After the Fake Young Master Betrayed the Australian Farmer - Chapter 8

“Insisting on spending money on him? Then he would just have to accept it happily.”

Han Yan looked at the black card Adams handed over, gaining a profound new understanding of the Wilson family’s financial power.

He raised an eyebrow. “A gift for me?”

Adams gave a low “Mm” and added with sincere gravity, “I will buy you anything you want.”

Tsk, quite the smooth talker. A pro.

Han Yan began to doubt Adams’ status as a virgin. The man’s “straight man” reactions during their initial interactions, including his raw awkwardness during their first kiss, were all signs that pointed to him being as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

If he were not, then his acting was so good he deserved a seat on the Oscar judging panel. But if he truly were that green, then a line like that was far too ambiguous.

Does being “friends with benefits” require this level of dedication these days? It feels like I am being kept.

Being kept by someone wealthy, handsome, well-built, a good cook, and kind-hearted actually did not sound so bad.

Compared to the possibility of Adams thinking they were in a serious relationship, Han Yan preferred the idea of a “sponsorship.” Over a decade of family ties could be discarded in an instant; how much more ephemeral was something like “love”?

Han Yan did not want a relationship, nor was he willing to establish true intimacy. From the start, he just wanted to play around with Adams. If the man ended up sticking to him like a piece of medicinal plaster he could not shake off, it would be a real hassle.

His gaze swept across Adams’ handsome face and shifted down to the man’s impressive physical assets.

Tsk, why think so much? Sleep with him first.

If he missed out on a top-tier specimen like this, he would probably wake himself up from a dream in a fit of regret! Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Han Yan quickly pressed a kiss onto Adams’ cheek.

“Thanks, sweetie.”

As the saying goes, only a fool passes up a freebie. Since Adams wanted to give him a gift, why be coy? He might as well accept it graciously.

Adams clearly had not expected Han Yan to be so bold as to kiss him publicly. His pupils contracted, and he looked dazed for a moment. Han Yan enjoyed the sight of the man’s stiff posture as he swiped the card; the more he looked, the more amused he became. When he took the shopping bag, he took the opportunity to scratch Adams’ palm.

Adams paused, instantly caught Han Yan’s hand in a firm grip, and said stiffly, “Don’t mess around.”

“How am I messing around?” Han Yan crinkled his eyes, smiling like a sly fox.

Adams stared into his eyes for a moment before suddenly saying, “You are very beautiful.”

Beautiful? Han Yan had been praised for being “handsome” since he was a child, but this was the first time he had been called “beautiful.” He did not feel offended; instead, it felt quite fresh.

“Thank you. I know I am beautiful.”

Han Yan flashed a smile, his expression radiating confidence. He was like a proud peacock, unreservedly displaying his magnificent tail feathers; it was a sight that made one’s heart itch with the desire to reach out and touch that shimmering brilliance.

Adams’ fingers curled slightly, the veins on the back of his hand betraying the fact that he was currently struggling to suppress his impulses. Han Yan caught the look, let out a light laugh, and interlaced his fingers with Adams’.

Adams’ palms were large, his body temperature was high, and his fingers were nimble. Those callouses always managed to make things feel both painful and exquisite. Recalling the experience on Christmas night, Han Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily.

I kind of want to do it again.

By noon, Zhou Fangrong had reaped a great harvest. John’s hands were full, and several bags even hung from his forearms. She announced with a radiant face that they would have lunch first to refuel before returning to the fray.

There was not just one mall here. Opposite Myer was the massive chain mall, Westfield, which housed all the major luxury brands. Past Westfield was the department store David Jones, offering everything from beauty and fashion to home appliances. Additionally, less than two hundred meters away sat the QVB (Queen Victoria Building), a 19th-century colonial-style shopping center teeming with Australian local and niche brands.

This was exactly why Han Yan had avoided the City once he ran out of money. Anyone who loved shopping could not step foot in here without spending a cent; he would bet his life on it!

The city center was packed everywhere today. They had to wait in line just for lunch. By the time the group finally sat down to rest, over an hour had passed. Han Yan was already famished. When the food finally arrived after another thirty-minute wait, he abandoned all pretense of image and began to eat like someone who had not seen food in eight lifetimes.

Seeing that the water in Han Yan’s glass was nearly gone, Adams silently refilled it, fearing he might choke. Since tasting Adams’ cooking, Han Yan found all other food somewhat lacking.

“Adams, your cooking really is better,” Han Yan swallowed a mouthful of food and said.

Adams’ eyes flickered. “Then I will cook for you from now on.”

Mm, another very ambiguous sentence.

Han Yan was caught off guard and choked. While drinking water, he inconspicuously observed Zhou Fangrong and John. Seeing that they did not seem to notice anything, he breathed a silent sigh of relief. Adams gazed at Han Yan’s face, looking thoughtful.

