After The Beautiful Drama Queen’s Marriage To The Wealthy Tycoon - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Coming to Coax Him

Jiang He didn’t expect the first conflict between him and Qi Hanchuan to arrive so quickly. He thought Qi Hanchuan would take the initiative to apologize, but Qi Hanchuan didn’t say a single word all the way home. After showering, the man buried himself in the study to work, and hadn’t returned by the time Jiang He fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Jiang He woke up with a start. He was the only one in the room, and the surroundings were deathly quiet. Qi Hanchuan must have gone to sleep in the guest room.

Jiang He got up to use the bathroom and tried to go back to sleep, but the room was too empty and spacious. He was genuinely terrified, so he hid under the covers and began to cry secretly.

He wanted to go home. He didn’t want to live here anymore. Qi Hanchuan was a huge jerk why did he leave him here alone?

After crying for a while, the fear remained. Jiang He finally grabbed his pillow, got out of bed, and went to the guest wing to knock on doors one by one. It wasn’t until the very last door that a bleary-eyed Qi Hanchuan opened up.

He wouldn’t even stay in the room right next to the master; he had to move to the furthest one. Did he despise him that much?

Jiang He felt even more aggrieved. Large teardrops pitter-pattered down his face, and his body trembled slightly from fear, his small face deathly pale.

Qi Hanchuan wasn’t actually being immature; he had simply worked very late and, worried about waking Jiang He, had found a random room to crash in. Moreover, he figured that after one day of adjustment, Jiang He wouldn’t be afraid anymore. He hadn’t expected an adult’s adaptability to be this poor.

Jiang He didn’t ask for Qi Hanchuan to accompany him. Instead, he sobbed, “I don’t want to live at your house anymore. Drive me back. I want to go home.”

“Our home” had become “your house.” It was clear he was truly hurt.

Qi Hanchuan spoke his first words of the night: “It’s too late.”

Jiang He threw his pillow onto the floor, tears hanging off his cheeks. “I don’t care. I want to go home.”

Perhaps because his eyes were so large, the fallen tears looked like giant, translucent crystals. Qi Hanchuan’s attention accidentally drifted.

“If you won’t drive me, I’ll call my brother to pick me up,” Jiang He said, turning to leave without even picking up his pillow.

Qi Hanchuan didn’t want to deal with it. He had only been asleep for an hour and was exhausted. But a moment later, Jiang He emerged from the master bedroom fully dressed, dragging his suitcase, and even detoured to the cat room to scoop up his kitten.

Standing at the elevator, Jiang He glared at Qi Hanchuan, his face gloomy. “I’m going home. I’m not living with a big iceberg like you. Hmph!”

Qi Hanchuan thought he was just throwing a tantrum, but he realized the boy was serious. He walked toward him, frowning with impatience. “I’ll drive you back first thing tomorrow morning. Go to sleep now.”

Jiang He turned his face away, refusing to look at Qi Hanchuan’s sour expression. “No need. My brother is coming.”

He had a brother; he didn’t need Qi Hanchuan to drive him. If Qi Hanchuan wanted to pull a long face, let him—he could do it until he was satisfied. Jiang He wasn’t coming back.

In the middle of the night, Qi Hanchuan didn’t think the Jiang family would actually come. Nevertheless, he followed Jiang He downstairs, intending to bring him back once he calmed down.

To his surprise, a few minutes later, Jiang Xu appeared at the door wearing pajamas haphazardly covered by a suit jacket, his expression full of worry. Jiang Xu didn’t even give Qi Hanchuan a second glance. He rushed in and asked anxiously, “Xiao He, what happened?”

He had been sleeping soundly when his brother called, crying about wanting to come home. Jiang Xu was terrified; he hadn’t even called a driver and had driven himself over.

Seeing his brother, the accumulated grievances in Jiang He’s heart exploded. He buried his head in Jiang Xu’s chest and sobbed, “I want to go home. I don’t want to stay here.”

In truth, he wasn’t a crybaby, but he was genuinely terrified of the dark. The fear, combined with Qi Hanchuan’s coldness today, made him feel utterly abandoned. He hadn’t done anything wrong; Qi Hanchuan was the one being weird.

“Okay, Brother is taking you home.” Jiang Xu wiped his tears and draped the suit jacket over him. “Don’t cry. I’ll take Prince and the suitcase. Let’s go home.”

Jiang He nodded with a pouting lip and left without looking back.

Qi Hanchuan sat on the sofa. His expression didn’t change, and he even felt a sense of relief. He knew Jiang He was trying to show concern for him, but he wasn’t used to it and didn’t need it. More importantly, he didn’t know how to respond no one had ever taught him. So, he chose silence.

