuan obligingly leaned down. “What are you doing?”

“I wanted to touch them,” Jiang He said honestly, his fingers now tracing Qi Hanchuan’s lashes. “Why are your eyelashes so long?”

Jiang He felt like he was petting a giant, lazy dog. He patted Qi Hanchuan’s head and giggled. “You’re drunk.”

Qi Hanchuan opened his eyes, which were perfectly clear. “I’m not.”

“Really?” Jiang He held up two fingers. “How many is this?”

Qi Hanchuan just stared at him. He had consumed alcohol, but he hadn’t lost his mind. He wasn’t drunk; he was simply indulging Jiang He’s whims.

Jiang He awkwardly withdrew his hand. “Fine, you’re not drunk.”

Qi Hanchuan noticed Jiang He was barefoot. “Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”

“I was in a hurry to open the door for you! I was scared to death staying here alone,” Jiang He pouted. Fang Zhiyi was already asleep, and Jiang He felt insecure in the unfamiliar room.

“I’m sorry,” Qi Hanchuan said sincerely.

“It’s fine. Go wash up,” Jiang He yawned. “I’m sleepy.

Qi Hanchuan didn’t wash up immediately. Instead, he brought a basin of hot water to soak Jiang He’s feet. They were freezing. Jiang He loved being taken care of. Watching the CEO of the Qi Group crouching on the floor to wash his feet, the “giant dog” feeling came back, and he couldn’t help but pat the man’s head again.

“You’re the CEO of the Qi Group,” Jiang He whispered. “Don’t you feel like you’re losing face by washing my feet?

Qi Hanchuan wiped his feet dry with a towel. “You’re talking nonsense again.

“It’s not nonsense. You’re the one being weird. You keep doing things that don’t fit your personality. It gives me the illusion that you actually like me.”

Qi Hanchuan paused, then lifted Jiang He’s feet and tucked him into bed before going to empty the water.

When he returned, Jiang He was back to his carefree self, lying on his stomach and kicking his feet while playing on his phone. There was only one quilt. As Qi Hanchuan moved to call the front desk for another, Jiang He patted the spot next to him.

“Just sleep here. The bed is huge anyway.” Jiang He looked at him mischievously. “If you ask for another quilt, everyone will know we sleep in separate beds. Then the rumors about you being ‘incapable’ will be confirmed.”

Qi Hanchuan didn’t bother to explain. He climbed in and wrapped the quilt around Jiang He.

Jiang He burrowed closer, his arm touching Qi Hanchuan’s. “Hey, I’m your wife. I wouldn’t hurt you. If you really ‘can’t,’ maybe we should go to the hospital? Maybe it’s psychological?”

Qi Hanchuan looked down at those sparkling eyes. “If I were ‘capable,’ would you still be so comfortable lying in bed with me?”

Jiang He’s eyes drooped; the sleepiness was taking over. “Probably not. But I still want you to be healthy.”

Qi Hanchuan smiled. “Go to sleep.”

“When is that bracelet you promised me arriving?” Jiang He mumbled, his head rubbing against Qi Hanchuan’s arm.

“Next month. I’ll give it to you the moment it arrives,” Qi Hanchuan said softly.

“Okay  good’night.

Once he was sure Jiang He was asleep, Qi Hanchuan carefully pulled the boy into his arms. He’s scared of unfamiliar environments, Qi Hanchuan told himself. I’m just making sure he feels secure if he wakes up.

With his self-hypnosis complete, Qi Hanchuan inhaled the scent of Jiang He’s hair and slowly closed his eyes.