After The Beautiful Drama Queen’s Marriage To The Wealthy Tycoon - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Do You Like Me

As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, Jiang He saw the massive bouquet of red tulips on the table. Qi Hanchuan followed behind him, his expression indifferent, making it impossible to tell if he was pleased or annoyed.

Jiang He crossed his arms and let out a snarky “Oh?” His tone was thick with sarcasm. “Where did these flowers come from? So pretty. I’ve only been home for a few days and someone’s already sending you flowers? Our President Qi sure is charming.”

Qi Hanchuan watched Jiang He’s mouth move non-stop, genuinely curious where the boy found so much to say without getting tired. He had clearly fallen asleep in the car, yet he switched to “berserker mode” the moment they stepped inside.

Seeing Jiang He getting angrier by the second, he finally showed a bit of mercy and offered an explanation: “I bought them for you.”

“Oh, you bought them for me?” Jiang He’s face flipped instantly. He stepped forward, pulled the bouquet into his arms, and inhaled the scent. His frustrated little face was suddenly draped in a smile. “So pretty! Thank you, Hubby.”

Qi Hanchuan suppressed a smile and gave Jiang He a toneless instruction: “Tidy up your things. You’ll live here from now on, and I’ll live in the room next door. Don’t leave your things lying around. Put everything back where it belongs after use. I’ll be coming in to check every day.”

Jiang He had only stayed for two days previously, and the room had already become a disaster. During the two days Jiang He was at his parents’ house, Qi Hanchuan had reorganized the room, categorizing and arranging everything. All Jiang He had to do was return items to their spots.

Qi Hanchuan couldn’t live in the same room as Jiang He permanently; he preferred having his private space. However, they couldn’t be too far apart since Jiang He was afraid of the dark, so the room next door was the perfect compromise.

Jiang He grumbled under his breath, “I haven’t even forgiven you yet, and you dare to give me orders.”

He never tidied up at home. Didn’t they have a housekeeper? Why do it himself when someone else could do it?

Qi Hanchuan issued an ultimatum: “If you mess up the room again, you’re moving to the guest bedroom.”

“I’m going home!” Jiang He dropped the tulips and turned to leave, only to be caught by his collar and pulled back by Qi Hanchuan.

Jiang He struggled for a moment before Qi Hanchuan let go and spoke the longest sentence since they married: “You are an adult. Keeping a room tidy is the absolute basic requirement. I’ve already categorized everything for you; you just need to put things back.”

Jiang He stole a glance. It was indeed reorganized—perfectly neat, with everything lined up in a way that wasn’t his style at all. He turned to Qi Hanchuan with a tone of “this is only natural”: “Since you’re so capable, can’t you just tidy up again after I mess it up? You’re my husband; it’s your duty to take care of me.”

Husbands should take care of wives. Qi Hanchuan is diligent, and I am lazy. It’s a perfect match.

Qi Hanchuan didn’t want to talk to him anymore and simply turned to leave.

Jiang He shouted unreasonably, “You’re giving me the silent treatment again!”

Qi Hanchuan sighed helplessly, his back still turned. “If you won’t listen, what else is there to say?”

Jiang He picked the flowers back up, scurried around to face Qi Hanchuan, and looked up accusingly: “Why should I listen? This is enslavement. The housekeeper can clean the room; why must I do it?”

Qi Hanchuan looked down at the beautiful youth. “Do you never organize your own room?”

“No,” Jiang He toyed with a petal. “The housekeeper does it, or my mom…”

Mid-sentence, Jiang He remembered that Qi Hanchuan didn’t have a mother. He looked up at Qi Hanchuan, and seeing no change in his expression, he breathed a secret sigh of relief.

While he was home, he had heard a lot from his mother about Qi Hanchuan. Although he was the young master of the Qi family and the current man in power—appearing glamorous—Jiang He thought he was actually quite pitiful. Especially after hearing how his biological father had scolded him the other day.

Qi Hanchuan saw the light in Jiang He’s large eyes and knew he was thinking about something else. He said expressionlessly, “Starting today, learn to organize your own things. I won’t help you.”

He really was a spoiled child. His family couldn’t stay by his side forever. Having finished his piece, Qi Hanchuan walked around Jiang He, giving him no chance to argue.

“Hey! You can’t be like this! I’m your wife, not your servant…”

Bang. The door cut off Jiang He’s protest. Qi Hanchuan heard the muffled shouting from inside, shook his head, and went to the study to work.

Organizing the room was out of the question. Originally, Jiang He wanted to trash the place to spite Qi Hanchuan, but when he thought about how the man had personally arranged everything, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Sigh, my heart is just too soft.

He toyed with the long ears of a neatly placed rabbit plushie, humming, “It actually looks quite nice.”

After showering and changing, Jiang He instinctively placed the shower gel and body lotion back in their designated spots. Realizing what he’d done, he stared at his hand in shock. Spitefully, he tossed them into a corner, but quickly put them back where they belonged.

He didn’t dwell on it. He checked out his new outfit in the mirror, fixed his hair with satisfaction, and went to find Qi Hanchuan.

Qi Hanchuan was busy. Hearing a knock, he said “Come in.” A moment later, Jiang He appeared at the door with a smile.

He had just said he hadn’t forgiven the man, yet he had already forgotten. He likes to throw tantrums but has a terrible memory. Qi Hanchuan made a mental note to add this to his “Jiang He Memo,” alongside the food preferences sent by Jiang He’s mother.

Jiang He skipped to the desk, showing off his short pink shirt. “Hubby, does my new outfit look good?”

