After Transmigrating as the Northeast CEO's Pampered Little Husband - Chapter 60

Everything seemed to be getting better. Although Dai Gucan hadn’t explicitly said so, Gu Jiaoyang continued to stay at the Dai residence, playing the part of his “CEO’s fiancé.”

Qin Yuan’s home was overseas. Though she was back to normal, she needed to return to deal with some matters before she could come back permanently, which would take about six months.

Before leaving, she had a long talk with Gu Jiaoyang, earnestly asking him to look after Dai Gucan… or rather, to live happily with him.

Gu Jiaoyang rubbed his nose, slightly embarrassed by Qin Yuan’s praise. Since Dai Gucan was willing to continue the relationship, he would certainly look after his partner.

It was worth noting, however, that the issue of Dai Gucan unilaterally breaking up with him hadn’t been resolved; Dai Gucan hadn’t taken back his words. Gu Jiaoyang knew they needed a formal, sincere proposal a genuine request for partnership.

Gu Jiaoyang had a hunch this opportunity wouldn’t be far off, so he allowed Dai Gucan to stew in his own awkwardness for the time being.

A few days later, the summer holiday ended, and it was time for Changjing Academy of Fine Arts to open.

Dai Gucan had specified in the original agreement that he would arrange everything for Gu Jiaoyang over the next four years, including securing him a spot at the academy.

Changjing Academy of Fine Arts was the second-ranked art university in the country. It was as famous as Jing Gongyi, and one of only three universities that allowed entry via financial contribution.

As the art university with the highest admission scores, it “humanely” reserved ten places for sponsored enrolment.

“I was an art student originally?” Gu Jiaoyang looked at the information on the computer screen, surprised to find that his original self had been on the art track since middle school.

“…I’m finished. I don’t know how to paint!!!”

As a cultivator who had dropped out of school early and been taken in by his Master, he hadn’t had the money to study such expensive subjects.

He blamed himself for being too focused on other details when signing the agreement, completely missing the fact that the university bought for him was an art school.

Following the original host’s path, this arrangement would have been a dream come true, but for him, it posed a significant challenge.

“Never mind. Painting can’t be harder than studying sutras.”

Gu Jiaoyang browsed the university’s website, looking at the Impressionist and Abstract works, and stroked his chin. He didn’t feel it looked particularly difficult.

“Oil painting department… this messy stuff looks like something I could do, too.”

The midday sun shone brightly, silver-like. Gu Jiaoyang lay in bed, scrolling through his tablet, researching the academy.

He had deactivated and uninstalled Orange Blossom. Because of the disaster during the last gala livestream, the platform was attacked by rivals and closed for a month. Gu Jiaoyang couldn’t wait around and decided to retire from the streaming world entirely.

He realised the streaming industry was no more relaxing than any other. Because of the lack of regulatory oversight online, it was easier to get stressed. He thought it would be better to focus on making medicine seriously and opening an online shop, avoiding all that empty traffic.

If people want to buy, they buy. If they don’t, they don’t. I’ll just set the unit price high enough.

With this thought, Gu Jiaoyang opened his notepad and scribbled something down. His plans were no longer just about supporting himself; they now included Dai Gucan, so he needed to earn much more money than anticipated.

After all, Dai Gucan was the CEO of a multi-billion-pound listed company. If he was going to be his partner, he needed some assets as a dowry.

He felt it was unlikely he’d get anything from his “parents.” Apparently, when he went missing, the police couldn’t even locate them; it was Wu Ke who provided the identification, and Dai Gucan signed the consent forms as a family member.

“Tsk, two months without earning a penny. Sigh, I still have a decent amount in my card as seed money. I need to buy land… I wonder if buying a whole mountain is feasible.”

Gu Jiaoyang wrote and drew in his notepad, wiggling his feet as he planned his mogul future.

The university began accepting students between 28 August and 1 September. Although the weather was still warm, the sun wasn’t as harsh. The academy reportedly didn’t have military training and was one of the few schools that started classes immediately.

“You’re taking me?”

