After The Beautiful Drama Queen’s Marriage To The Wealthy Tycoon - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Help me out Hubby

Jiang He suspected that Qi Hanchuan had forgotten all about him. He had been waiting for nearly an hour, and Qi Hanchuan still hadn’t returned. Having been running around all day, he was already exhausted.

However, Jiang He didn’t dare sleep alone. He eventually gave up waiting and, wearing only a cool tank top and short pants, headed to the third floor to find Qi Hanchuan.

Jiang He had an excellent memory; after a single tour during the day, he remembered exactly where the study was. After taking the elevator to the third floor, he walked straight to the furthest door and knocked.

“Come in,” Qi Hanchuan’s cold voice drifted through the door.

Jiang He twisted the lock and pushed the door open. He saw Qi Hanchuan sitting busy at his computer desk, surrounded by high stacks of documents.

Jiang He rubbed his eyes as he approached, unable to suppress a couple of yawns. A layer of watery mist quickly gathered in his eyes, and even his tone became aggrieved: “I’m sleepy. Aren’t you coming to bed yet?”

“I still have a while. You go to sleep first…”

Qi Hanchuan looked up, only to be met with the pitifully small amount of fabric Jiang He was wearing, his elegant collarbones, and his fair, slender legs.

The hand holding the pen instinctively tightened. Qi Hanchuan quickly averted his gaze, his tone sounding a bit stiff: “Don’t dress like that at home in the future.”

Jiang He looked down at his tank top and took two steps forward, standing by the desk and looking down at Qi Hanchuan. “But there are only the two of us right now. If you hadn’t stayed away for so long, I wouldn’t have left the bedroom, and no one would have seen me.”

Qi Hanchuan stopped looking at him and quickly flipped through the documents in his hand. “I am also ‘someone.'”

Jiang He took another step forward, completely oblivious to Qi Hanchuan’s distracted gaze. “You aren’t ‘someone’ else. We just registered our marriage today, and in a moment, we’re going to be sleeping in the same room.”

Qi Hanchuan had no intention of getting up. Jiang He simply walked to his side, yawning as he pleaded, “Come sleep with me first. I can fall asleep really fast. I’m so, so sleepy.”

After talking for a while without Qi Hanchuan giving in, Jiang He cursed him in his head. I’ve already acted so pathetic and acted spoiled—how can this guy be so unmoved? Is his heart made of stone?

On the surface, however, he maintained his obedient and pitiful act, even making a “considerate” compromise: “If you really can’t, I’ll just sleep here. Please move me back to the bedroom when you’re finished.”

Having said that, he moved toward the nearby sofa to sleep, making himself at home by taking Qi Hanchuan’s jacket as well.

Qi Hanchuan finally snapped out of it and stood up. “Go upstairs to sleep.”

Jiang He threw the oversized jacket over his shoulders and walked out while yawning. “Okay, thank you.”

Watching Jiang He’s retreating figure, a trace of frustration flashed in Qi Hanchuan’s eyes. How did I get led by the nose again?

Jiang He was truly too tired to notice Qi Hanchuan’s expression. He walked a few steps with his eyes closed, and once inside the elevator, he leaned his head against the wall, unable to keep his eyes open.

Qi Hanchuan reminded him coldly, “Keep your eyes open and watch where you’re going.”

Jiang He didn’t open them. Between yawns, he murmured, “You watch for me. I’m so sleepy.”

Qi Hanchuan stopped talking. He figured if the boy wouldn’t listen, he’d learn his lesson after tripping once. But Jiang He was lucky; he arrived at their destination safely without any bumps or bruises.

Back in the bedroom, Jiang He returned the jacket, flopped his thin body onto the bed, wrapped himself tightly in the air-conditioning quilt, rolled around twice, and leaned against the pillow with his eyes shut.

Even though he was half-conscious, he didn’t forget to tell Qi Hanchuan: “Get another quilt for yourself. I have bad sleeping habits.”

