After the Fake Young Master Betrayed the Australian Farmer - Chapter 3

“Host your dear friend for the night?”

“Yan, it looks like you had a pleasant weekend. Did something good happen?”

Chris, whose face was covered in freckles and topped with a head of brown curls, walked side by side with Han Yan. Each of them carried a crate of blueberries, walking together.

“Does encountering a dish that suits my taste count as something good?”

Han Yan raised an eyebrow. Chris immediately flashed a lewd smile, leaning in to gossip. “No wonder you would not go to the city with us over the weekend. You had a beauty in your arms, did you not? Was it Nancy or Georgina?”

“Or was it that Vietnamese girl from the dorm next door? She is quite cute and blushes every time she speaks to you.”

Han Yan spoke up to remind him, “Chris, did you forget that I am gay?”

Han Yan was born gay. Rather than pretty, delicate “0s,” he preferred strong, sturdy men who were like aggressive leopards, exuding thick waves of male hormones. Yes, that is right; not only was he gay, but he was also a pure “0.” His ideal type was a “big, fierce 1,” colloquially known as a “stud.”

Han Yan had been surrounded by all kinds of men since childhood, but he had never laid eyes on one he truly liked; he always felt something was missing. He always demanded the best. Even if he were to sleep with someone, it had to be with the highest quality specimen.

The image of that tall, imposing figure suddenly surfaced in his mind. Han Yan curled his lips into a playful smile.

He really is top tier. Interesting.

“Chris, do you know Adams?”

Han Yan placed the blueberries at the designated spot and shook his arms to relax his muscles.

“Adams? I only know an Adam. Short guy with a golden mushroom cut. Do you have eyes for him?” Chris unloaded his crate and winked.

Han Yan looked at Chris’s scrunched up features and showed a face of disgust. “No, I was just asking.”

Clearly, they were not talking about the same person. Han Yan did not expect it to be so easy to gather information on Adams anyway. The farm was massive. He could not even recognize everyone responsible for the blueberries, let alone those in different departments.

Besides, Adams clearly held a different position. Usually, their paths would never cross. If Adams had not happened to pass by and help him that day, and if his stove had not broken later, who knows how long it would have taken for them to meet.

Thinking of how Adams had come to borrow the kitchen yesterday with a look of hesitation, Han Yan let out a low laugh and sent him a message.

Yan Han: [Where was that photo you posted taken?]

After sending it, he was in no rush for a reply. He casually shoved his phone back into his pocket and continued working.

Time always flies when one is busy. By the time he completely stopped, it was nearly time to clock out. Today he was so exhausted that he ate lunch with his eyes half closed. After finishing, he took a quick nap and got right back to work when the alarm went off.

At this moment, his mind was filled only with the thought of eating quickly, taking a “battle shower,” and going to bed early. He had long since forgotten about the message from that morning.

Therefore, when he saw Adams, he was quite surprised. He wondered how this man had suddenly “seen the light” and known to come looking for him proactively. He walked over and raised a hand to greet him.

“Adams, what are you doing here?”

Julie simply assumed he was Han Yan’s acquaintance, but Chris, hearing the name, looked at Adams several times. His gaze traveled back and forth between the two men. Finally, he slapped Han Yan heavily on the shoulder, winked, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear: “I hope you have a wonderful night.”

Han Yan laughed and cursed as he punched Chris in the shoulder. The latter walked away with a grin, clutching his arm. Once he was gone, Han Yan turned his attention back to Adams.

“You messaged me to ask where the photo was taken.”

Upon hearing this, Han Yan remembered that he had indeed sent a message that morning. Why had he wanted to ask? He seemed to have forgotten. Well, it was not important; what mattered was that this man had eagerly come to find him just because of a casual question.

He crinkled the corners of his eyes happily. “That is right. I saw the photo you posted and thought the scenery was quite good. I wanted to see it for myself.”

Adams stared at Han Yan silently for a long time, then pursed his lips. “I sent you a message, but you did not reply.”

“Ah, I was quite busy today. After I messaged you this morning, I did not have time to look at my phone.”

Han Yan pulled out his phone and found that the other party had indeed sent two messages. One was a serious reply regarding the location; the other, sent a few hours later, was a Jerry the Mouse emoji with “Hello” written on it. He did not know where Adams had found that emoji, but it was surprisingly cute.

Han Yan could not help but laugh and shook his phone at him. “Brother, nice emoji. I know the location now. Thanks.”

Adams opened his mouth. His fists at his sides clenched, loosened, and then clenched again. Han Yan did not rush him. He crossed his arms with interest, standing opposite and admiring the bulging veins that ran from Adams’ forearms to the back of his hands. The veins rose and fell with his emotions, tightening and relaxing like a taut bowstring, forming a beautiful arc.

Han Yan’s index finger lifted slightly, tapping his own arm.

“Are you free now? If you want to see it, it is not too late.”

Han Yan’s finger paused. He tilted his head and laughed. “Adams, are you inviting me?”

Adams nodded solemnly, his expression serious. “Did you not say we are friends?”

Oh, because we are friends.

Tsk, the “friend” excuse is quite useful.

Han Yan lifted his eyelids and cast an unidentifiable glance at Adams, who was looking at him suspiciously. He stood on his tiptoes and hooked his arm around Adams’ neck. “Let’s go. We brothers are going to watch the sunset!”

On the vast, boundless lawn, flocks of sheep huddled together like fluffy, slowly drifting clouds. The air was filled with a continuous “baaing” sound. The golden red sunset spilled directly onto the sheep without any obstacles. Shadows crisscrossed the ground like a deep lake.

