After the Fake Young Master Betrayed the Australian Farmer - Chapter 10

“Dating? Well, let’s consider it as such for now.”

Han Yan looked toward the source of the voice. A boy dyed in the trendiest hair color and dressed in designer brands held several drinks in both hands, staring at him with undisguised astonishment.

Tsk, ran into an old acquaintance.

An impatient flicker crossed Han Yan’s eyes. This boy was a regular in their social circle; his family was wealthy, but there was still a clear divide between them. The boy’s family business relied heavily on the elders of Han Yan’s group, so he was always cautious around them, playing a role similar to a lackey.

Han Yan didn’t necessarily have a grudge against him; his annoyance stemmed from the fact that if this person was here, it meant the rest of those rich playboys were likely nearby as well.

How bothersome.

Han Yan had no desire to run into them or reminisce. He simply said, “Sorry, we’re busy right now,” and pulled the bewildered Adams away.

The boy watched Han Yan’s departing back, his eyes darkening as he turned to walk back toward a group in the distance.

“Yezi, why were you so slow? Here, A-Jue, your milkshake.”

“Thank you.” A boy with a delicate face took the milkshake and smiled shyly, revealing two dimples.

The boy called Yezi looked at the delicate boy, who was being crowded and pampered like a star, and bit his lip. “I just… ran into Han Yan.”

Adams noticed that Han Yan’s mood had been low ever since they encountered that boy. Although Han Yan still laughed and chatted with Zhou Fangrong on the surface, Adams felt he was somewhat distracted, his smiles a bit forced.

Just as Han Yan finished his shower, there was a timely knock on his door. He opened it to find the tall figure standing there, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

Ho, did he finally see the light? Coming here to offer himself up proactively?

He stepped aside to let Adams in, casually feeling the man’s firm chest as he passed. “What made you decide to come find me tonight?”

Han Yan sat leisurely back on the bed, using a towel to give his hair a few casual rubs before tossing it aside. Adams reached out to touch Han Yan’s damp hair.

“You need to dry your hair, or you’ll catch a cold.”

“Too lazy. It’s fine like this.” Han Yan drifted into a yawn. Seeing that Adams didn’t seem to have that kind of intention, he felt a bit bored.

Adams pursed his lips and left, returning shortly with a hairdryer. Before Han Yan could react, Adams plugged it in and sat beside him, beginning to dry his hair. The room was instantly filled with the hum of the dryer. Warm air poured down over his head, and Adams’ fingers threaded through his hair, moving back and forth. Han Yan squinted in comfort.

By the time his hair was mostly dry, Adams turned off the dryer. Han Yan was already leaning into Adams’ embrace, his eyelids heavy with sleep. Adams wrapped his arms around him from behind, kissed the top of his head, and whispered, “If something is bothering you, you can tell me.”

“What?” Han Yan asked dizzily.

“The person we met today. You know him, right? You seemed unhappy after seeing him.”

Unhappy? It wasn’t exactly unhappiness; it was more like annoyance. Han Yan should have argued, but in the end, a soft “Mm” escaped his throat.

Adams rested his chin on Han Yan’s head and rubbed it gently, his voice soft as if fearing he’d wake him. “If you’re willing, you can tell me.”

What is there to tell? Besides, what was their relationship? He was acting like they were actually dating.

Han Yan turned over in Adams’ arms, burying his face in the man’s chest and wrapping his hands around his waist. “Just an insignificant person. Nothing to talk about,” he muttered. “I’m sleepy, Adams.”

If Han Yan had looked up, he would have seen the disappointment in Adams’ eyes, but even if he had, it wouldn’t have changed anything.

Han Yan knew he was a bit of a scumbag. He didn’t deny it, but he truly had no heart for emotional baggage. He just wanted to be free, unburdened by anything, doing what made him happy. He hated the anxiety of gains and losses and the string of negative emotions that came with romance. For him, pleasure was paramount. If something might make him unhappy, why do it at all?

Adams laid Han Yan down, tucked him in, and kissed his forehead. “Nighty night, babe.”

Zhou Fangrong finally settled down, resting at home for a few days, watering flowers and drinking tea. Han Yan was happy to have the leisure, spending his days either playing with Benny or teasing Adams.

Every time Adams was teased too much, the veins on his arms would twitch, yet his eyes would always look toward Han Yan with a misty gaze, like a large dog waiting for its owner’s affection. If Adams were truly a dog, Han Yan believed he would be very willing to keep him.

“Adams, let’s go out to see the fireworks for New Year’s Eve.”

Han Yan sat on the lawn, holding Benny, who was pouncing on him and licking him non-stop. He scratched Benny’s chin and looked toward Adams, who was seriously watering the crops. Adams’ tank top was splashed with water, clinging to his frame and outlining his robust muscles.

Adams wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. Meeting Han Yan’s expectant gaze, he nodded. “Okay.”