Qi Hanchuan hooked a stool with his foot and sat by the bedside, his tone indifferent: “I still have work to handle. You sleep first.”

Jiang He tucked half of his face into the quilt and pointed a finger toward the window.

Qi Hanchuan glanced over and saw only the bouquet of bright red roses on the table. He frowned. “What?”

Jiang He murmured sleepily, “The flowers. They’re for you.”

Qi Hanchuan froze. In all his years, this was the first time he had received flowers—and they were red roses at that. He had assumed someone had sent them to Jiang He; he hadn’t expected Jiang He to have bought them for him.

“I don’t like flowers,” he said coldly.

Jiang He rolled over to face away from Qi Hanchuan. “Then throw them away. I just bought them randomly.”

He had simply thought that getting married without roses wasn’t romantic enough, so he had ordered a bouquet on a whim. They weren’t specifically a “gift of love” for Qi Hanchuan.

Cold, boring man.

Hmph!

Qi Hanchuan said nothing more. He took a tablet from the nightstand and began handling work.

Jiang He had been exhausted, but the exchange with Qi Hanchuan had made him so annoyed that his sleepiness vanished. He scooted from the middle of the bed to the edge, instantly closing the distance between them. He opened his eyes and looked up at Qi Hanchuan. “Are you gay?”

Qi Hanchuan paused, then answered bluntly, “No.”

Jiang He let out a disappointed “Ah,” his face full of curiosity. “Then why did you marry me?”

Qi Hanchuan didn’t say it, but Jiang He could tell from his expression exactly what he meant. If Jiang He hadn’t insisted on the marriage, Qi Hanchuan likely wouldn’t have married him.

He didn’t press further, instead saying to himself, “I am gay. Since I was a kid, I never felt that spark for girls.”

Qi Hanchuan remained silent. Jiang He, never one to let a conversation die, urged him: “Quick, ask me if there’s a boy I like.”

Qi Hanchuan’s gaze stayed on the tablet, his fingers never stopping. “That is your own business. This is just an alliance. You can propose a divorce at any time, and I will not interfere in your private life.”

His tone was too cold, but Jiang He wasn’t upset. Instead, he became exceptionally bossy: “Well, I want to interfere. You’re married to me now. You aren’t allowed to flirt with others. Your WeChat background has to be a photo of our marriage certificate. You have to reject anyone who has designs on you. If I find out, you just wait and see.”

Qi Hanchuan answered simply, “That is what I should do. I will remain absolutely loyal to our marriage. But as for what you do, I won’t interfere.”

And I don’t want to.

Jiang He snorted. “You couldn’t control me even if you wanted to.”

Silence returned, filled only by the tap-tap of fingers on the tablet. Jiang He lay on the edge of the bed, staring at Qi Hanchuan’s excessively handsome face, unable to resist some gossip: “I heard you’re… ‘incapable.’ Is it true?”

Qi Hanchuan remained expressionless. Jiang He’s gaze boldly swept downward before he teased with a smile, “Don’t be sad. I’m very capable, and since you won’t need it anyway, it doesn’t matter if you can’t.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Qi Hanchuan stood up to leave. Jiang He bolted upright. “Come back! I won’t talk anymore! I’ll sleep right now!”

Qi Hanchuan didn’t stop and continued walking out.

Jiang He covered his face and faked a sob. “It’s only my first day married into your house and you’re already giving me the cold shoulder. If you didn’t want to marry me, you could have just said so. There’s no need for this. You’re so heartless.”

Qi Hanchuan listened to Jiang He’s performance quietly. Only when the noise behind him stopped did he speak: “One more cry and you sleep by yourself.”

Jiang He squeezed out two tears, acting as if he were struggling to hold them back. “You’re too mean. I talk to you and you ignore me. I even prepared flowers for you, even though you should have been the one buying them for me.”

Qi Hanchuan turned back to the bedside, his brow furrowing in irritation. “I’ll buy them for you tomorrow. Now, I’m giving you ten minutes. Go to sleep.”

