Stop Eyeing My Pretty Caretaker - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The call connected almost instantly. Then, a rhythmic, mechanical communication tone came from the smartwatch.

“Beep Beep”

Jian Chen panicked.

He was still wearing his pajamas, with the innocent panda cub sitting in his lap. Jian Chen stood up frantically, his fingertips instinctively reaching for the cancel button.

At that exact moment, the video suddenly connected.

Yesting’s face appeared on the screen.

Jian Chen’s movements froze, his heart skipped a beat, and a faint blush rapidly flooded his face.

The heat made it impossible for him to think.

The lighting on Yesting’s end was very bright; it seemed it wasn’t yet his bedtime. The man was actually wearing a military uniform, sitting in front of a large chair. A warm-colored desk lamp on one side illuminated the man’s handsome profile, making even the strands of his hair appear distinct.

The man seemed somewhat surprised; as he looked at Jian Chen on the screen, a slight change appeared in his expression.

“That… it was Dundu who.

Jian Chen was thinking: if he just said the call was made by Dundu, would its dad believe it?

He didn’t even believe it himself.

orz

Jian Chen’s skin was very fair.

So, even though the scene was set in the deep of night with ink-blue moonlight filling the background and only a tiny bit of light illuminating his cheeks, the youth was still strikingly pale, like soft jade that had been polished to a luster.

He appeared to be sitting on his bed, having already changed into pajamas. As he moved somewhat flusteredly, the smooth, dark fabric shifted to reveal a small section of his collarbone, and the line connecting his jaw to his neck was delicate and beautiful.

Even his neck was being overrun by a flush of red.

In a place Jian Chen couldn’t see, Yesting narrowed his eyes slightly. His expression remained unchanged, but his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.

He was, a bit excessively well-behaved.

Yesting’s voice came through the speaker: “What’s wrong?”

Tinged with a hint of raspiness, it remained a magnetic and deep voice. Hearing it like this, Jian Chen found his mind wandering again, led astray by the sound.

After giving up on using Dundu as a shield, Jian Chen had no choice but to stammer: “It’s nothing, I just wanted to see you.”

“…”

The air was somewhat silent because Yesting didn’t respond.

He didn’t know if it was Jian Chen’s imagination, but why did it feel like the atmosphere had become even more subtle?

Jian Chen swallowed hard and quickly changed the subject: “Mr. Cole, where will the wedding be held?”

“Cole?” Yesting asked back.

“Ah…” Jian Chen felt slightly embarrassed. A stray hair on his head that he had just smoothed down popped up again. He corrected himself: “Yesting.”

Alright, he had seemingly never taken the initiative to call Yesting by his name to his face; it was a bit unfamiliar.

“It’s not in the city center. I’ll send it to you in a moment,” Yesting replied.

Jian Chen nodded and said obediently: “Okay.”

“Are there any relatives you want to invite?” Yesting asked him without much expression.

Jian Chen froze for a second and thought carefully: “No.”

Jian Chen didn’t really have any relatives. He grew up in an orphanage. Speaking of which, he only had one younger brother named Jian Yu. Later, as they grew up, China launched the “Interstellar Migration Project,” screening for the most outstanding and suitable humans to migrate from among the vast numbers of citizens who applied.

Jian Yu was among them.

That departure was six years ago, and they had little contact by now.

Furthermore, wanting to get in touch wasn’t easy. Interstellar communication let alone meeting in person likely took several months for a single round trip.

Besides, the two brothers weren’t very close.

Jian Chen thought for a moment: “Can I invite my colleagues from the research institute?”

Yesting’s expression was neutral as his finger gently tapped the edge of the desk. “Of course.”

A serious discussion about marriage thus concluded.

Jian Chen felt as if he had returned to his student days, during a group project, seriously negotiating the life cycle of zebrafish with a teammate.

Jian Chen’s gaze drifted, noticing Yesting’s working environment. Behind the man was a grand and beautiful bookshelf, and in front of him was a spotless desktop with a solitary fountain pen. Jian Chen vaguely guessed: was the man perhaps a clerical staff member in the military department?

“Co—” Jian Chen paused and silently changed his address: “Yesting, would you like to come and visit my research institute sometime in the future?”

Yesting looked at him, his expression revealing a bit of doubt, or perhaps it could be called strangeness. His cold, magnetic voice said: “Why would I go to your research institute?”

Cough… good question.

It left Jian Chen stumped as well. He couldn’t exactly say that as a husband, under normal circumstances, one could appropriately visit their partner’s working environment after marriage?

Jian Chen understood; for Yesting, there seemed to be no necessity.

He changed his tune, switching to a more logical reason: “The students at my institute want to meet you. They’re a bit curious.”

Yesting’s voice was somewhat soft: “Curious about what?”

Jian Chen was choked up.

He felt like he had dug a hole for himself.