Hearing the address, Qi Hanchuan’s face remained cold. “Don’t call me that.”

Jiang He feigned confusion. “Then what should I call you? You are my husband.”

He had called him that before and Qi Hanchuan hadn’t refused. Why act so reserved now?

Qi Hanchuan said icily, “Call me by my name.”

Jiang He shook his head. After a moment of “considerate” thought, he started counting on his fingers. “Daddy, Uncle, Master, Brother… pick one you like.”

Qi Hanchuan looked at the beautiful boy, a hint of surprise in his heart. The boy looked innocent; where did he learn these terms? Facing Jiang He’s questioning gaze, he rubbed his forehead helplessly. “Just stick to ‘Hubby’.”

Jiang He beamed. “Okay, Hubby! So, do I look good?” This time he wasn’t asking about the clothes, but himself.

Qi Hanchuan glanced at him. “Mm.”

Jiang He was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, but also the most chaotic. He truly couldn’t imagine how the Jiang family had raised him this way.

Jiang He suddenly leaned over the desk, getting close to Qi Hanchuan’s face. “Then, do you like me?”

Qi Hanchuan smelled a very sweet scent—maybe shower gel, shampoo, or one of those many bottles on the dresser. His expression didn’t change as he leaned back to create distance. “I don’t.”

“That’s great!” Jiang He stood up straight, his smile vanishing instantly. “I don’t like you either.”

Qi Hanchuan gave a cold “Mm” and said nothing else.

It was an alliance; it was better if there were no feelings. He didn’t want complications. Though he didn’t know when Jiang He would bring it up, Qi Hanchuan had a feeling they would divorce before long.

“You remember what I said, right?” Jiang He sat on the sofa and popped a pastry into his mouth. “You aren’t allowed to mess around outside, but you said you wouldn’t control me, so I can.”

Qi Hanchuan continued working, trying to ignore the noise. “Suit yourself.”

He spoke so calmly, as if he truly didn’t care. This was what Jiang He wanted, but now he felt annoyed. He looked up and announced loudly, “Tonight, I’m going to book some male models.”

Qi Hanchuan’s eyes didn’t even leave the screen. His tone was colder than before. “Don’t get caught by paparazzi. Try to go to a club with high privacy standards.”

Though their marriage wasn’t fully public, the upper circles knew. If Jiang He was photographed messing around, it would reflect poorly on both families.

Jiang He got even angrier. He grabbed a bag of chips and started crunching loudly, as if he were chewing on Qi Hanchuan’s flesh. He glared with puffed cheeks. “I’m going to book three. 188cm tall, broad shoulders, narrow waist, eight-pack abs, handsome, and great in bed.”

Qi Hanchuan replied flatly, “Fine.”

Jiang He laughed out of sheer rage. “Does President Qi have any clubs to recommend?”

“No,” Qi Hanchuan said without looking up.

Jiang He lost his appetite. He tossed the half-finished bag of chips into the trash and wiped his hands. “Well, I do. Does President Qi need a recommendation? I know clubs where the boys are prettier than each other and are very good at ‘serving,’ you know.”

He had never been to such a place; he was just trying to provoke Qi Hanchuan. To his frustration, the man didn’t care, while he himself was fuming.

Qi Hanchuan finally spoke: “I don’t like men.”

He didn’t like women either. He had never liked anyone and had no interest in dating. From his student days to the present, he had zero romantic history, which was why those “incapable” rumors existed. The rumors actually helped him avoid trouble, so he never bothered to clear them up.

Jiang He had forgotten that; Qi Hanchuan had mentioned it before. I knew I was too beautiful for anyone to not like me. Still angry, he questioned, “Then why did you marry me?”

Qi Hanchuan looked up at him. “You were the one who wanted to marry me.”

Jiang He quickly found a new angle and stomped over to him. “Are you saying I was desperate to marry you? You’re just like your trashy nephew—you both think I was begging to join the Qi family. But you guys were the ones who insisted! I could have been out booking models and dating three people at once right now!”

Seeing he was about to cry again, Qi Hanchuan said quickly, “You can still find them and date them now. I told you I won’t control you.”

I wish someone would just take this ancestor away; he’s killing my productivity.

Jiang He’s chest heaved with rage. He pointed a trembling finger at Qi Hanchuan. “You… you…”

He was too angry to speak. Just then, a knock came at the door. The housekeeper appeared with a kind smile. “Sir, the pastries are ready. Should I bring them up?”

Qi Hanchuan glanced at Jiang He. “He’ll go down and eat them himself.”

Jiang He stood still, glaring. Qi Hanchuan sighed internally and tried to make his voice gentler, though it still sounded icy. “Go down and eat dessert. I had the kitchen make it specifically for you.”

Hearing that Qi Hanchuan had ordered treats for him, half of Jiang He’s anger evaporated.

“At least you have a conscience,” he said. He turned to the housekeeper. “Bring them here. I’m eating here.”

I’ll eat them right in front of him to make him jealous.

“Eat downstairs,” Qi Hanchuan said. “I have to work. Don’t disturb me.”

Jiang He dug his heels in. “I’m eating right here! Bring them up!”

Qi Hanchuan couldn’t be bothered to argue. Jiang He sat with the tray and ate two pastries, but since Qi Hanchuan ignored him, he lost interest. He left without even saying goodbye.

Qi Hanchuan didn’t notice exactly when Jiang He left. When he finished his work, the room was empty, leaving only a faint, sweet scent in the air.

He couldn’t tell if it was the scent from Jiang He’s body or the pastries.