As long as Jiang He would sleep quietly, he would buy him a bouquet.

Jiang He lay back down, wiping the tears from his face with the quilt. His voice sounded muffled: “I don’t want them if you’re only buying them because I mentioned it. That’s not ‘sincere.’ You’re just trying to brush me off so I’ll shut up and sleep.”

Qi Hanchuan turned to leave again. Jiang He quickly shut his eyes and grumbled, “You’re so annoying. I’m really sleeping now. Sit down.”

Qi Hanchuan gave a faint warning: “One more word and I’m leaving you to it.”

Jiang He cursed him several times in his heart, then rolled over to face away from Qi Hanchuan to sleep. Being truly exhausted, he was out within two minutes.

Qi Hanchuan sat by the bed for ten minutes. Once he was sure the person on the bed was asleep, he went downstairs to continue working.

When he finally finished his work and returned, Jiang He was sprawled across the bed, the quilt kicked aside. His tank top had rolled up to his chest, revealing a slender, tight waist.

Qi Hanchuan looked straight ahead, pulled the quilt over him, and took a separate set of bedding from the closet to sleep on the floor.

He had thought Jiang He was lying about being afraid of the dark, but in the middle of the night, the person on the bed suddenly tumbled off—landing right on top of him.

Jiang He was trembling, the sob in his voice sounding painfully real: “I’m scared.”

Qi Hanchuan placed him back on the bed and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp. Jiang He curled up on the bed, his face buried in his knees, his body shaking abnormally. “I want to use the bathroom, but it’s too dark. I… I’m scared.”

Qi Hanchuan frowned. “Should I go with you?”

“No, I just need a moment to calm down. Can we leave a light on when we sleep from now on?” Jiang He lifted his face to look at him. Large teardrops hung on his cheeks, his face was pale, and a thin layer of sweat coated his forehead.

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

He had thought that as long as someone was there, Jiang He wouldn’t be afraid. He had turned the light off worrying it would disturb Jiang He’s sleep.

“It’s fine. Go back to sleep,” Jiang He said, before heading to the bathroom himself.

Qi Hanchuan sat on the floor and pondered. He hadn’t heard anything about Jiang He having psychological trauma, and the Jiang family hadn’t warned him. Should I ask?

While he was debating, Jiang He emerged from the bathroom, flopped onto the bed with his eyes closed, and quickly fell back asleep.

He couldn’t exactly wake him up to interrogate him. Qi Hanchuan lay back down. The little cat nightlight on the left stayed on all night.

Qi Hanchuan didn’t sleep well, but he woke up very early. After tidying his bedding, he washed up, then went downstairs to exercise and have breakfast.

Jiang He was sleeping soundly until a frantic alarm clock disturbed his dreams. He kicked the quilt twice in anger, but the alarm was relentless. He tried to burrow deeper into the covers to block out the piercing sound.

The door was suddenly pushed open. Qi Hanchuan’s toneless voice mixed with the alarm: “Come downstairs for breakfast.”

Jiang He had no habit of eating breakfast and refused decisively.

But Qi Hanchuan said, “Are you getting up yourself, or should I help you?”

He was twenty years old, yet he was acting like a child refusing to get out of bed.

Jiang He sat up with “bed head” that looked like a bird’s nest. He fumbled for his phone with his eyes closed, turned off the alarm, and tried to go back to sleep.

“Jiang He.” That icy voice sounded like the King of Hell calling for his soul. Jiang He was instantly half-awake.

He had a bit of a “morning grump” attitude. He muttered a few curses at Qi Hanchuan under his breath before shuffling to the bathroom in his slippers.

He left water splashed all over the sink; the tooth mug and toothpaste were in separate corners, and his pile of skincare bottles was left in an unsightly mess.

Qi Hanchuan had a slight touch of OCD. Looking at the chaotic pile, he reached the limit of his patience: “Put everything back where it belongs.”

“Why don’t you help me?” Jiang He looked up at him with a sly, playful grin. “Hubby.