Birds returning to their nests flapped their wings, flying toward the crimson sun on the horizon. The surrounding clouds were dyed in vivid colors. The summer evening breeze brushed against his cheeks; the stuffiness of the day was gone, replaced by a touch of cool comfort.

Han Yan opened his arms toward the wind. The hem of his shirt puffed up, revealing a small section of his fair, lean waist. The slight indentations of his waist cast faint shadows on his lower back, appearing and disappearing.

He turned his head to look at Adams. His profile was plated with a layer of gentle golden light from the afterglow. Every tiny hair on his face was clearly visible. His pitch black pupils were reflected as amber. Half of his body was nearly melted into the rosy light, becoming an indispensable part of the beautiful scenery.

Adams’ breath hitched. In his emerald green eyes, Han Yan’s smiling eyes were reflected.

“Adams, why are you staring at me instead of the sunset? Is the sunset not beautiful?”

“It is beautiful.”

Adams blurted out the words without thinking while staring at Han Yan’s face. Han Yan raised an eyebrow, curled his lips, and turned his head back to look at the slowly sinking sun.

He felt the gaze beside him sticking to him like something physical. He pretended not to notice, continuing to enjoy the beauty before him until the sun completely sank below the horizon.

“At this hour, there probably will not be much food left in the dorm.”

Han Yan nudged Adams lightly with his elbow and spoke lazily, “I am hungry, Adams.”

Han Yan originally thought the dorm Adams lived in would be similar to theirs, but he never expected this man to occupy an entire villa by himself! The villa was also two stories. The interior layout was basically the same as his own dorm, but there were significantly fewer belongings; it looked cold and quiet.

Unlike his dorm, where the downstairs area was piled with luggage and miscellaneous items that could not fit in the rooms, this place clearly lacked that lively feel.

Han Yan slumped onto the sofa with familiarity. Looking at the chandelier on the ceiling, he sighed, “Adams, your place is really nice.”

Few people and quiet; even the wooden floors were shiny. It was obvious that it was cleaned often; it was more than just a bit cleaner than his dorm.

Adams froze, then said uncertainly, “Then… just treat this as your own home? Make yourself comfortable?”

Han Yan burst out laughing. He propped his elbow on the armrest and rested his chin in his palm, looking at the confused Adams with great interest. “Adams, where did you learn that phrase?”

“Online. It said that when Chinese people have relatives or friends over, they all say that.”

Adams explained honestly. After a moment, he asked, “Should I also wash some fruit for you?”

Seeing his silly appearance, Han Yan’s heart suddenly itched. He beckoned to him. “Adams, lean down for a bit.”

Adams did not understand why, but he obeyed. He leaned down close to Han Yan, his handsome face filled with a thirst for knowledge. “Did I say something wrong?”

A muffled laugh escaped Han Yan’s throat. He reached out to pinch Adams’ chin and gave it a shake. His breath brushed against the other man’s face. Adams’ crow feather eyelashes trembled slightly, and a flash of joy crossed his eyes.

“You did not say it wrong. Adams, you learn very quickly.”

Han Yan withdrew his hand and gave him a thumb up with a smile. “I remember last time you did not even know what ‘giving oneself in marriage’ meant. Now you have even learned the Chinese way of hosting guests? Impressive!”

At the mention of that, Adams’ expression changed repeatedly, gradually becoming hesitant. “You…”

“Adams, what are you making tonight? Is there anything fast? I am really hungry right now.”

Han Yan buried his head in his meal of tomato and scrambled eggs. The smooth, delicious eggs paired with the sweet and sour, juicy tomatoes was a perfect combination. One bite over rice satisfied his empty stomach.

“Delicious! Adams, if this were the past, I would definitely hire you as my private chef!”

Han Yan finished the last bite of rice and handed the bowl to Adams. The latter took it and went to serve him another full bowl of distinct, fluffy rice.

“You do not need to pay. We are friends. It is only right to treat a friend to a meal.”

Being friends with Adams was indeed not bad. Han Yan took the bowl from Adams’ hand, his fingertips accidentally brushing against the other man’s fingers—a touch that broke instantly.

“Thanks, friend—”

He drew out the final word with a rising tone. The simple word “friend” sounded ambiguously suggestive coming from him.

Adams’ body stiffened. He cast several uncertain glances at Han Yan, his mouth opening and closing, his brow furrowed as if he were caught in some inner conflict.

Han Yan ate his meal slowly. Occasionally, their eyes met, and Adams’ pupils would instantly tremble.

No wonder some gay men like to tease straight guys; it really is quite interesting.

He put down his chopsticks, pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and stood up leisurely. He walked to Adams’ side and patted his shoulder, speaking in a brisk tone.

“The food was great. Thanks. If you need anything in the future, just find me. Do not be shy; we are friends. We are bros!”

Adams’ shoulders slumped. He visibly relaxed, but a trace of disappointment leaked from his brow.

Tsk, it seems he is not that straight after all.

Good. That makes things much easier.

Full and satisfied, Han Yan slumped on the sofa, too lazy to move. He squinted his eyes at the figure washing dishes by the sink. The more he looked, the more pleasing the man seemed. Even while washing dishes, Adams kept his back straight like an immovable mountain. It was very easy on the eyes.

“Adams.”

He sat up straight, propped his head on his hand, and called out. The person in question turned off the faucet and looked back.

“Host your dear friend for the night?”