After breakfast, Gu Jiaoyang came downstairs with his backpack and found Dai Gucan hadn’t gone to work. His suit was missing; he was dressed in casual wear.

A T-shirt and shorts made him look several years younger.

Dai Gucan, putting on his shoes in the entrance hall, glanced at his watch. “Mm. I took the day off. I’m driving you to school.”

Normally, Dai Gucan looked cold and reserved, but Gu Jiaoyang, who had already seen through his goofy, husky-like heart, was not intimidated at all. He rushed up to Dai Gucan like a small cannonball and hugged his waist tightly, planting a big “muah” on his cheek!

“Wow, the big CEO is driving me and acting as my chauffeur. What if I can’t afford to hire you?” Gu Jiaoyang secured his seatbelt in the passenger seat and asked, feigning distress.

Dai Gucan hadn’t even put the key in the ignition. He blushed slightly, looking out the window at the plants as he replied calmly, “Then sell yourself to me.”

If one ignored his flushed ears and his very small voice, one might assume he was seriously admiring the foliage.

“Uncle Dai, what did you say? Sell myself to you? No way! I’m very expensive, Uncle Dai would have to drive me around for a lifetime to afford me!”

Gu Jiaoyang was truly the little Prince of Flirtation. He seamlessly turned the romantic line back on Dai Gucan, successfully leaving the already quiet CEO speechless. With red ears, Dai Gucan started the car and drove out.

“Uncle Dai, why are you not talking? I wanted to hear more!” Gu Jiaoyang placed his hand on the driving Dai Gucan’s thigh. He kept his hand still, obediently letting his mouth do the talking.

“Be quiet.” Dai Gucan, who was being constantly called “Uncle Dai,” seemed to have an internal reaction. He quietly objected, red ears glowing, and drove silently, though his body subconsciously shifted his thigh slightly towards the passenger seat.

It was already hot in the summer. Gu Jiaoyang’s small hand quickly warmed up the area on his thigh. Even with the air conditioning running, the heat transferred through the thin fabric and slowly spread up his body.

It was utterly tantalising.

However, Dai Gucan couldn’t bring himself to ask Gu Jiaoyang to remove his hand. By the time they arrived at the university, there was a small, damp patch on his trousers, which quickly dried in the outside breeze.

Because it was the start of the semester, they brought quite a bit of luggage: two large suitcases, mainly filled with bedding and clothes.

Changjing Academy of Fine Arts wasn’t particularly far from the Dai residence—one was in the west, the other in the north—so it took about an hour and a half outside of peak traffic.

Dai Gucan wanted to bring more things, but Gu Jiaoyang stopped him. It was better to go home every day; it was convenient and good for their relationship.

However, he still needed to stay in the dorm for a few days at the start, as the first week was usually busy with registration and appointments.

“Is this the one?”

Gu Jiaoyang collected the dormitory key and led Dai Gucan by the lift to their assigned room. Since Dai Gucan had sponsored his entry, the room was a double suite. Upon entering, there was a living room, leading to two separate rooms. Gu Jiaoyang’s room was the one on the right, complete with its own bathroom, balcony, and study area.

“Do you know how to make a bed?” Gu Jiaoyang opened his suitcase and pulled out his bedsheet, asking Dai Gucan, who was standing at the door.

Dai Gucan froze, touched his earlobe, and walked over without answering. He took the bedsheet from Gu Jiaoyang and looked silently at the large bed, which only had a mattress.

“I think so.”

Gu Jiaoyang was amused by Dai Gucan’s expression holding the Doraemon bedsheet as if he were about to close a major business deal. He gladly delegated the bed-making task to Dai Gucan, turning to hang his clothes in the wardrobe.

“Good luck, Uncle Dai, hahahaha!”

Dai Gucan had never lived in a student dorm when he was the typical age. He attended university in his home city, and before they moved, he lived very close to the campus. He always had nannies growing up, and after his parents died, his aunt took care of him. Domestic chores were never his concern.

Seeing Gu Jiaoyang with his back to him, arranging clothes, Dai Gucan held up the bedsheet to block himself and quietly pulled out his phone, messaging ‘Little Blue’ (Little Zhi) with the query: “How should I make a bed?”

