After the Fake Young Master Betrayed the Australian Farmer - Chapter 13

“What is with you? You are acting like a big puppy.”

The incident with Han Jue was nothing more than a minor interlude in Han Yan’s life. He did not take it to heart and gradually pushed it to the back of his mind.

One day, he was lazily reclining across Adams’ lap while playing a mobile game, occasionally opening his mouth to be fed. His teeth would graze the other man’s fingertips every so often. If the battle on screen happened to be calm, he would pull Adams’ head down toward him, tilting his own head back for a quick kiss.

Just as a team fight in the game reached a fever pitch, a WeChat notification tone cut through the game’s sound effects. He cast a casual glance at the message preview at the top of the screen. Seeing the name “Han Jue,” he could not immediately recall who it was. Only after the round ended did he leisurely swipe over to the WeChat interface.

Han Jue: “Hello. Thank you again for what happened last time. Could I treat you to a meal?” Han Jue: [Cat peeking emoji]

After reading that, Han Yan finally remembered.

Han Yan: “No need for a treat. I was just helping out.”

As his fingertips tapped away on the screen, Adams looked down at the display and pursed his lips. There was no reply from the other side for quite a while. Han Yan felt he had made himself clear enough; anyone with a bit of emotional intelligence should be able to see he was drawing a line.

Just as he was about to exit the app, another message arrived.

Han Jue: “Okay. Thank you anyway.” Han Jue: [Cat gratitude emoji]

Good. He is a smart one.

“Adams, where are the grapes?” Han Yan smacked his lips, only then realizing that his companion had stopped feeding him for some time.

While he enjoyed grapes, he disliked the bitter skin. He would only eat them if they were peeled. Since he was busy gaming and could not spare his hands, the scene had become one where Adams peeled them and fed him the fruit. He looked up and ran right into Adams’ hesitant, lingering gaze. Han Yan reached out to pinch the other man’s chin, asking suspiciously, “What is it?”

Adams’ eyes fell on the chat history on the phone screen. He asked in a low voice, “Is that the person you helped last time?”

“Yeah. Didn’t I tell you about it already?”

Han Yan became even more confused. Looking at Adams’ lips, which were pulled into a tight, straight line, an incredible thought suddenly surfaced.

“Adams, are you jealous?”

To be honest, given the nature of their relationship, there should have been no room for jealousy. However, Adams was fully under the impression that they were dating. Only when real feelings are involved does possessiveness emerge.

Han Yan suddenly felt a headache coming on. Would Adams get jealous over every little thing from now on? He might find it interesting once or twice, but he could not deal with it every single day. He had no interest in spending his time explaining himself and coaxing someone. They were not actually in a committed relationship, so he felt no obligation to do so.

For a moment, he even considered coming clean and ending the relationship. After all, his original intention was purely to have fun. If the arrangement started to feel exhausting, it was better to break it off. Even though Adams was a “top-tier catch” and he had not had enough of him yet, it was not more important than his own happiness.

Han Yan rolled over and sat up from Adams’ lap, putting away his usual playful smirk. His expression revealed a rare hint of coldness. His features were already sharp and aggressive; without a smile, the coldness in his eyes intensified, making one think of the perennial snow on a mountain peak, carrying a bone-chilling frost.

He saw the stunned look in Adams’ eyes. A flash of hurt crossed those beautiful emerald eyes, causing Han Yan’s heart to sink and his brow to furrow.

“I am not trying to control your social life,” Adams said, lowering his eyes. “I just felt unhappy because I do not even have your WeChat, but a random passerby you helped does. So I felt a bit… upset.”

“I am sorry. I will not do it again.”

Adams dared not look at Han Yan’s face. He could sense that Han Yan was angry, and he did not want to provoke him. He was afraid that if Han Yan got angry, he would ignore him. He did not know what it was like for other people to be in love; he only knew that he did not want to fight with Han Yan or make him unhappy. He would change anything Han Yan disliked, even if he felt reluctant or slightly wronged deep down.

Han Yan’s pupils trembled. Staring at Adams, who had his head bowed like a child who had done something wrong, his heart felt complicated. Adams had not actually done anything wrong. The fault lay with him for starting this with a “playboy” mindset without being clear, and then enjoying the other man’s kindness without stopping him once he realized how Adams felt.

Tsk. I really am a bit of a jerk.

Han Yan sighed internally and cupped Adams’ face, kneading it twice.

“It is just a WeChat account. Register one right now. Once we add each other, I will pin your chat to the top, okay?”

“Do you know what ‘pinning’ is? It means your contact info stays at the very top of the message list. As soon as I open WeChat, you are the first person I see. Understand?”

Adams froze for a second, then a light gradually sparked in his eyes, much like a child who had just been given candy. Han Yan realized he definitely preferred this version of Adams. He figured that since he was not tired of him yet, he did not mind coaxing Adams occasionally during their remaining days together. Besides, the way Adams looked when he smiled was so silly that it genuinely brightened Han Yan’s mood. He curled his lips into a smile and leaned in to kiss him.