Zhou Fangrong and John were visiting friends for New Year’s Eve. They originally wanted to take Han Yan and Adams along, but dropped the idea after hearing they wanted to see the fireworks.

“You young people have fun. Remember to stay safe,” Zhou Fangrong exhorted them with a smile. For some reason, Han Yan sensed something meaningful in that smile.

On New Year’s Eve, Han Yan changed into new clothes, put on his ear studs, and went downstairs. Zhou Fangrong and John had already left, leaving the large living room feeling a bit cold and quiet.

Standing on the stairs, he immediately saw Adams waiting for him downstairs, dressed in a formal suit. Adams seemed a bit unaccustomed to the formal wear, uncomfortably tugging at his collar.

Han Yan raised an eyebrow and let out a whistle. Tsk, quite handsome.

Adams looked up and met his gaze. It was then that Han Yan realized Adams had even styled his hair, combing it back into a sleek look that fully revealed his deep, handsome features.

“Adams, should I go back up and change? You’re making me look bad.” Han Yan joked, but Adams gazed at him solemnly and sincerely.

“No need. You look good no matter what.”

“Your tongue is quite sweet. Come here, let Brother give you a kiss.”

Han Yan stood his ground and beckoned. Adams walked over, and before he could even lean down, Han Yan grabbed his collar and kissed him. Mm, truly sweet.

Han Yan released the collar, smoothed out the wrinkles, and pinched Adams’ chin. “Let’s go. If we’re any later, we won’t get a spot.”

To be honest, Han Yan had never actually gone to the site to squeeze in with a crowd for fireworks. His previous apartment faced the Harbour Bridge directly, so he could just sip wine behind a floor-to-ceiling window. But there’s a first time for everything. He’d survived Boxing Day; surely the fireworks wouldn’t be that bad.

Throughout the drive, Han Yan kept staring at the focused Adams. The more he looked, the itchier his heart felt. Adams in a suit was truly alluring. If it weren’t for road safety, he’d have pounced on him right then and there.

Under that intense gaze, Adams kept his eyes on the road, but the veins on his hands gripping the steering wheel bulged suspiciously, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

When a red light turned on and the car stopped, Han Yan unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over. He grabbed Adams’ face and bit his lower lip before sliding down to lick his Adam’s apple. He heard a muffled groan from above and, just a second before the light turned green, sat back and buckled his seatbelt.

“Green light, Adams.”

He watched with amusement at the bulging vein on Adams’ temple and the obvious physical reaction the man couldn’t hide. Adams stepped on the gas, his ears flushed a suspicious red.

“You… don’t do that next time.”

“Do what?” Han Yan laughed roguishly.

Adams saw the teasing in Han Yan’s eyes and pursed his lips. “Try not to do that while I’m driving. It’s easy to cause an accident.” He paused, then added, “Any time except when I’m driving is fine.”

Han Yan nearly burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking. “Understood, cutie.”

Adams parked the car in a hotel parking lot. Han Yan didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just for convenience. But as they got out, Adams led him into the hotel lobby.

Wait, this is different from what I expected.

A waiter led them to the 36th floor restaurant, taking them to a window seat. Han Yan glanced outside; it faced the Harbour Bridge and the Opera House perfectly—the best vantage point for fireworks.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at Adams with interest as the latter discussed dietary preferences with the waiter. Once the waiter left, he tilted his chin at Adams, waiting for an explanation.

Adams spoke slowly. “I looked up guides. They said you can see the fireworks here. I thought you’d prefer this over being squeezed in a crowd.”

Adams really did understand him. Han Yan smiled. “Thanks. I do quite hate crowds.”

Han Yan also realized why Adams wore a suit; the man probably considered this a date. A date? He hadn’t actually been on a real date before. It was a novel experience. Though their relationship didn’t exactly warrant it, he’d consider it one for the sake of the effort.

As night fell, the sea turned deep blue. Warm yellow lights spilled from the Opera House. Beside it, the Harbour Bridge was ablaze with light. Han Yan sipped sweet champagne, the candlelight reflecting off his face and the black opal in his ear.

Adams stepped away from the table briefly. Han Yan was idly swirling his glass when a waiter appeared.

“Hello, these are the flowers ordered by Mr. Wilson.”

A large bouquet of vivid roses suddenly occupied his vision, petals still wet with dew. He laughed, taking the bouquet. “Thank you.”

Adams returned to see Han Yan tracing the red petals with his fair fingers—a sight that felt strangely erotic. He swallowed hard and sat down. “Do you like them? I heard people send flowers on dates.”

Tsk, quite old-fashioned, especially roses symbolizing fiery love.

Han Yan looked into those emerald eyes, seeing the caution and the undisguised affection within them. His heart sank slightly. He reached out to cover Adams’ hand, leaned forward, and kissed his lips.

At that moment, the fireworks outside soared into the sky and exploded in a riot of color, illuminating them both.

“Adams, let’s go back to the room.”