The search results were clearly useless rubbish. Dai Gucan clicked haphazardly and stumbled onto a strange website. The screen was covered in colourful mosaics, and he couldn’t back out. Finally, a title popped up: “Me and my XXX on the bed XXX, mp4.”

“!”

Dai Gucan jumped, feeling inexplicably guilty. He quickly turned off the screen and shoved the phone into his pocket.

It’s just making a bed. I’ll just follow the pictures.

The bedsheet was easy enough; just unfold it and spread it on the mattress. But the duvet cover was the problem. Dai Gucan tried several times, but he couldn’t successfully flatten the duvet inside the cover.

“Uncle Dai, are you done yet? …Why are you climbing inside the duvet cover?” Gu Jiaoyang finished hanging his clothes and turned around, seeing Dai Gucan somehow inside the duvet cover, with only half his body sticking out. Perhaps because the space inside was limited, when Dai Gucan heard Gu Jiaoyang call him, he instinctively lifted his head, only for the duvet cover which was crumpled at the bottom to slip and cause him to slide back onto the bed.

“Hahahahahahahaha Dai Gucan hahahahahaha!!!” Gu Jiaoyang couldn’t stop laughing. He dropped the bag in his hand and crouched on the floor, roaring with laughter until tears streamed from his eyes.

“No, you put the duvet in from the outside. Won’t you suffocate in there?” Gu Jiaoyang walked over and tugged at Dai Gucan’s leg.

“I can’t get it to go in from the outside,” Dai Gucan replied, utterly earnest, as if the fault lay entirely with the duvet cover.

“Then come out first; it’s so hot in there.” Gu Jiaoyang pulled at the duvet cover, finding that not only was it wrinkled and crumpled by Dai Gucan’s struggles, but the bottom was also tucked under the mattress, making it impossible to pull free.

“I can’t get out.”

“Why?”

“I’m pinning down the corner of the duvet. I can’t get out.” Dai Gucan’s voice sounded genuinely wronged. Gu Jiaoyang couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Can’t you just let go of it and get out?”

“If I let go, I won’t be able to get the duvet in!”

“And you think you can get it in if you don’t let go while you’re inside, hahahahahahaha! Oh God, I’m dying with laughter!”

Gu Jiaoyang’s stomach hurt from laughing. After wiping the tears from his eyes, he grinned mischievously and pulled open the zipper at the bottom of the duvet cover, crawling inside himself.

“Heehee, so you were just kneeling like this.”

The zipper opening was large enough for two people’s waists. Dai Gucan knelt on the bed, his hands pinning the corners. Gu Jiaoyang slipped into the space between Dai Gucan and the mattress. Seeing the situation clearly inside, he simply turned over and lay down, poking Dai Gucan’s chin with his finger.

“Uncle Dai, you’re so silly.”

Perhaps realising how ridiculous he looked, Dai Gucan pursed his lips, slightly embarrassed.

“I’ll definitely figure it out next time.”

Dai Gucan promised with solemn seriousness, a look that made Gu Jiaoyang giggle again.

“It’s alright. We need you more for what happens after the bed is made.” Gu Jiaoyang’s finger slid down from Dai Gucan’s chin, slowly tracing his Adam’s apple.

“Uncle Dai, look. Nobody can see us in here, can they? It’s sealed off. Very safe, wouldn’t you say?”

Gu Jiaoyang smiled at Dai Gucan. The light inside the duvet cover was dim, making their outlines unclear, but Dai Gucan felt the boy beneath him had impossibly shining lips.

“You’re right.”

Dai Gucan relaxed his grip, no longer concerned with the uncooperative duvet corner. Compared to the struggle with the bedding, the sweet little lamb beneath him was far more suitable to be pinned down.

“Mua!”

Their lips pressed together tightly. The unsupported duvet cover fell over them, obscuring their movements inside.

“Your hands… don’t touch…”

No way. I haven’t seen you for days. I just want to soak up your scent.

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