When there were only a few days left of the Christmas holiday, Zhou Fangrong suddenly developed a craving for wild game. Everyone agreed to catch the end of the break with a hunting trip. The Wilson family owned several private hunting grounds in Australia. Most were not open to the public and were reserved for family members.

Both John and Adams held legal firearm licenses, so they could easily take Han Yan along. Han Yan had handled guns before, but mostly just target practice at a range; he had never hunted live prey. Men often have an inexplicable fascination with firearms, and Han Yan was no exception.

The night before they left, Han Yan stayed in Adams’ room until very late. He was unusually hyped up. Eventually, with Adams’ help, he vented his energy twice before finally drifting off. The last thought that popped into his head before sleep was: This guy’s technique is getting better and better.

It took nearly five hours to drive to the hunting grounds, so the group set off early in the morning. Since Han Yan had tossed and turned until late, he spent the entire car ride catching up on sleep, waking only when they reached their destination. When he woke, Zhou Fangrong and John were already gone from the back seat. Only he and Adams remained in the car, with a blanket draped over him.

“You are awake?” Adams reached out to smooth Han Yan’s messy bangs.

Han Yan rubbed his eyes and sat up. “How long have we been here?”

“Over an hour.”

Han Yan’s eyes widened. He had not expected to sleep so soundly. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Grandma and Grandpa saw you were sleeping well and told me not to disturb you. They went to the camp first to organize things.”

Feeling embarrassed for making everyone wait, Han Yan stretched and asked casually, “You just sat here and waited for over an hour? Weren’t you bored?”

“No. You look very handsome when you are asleep.”

Han Yan arched an eyebrow at that, pinched Adams’ chin, and rewarded him with a kiss. “What? You have been looking at this face every day and you are still not tired of it?”

“No. I will never get tired of it.”

Hearing the certainty in Adams’ voice, Han Yan’s gaze darkened slightly. Tsk. He really is endearing.

As soon as Han Yan stepped out of the car, his feet hit coarse gravel. A large area of low forest surrounded the campsite. A tent stood in the center of the clearing, with a few chairs and tables scattered underneath. Outside the tent was a large fire pit where the firewood had burned out, leaving the surrounding stones blackened. The scent of charred wood still lingered in the air.

Not far behind the tent was a two-story wooden cabin, similar to the dormitory at the farm. The cabin door opened from the inside, and John walked out chatting with a man with dark blonde curly hair. During their conversation, John looked over and waved at them. Adams and Han Yan walked over. Seeing Han Yan, John could not help but tease, “Yan, did you sleep well?”

“I slept very well, thanks. You can wake me up next time,” Han Yan replied with a helpless smile.

“We couldn’t do that; Adams would be heartbroken,” John laughed heartily. Adams pursed his lips.

Han Yan kept a neutral expression and laughed along, but a sense of foreboding rose in his heart. Damn. Does that mean they have all figured it out? Then again, given Adams’ personality, where everything is written on his face, even an idiot could see it. If they couldn’t see it, they would need an eye doctor. Whatever. It does not matter. After the holiday, he would not be interacting with Adams’ family anymore. If they wanted to call him a jerk later, they could. He would not deny the fact.

“You must be Adams’ friend. John has been telling me all about you,” the man said. “I am George, John’s nephew and Adams’ cousin. My sister Georgia and I manage this hunting ground.”

George reached out, and Han Yan shook his hand briefly. “I am Han Yan. Nice to meet you.”

“You too.” George then turned to his cousin, with whom he was not very close, and offered a greeting, which Adams acknowledged.

“George, John, Grandma and I have lunch ready. Do you want to eat now?”

Accompanied by a crisp female voice, a woman nearly as tall as Han Yan walked out of the house. She had golden-brown hair, emerald eyes, freckles, and visible muscle. Han Yan realized the Wilson family genetics were quite strong.

“Georgia, this is Adams’ friend, Han Yan.” George introduced him.

Georgia looked at Han Yan curiously and flashed a warm, toothy grin. “Hi, I am Georgia. Nice to meet you.” She suddenly stepped closer, winked at Han Yan, and whispered, “You and Adams look great together.”

Great. Grandma must have said something to her.

“Thank you.” Han Yan could not really argue, so he maintained his smile and shook her hand. Adams, standing closest, overheard them; his eyes sparkled, and his lips curved upward.

After lunch, John suggested that Han Yan change into long sleeves and pants. There were many thorns in the forest, and exposed skin would get scratched easily. Plus, they were camping out tonight, and there would be many insects. Han Yan had not brought long clothes, so he changed into some of Adams’ old clothes left at the cabin.

While he changed, Adams did not leave the room. Han Yan did not mind and simply turned his back to pull off his shirt. Adams stared at Han Yan’s back, where the marks from before had long since vanished. His gaze grew dark and unreadable. He hugged Han Yan from behind and leaned down to bite the protruding shoulder blade.

Han Yan hissed in pain, reached back to swat Adams’ head, and said crossly, “What is with you? You are acting like a big puppy.”