After lunch, Zhou Fangrong was fully recharged and led the group into Westfield and David Jones. Han Yan dutifully played the role of the bag carrier, occasionally offering advice to Zhou Fangrong.

Zhou Fangrong insisted on buying several items for him, telling him to pick whatever he liked. He repeatedly declined. What exactly is my relationship with Adams? It was not right for the grandmother to give him such expensive gifts.

While he was still back and forth with Zhou Fangrong, Adams had already taken the initiative. He grabbed several pieces of clothing Han Yan had glanced at, all in his size, and headed to the checkout.

The movement of swiping the card, entering the PIN, and signing was seamless. Zhou Fangrong looked at her grandson with approval. For a moment, Han Yan wondered if he was being set up. Adams, carrying several large bags of clothes, took a long stride forward and used his free hand to grip Han Yan’s wrist, pulling him out of the shop.

“Just say what you like. I told you I would buy you anything.”

No, are you for real, brother?

This made things difficult; it made him look like a gold-digger. But if the man insisted on spending money on him, could he really stop him? He had no choice but to accept it happily.

It had to be said that Adams’ powers of observation were remarkably strong. Anything Han Yan looked at for more than a couple of seconds was accurately captured and purchased. He really did not call him “sweetie” for nothing.

Zhou Fangrong walked ahead with Han Yan while Adams and John followed behind, dutifully carrying the bags. Looking at the scene of Han Yan laughing and talking with his grandmother, Adams felt as if his heart were soaking in a hot spring, warm and cozy.

They finally reached their last stop, the QVB. Zhou Fangrong led them into a bespoke tailor shop and greeted the owner familiarly, saying she was there to pick up a suit ordered months ago.

Zhou Fangrong had ordered a suit here for Adams months ago as a coming-of-age gift. It was only then that Han Yan learned Adams was the same age as him; he was actually two months younger. His eyes widened in shock.

He’s only eighteen and already developed this perfectly? I cannot imagine what he will look like when he is fully matured. Well, I definitely will not be around to see it. I wonder who will get lucky in the future.

The curtain of the fitting room was pulled back. Han Yan casually lifted his eyelids, and his pupils suddenly contracted. A flash of pure admiration crossed his eyes.

Two sturdy, powerful legs were perfectly outlined by the suit trousers. Broad shoulders made the suit jacket look sharp and upright. The shirt was buttoned to the very top, the collar sitting right below a prominent Adam’s apple; it was both repressed and incredibly sexy. Adams stood before the mirror, adjusting his collar. He accidentally met Han Yan’s deep, bottomless gaze in the reflection and pursed his lips.

“Does it look good?”

Han Yan crossed his legs, propped his elbow on the armrest, and rested his chin in his hand. He raised an eyebrow and curled his lips. “It looks magnificent, Adams.”

So good I want to pounce on him and strip him bare.

Mm, looks like I need to find an opportunity for Adams to try this suit on later.

“Xiao Han is right. It does look good; it makes you look very sharp,” Zhou Fangrong said, looking Adams over and nodding in approval.

“Old Johnny, your craftsmanship is as excellent as ever,” John said proudly, leaning against the counter to chat with the tailor.

“Can you ever doubt my skills? I personally sewed the suit you wore when you married Fang Rong. Time truly flies; in the blink of an eye, your grandson is already this big.”

While John was reminiscing with Old Johnny, Zhou Fangrong pulled Han Yan aside, insisting on getting a custom suit made for him as well.

“Grandma, I really do not need one. I have nowhere to wear a suit anyway.”

In the past, Han Yan often needed suits for banquets, but where would he go now? Moreover, a bespoke suit took at least a month or two. By then, school would have started, and he and Adams would surely have broken things off. The situation of this suit was truly awkward.

“There will always be an occasion for it. Better to be prepared than caught without,” she insisted.

Han Yan could not win against the elderly lady, so he could only let Old Johnny take his measurements with a tape measure. Fine, I will take it one step at a time. I will deal with the future later. Thinking too much gives me a headache.

Passing a jewelry store, Adams glanced casually at the accessories displayed in the window and suddenly came to a halt. Seeing that he wanted to go in and look, Han Yan told Zhou Fangrong, who was about to enter another shop, and pulled Adams inside.

“Why were you staring at those studs? You do not even have ear piercings. Do you want to get one?”

Selfishly, Han Yan felt that studs did not suit Adams; they did not match his rugged appearance and temperament.

Adams asked the clerk to bring over the pair of studs displayed in the window. Han Yan looked curiously at the earrings made of Opal. The small, pure black stones shimmered with magnificent colors under the light, like an aurora flickering in a pitch-black night sky.

Adams asked if they could be tried on. Upon receiving an affirmative answer, he reached out to pinch Han Yan’s earlobe, carefully lining the needle up with the piercing and pushing it through before fastening the backing.

The black opal studs sat against the fair earlobe, complementing Han Yan’s dark eyes. Adams’ emerald eyes deepened.

“They suit you perfectly.”