Jiang He stayed at his parents’ house for several days. Qi Hanchuan never came to apologize; he seemed to have evaporated from Jiang He’s life.

“You tell me, isn’t it his fault? I was clearly doing it for his own good. It’s one thing to pull a face, but he gave me the silent treatment too!” Jiang He vented passionately to the beautiful youth sitting across from him.

Fang Zhiyi hesitated for a few seconds while blow-drying a puppy in his lap. “Actually… I think he might just not be used to being cared for. He probably kept silent because he didn’t know what to say.”

Jiang He got even more excited. “What’s there to not be used to? I was caring for him, not trying to kill him! He’s made of stone—cold, hard, and completely unreasonable!”

Fang Zhiyi put down the kitten, turned off the dryer, and smiled. “When we first met, I wasn’t very used to it either.”

Jiang He paused for two seconds, then stood up abruptly, his brows knitting together. “Fang Zhiyi! Why are you speaking up for him? You two don’t even know each other. You should be standing on my side, opening your mic and cursing Qi Hanchuan out!”

Fang Zhiyi immediately raised his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. I shouldn’t have defended him. It’s his fault. He shouldn’t have bullied our Xiao He.”

Jiang He sighed and sat back down on the small stool, propping his chin in his hands. A hint of melancholy appeared between his brows. “His dad scolded him so harshly that day; even I felt sad hearing it. I thought he’d have problems if he kept it all bottled up, so I tried to talk to him. But he gave me the cold shoulder and left me alone in that freezing master bedroom. I almost died of fright when I woke up at night.”

Fang Zhiyi’s brow furrowed with concern. “Those symptoms still haven’t improved? Maybe you should see a psychologist again.”

They had experienced that childhood accident together, but while Fang Zhiyi had long since recovered, Jiang He could never overcome his fear of the dark.

Jiang He waved it off. “No need. Aside from being scared when it’s too dark at night, I don’t have other symptoms. Besides, doctors aren’t necessarily helpful. I’ve seen them for years without any effect.”

Qi Hanchuan thought he would feel peaceful once Jiang He was gone, and for a while, he did. However, looking at the “kitten cup” on his desk with its crooked drawings, he kept seeing Jiang He’s aggrieved face before he left it was just as “ugly” as the cup.

He had just received a call from the Old Master, ordering him to go and coax the boy back. Qi Hanchuan knew he shouldn’t be so immature. He was the one who agreed to the marriage and promised to treat Jiang He well. Jiang He had done nothing wrong; he was just in a bad mood that day.

He really should apologize.

Jiang He was leaving the rescue station when he received a call from his shop staff, saying his “husband” was there looking for him.

Jiang He snorted. “He’s not my husband anymore. We’re getting a divorce.”

“Huh? When did this happen?” the staff member asked in shock. “You guys just got married a few days ago!”

“It’s none of your business. Ignore him,” Jiang He said and hung up. Qi Hanchuan couldn’t find Jiang He at his home Jiang’s mother said he was out so he went to the cat cafe. When the staff told him Jiang He wasn’t there, he asked for the address of the rescue station.

When he arrived at the shelter, he didn’t see Jiang He. Instead, he saw a thin youth taking care of the animals. The face was familiar the illegitimate son of the Fang family. He hadn’t expected him to be this grown up.

Fang Zhiyi told him, “He went home. Go find him there.”

As Qi Hanchuan turned to leave, Fang Zhiyi called out, “Wait. Can I have two minutes? I have something to say to you… regarding Xiao He.”

It really only took two minutes. After listening to Fang Zhiyi, Qi Hanchuan’s expression shifted slightly. He immediately had his driver go to the Jiang residence.

This time, he finally saw Jiang He. However, Jiang He ignored him, his usually smiling face filled with coldness and detachment. Only under his mother’s urging did Jiang He finally speak: “What are you doing here?”

Qi Hanchuan’s tone was still calm, but it held a hint of sincerity. “That day was my fault. I’m sorry.”

It still felt a bit like he was just completing a homework assignment, not truly “coaxing” him. Jiang He was still a bit angry, but Jiang’s mother, Fu Ying, accepted the apology on his behalf. She told Qi Hanchuan that Jiang He was spoiled and willful, asking him to be patient.

Qi Hanchuan’s attitude became even more earnest. “It really was my fault. It won’t happen again.”

With his posture so low, even Jiang Chenwei couldn’t find a reason to strike out. Although Jiang He didn’t want to forgive him so easily, he still followed him back to the Qi villa. His luggage was still there, after all he told himself he was just going back to pack.