The Sickly Beauty Can’t Escape the Obsessive Lover - Chapter 15

This was Jing Yuan’s first time entering Ji Yan’s bedroom since transmigrating into the book.

Similar to the style of Ji Yan’s study, the overall color scheme was dark. Staying in such a place for long periods would hardly lift anyone’s mood.

Jing Yuan crossed his arms over his chest, nestling against Ji Yan as his head swiveled around curiously.

It wasn’t until he noticed the pair of pillows on Ji Yan’s bed that he belatedly tensed up.

Was Ji Yan planning to do something to him?

He secretly glanced up and immediately met Ji Yan’s subtle gaze. Hurriedly looking away, he said, “Ji Yan, I’m sleepy.”

“If you’re sleepy, you can sleep here. With me by your side, you should be able to rest more peacefully.”

A faint smile played on Ji Yan’s lips. He hesitated briefly by the bedside but, after only a few seconds, gently set Jing Yuan down.

The sensation of weightlessness finally faded.

Jing Yuan clutched the gray bedsheet, shrinking backward as much as he could.

The marks Ji Yan had left on his wrist earlier that evening hadn’t yet faded. If Ji Yan noticed them, it would be hard to explain.

Ji Yan removed his jacket, revealing a black turtleneck sweater underneath. His gaze fixed on Jing Yuan, who was huddled at the edge of the bed, he sat down with interest and grasped Jing Yuan’s slender ankle.

Jing Yuan tried to pull away but couldn’t break free.

Ji Yan’s hand was large enough to encircle Jing Yuan’s ankle effortlessly. Studying Jing Yuan’s nervous expression, he slowly curved his lips. “How would you like me to keep you company, Yuan Yuan?”

Jing Yuan pressed his lips together. “Let go first.”

Ji Yan raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

Jing Yuan corrected himself, “Could you let go? I haven’t washed my feet—I don’t want to dirty your hands.”

Ji Yan chuckled softly. “It’s fine. I want to hold them.”

His grip was firm, the warmth of their skin quietly transferring through his palm.

Unable to refuse, Jing Yuan couldn’t help muttering to himself.

Why was Ji Yan so fixated on touching his feet?

Did he have some other peculiar preference?

He had assumed that someone as pampered as Ji Yan would have soft, smooth hands, untouched by labor. Yet, to his surprise, Ji Yan’s right palm bore a few calluses.

Lifting his gaze, Jing Yuan found Ji Yan looking at him with tender affection. He quickly lowered his head and changed the subject. “Ji Yan, how did you get calluses on your hand?”

Ji Yan seemed slightly taken aback. As he raised his palm, Jing Yuan immediately withdrew his foot and tucked it under Ji Yan’s blanket.

“Calluses? From practicing with guns.”

“Guns?” Jing Yuan’s mind went blank for a moment. Stammering, he asked, “Real guns or fake ones?”

Ji Yan removed his wristwatch, his eyes behind the silver-rimmed glasses smiling gently. “Real ones.”

Jing Yuan burrowed deeper into Ji Yan’s blanket, his voice noticeably weaker than when he had been causing a scene in the living room.

“Do you… have any at home?”

Ji Yan looked at him, leaning in slightly. “That’s a secret.”

Jing Yuan’s heart sank, his confidence waning further. “Owning guns privately is illegal.”

Ji Yan countered, “Are you going to report me, Yuan Yuan?”

Jing Yuan’s beautiful brown eyes shifted uneasily. “Of course not.”

Ji Yan’s legal team was not to be trifled with.

If Ji Yan emerged unscathed, he would be finished.

“In that case, I’ll share a secret with you.” Ji Yan took Jing Yuan’s wrist, his thumb gently stroking it. “The gun is in the white box in the second drawer of my study. It’s for emergencies.”

Jing Yuan swallowed hard. “For use against whom?”

Ji Yan laughed, resting his palm on Jing Yuan’s head. “Why are you so worried, Yuan Yuan? It’s not meant for you.”

“I was just asking.” Cold sweat had been breaking out on Jing Yuan’s back all evening. Even wrapped in a thick quilt, he couldn’t stop shivering.

Ji Yan wouldn’t actually use it on himself, would he?

He had been behaving so well.

Suddenly, Jing Yuan spread his arms and pounced into Ji Yan’s embrace like a kitten. “Ji Yan.”

A flicker of expected amusement crossed Ji Yan’s eyes as he gently patted Jing Yuan’s back. “I’m here.”

Jing Yuan sniffled and said considerately, “I shouldn’t have lost my temper with you earlier. You’re working so hard for our family, and I blamed you! I’ve been so unreasonable!”

Wrapping his arms around Ji Yan’s waist, Jing Yuan mercilessly criticized himself, his whole-body swaying with heightened emotion, even breaking into an uncontrollable cough.

Ji Yan replied, “It’s alright. I really should spend more time with you.”

Lifting his teary eyes, Jing Yuan said earnestly, “I’ve decided that from now on, I’ll just obediently spend your money. You can come home whenever you have time.”

Ji Yan’s gaze froze, his expression tinged with disbelief.

Jing Yuan shook his waist. “Is that okay?”

Ji Yan resumed his gentle demeanor. “Sure.”

Satisfied, Jing Yuan released Ji Yan, his eyes gleaming brightly as he stared at his wallet.

Having lived nearly thirty years, this was Ji Yan’s first encounter with someone like Jing Yuan. With a faint, ambiguous smile, he took a gold-edged black card from his wallet, held it out to Jing Yuan, but didn’t let go.

Jing Yuan asked obediently, “Is this for me?”

“Mm.” Ji Yan still held onto the credit card. “Are you happy, Yuan Yuan?”

“Very happy.” Jing Yuan suppressed the corners of his lips that threatened to reach the sky, feigning restraint. “You earn the money to support the family, and I’ll take care of spending it. I won’t cause you any trouble.”

Even Jing Yuan himself felt a bit shameless after saying that.

Ji Yan released his grip. “Then, shall we move on to the next step now?”

Jing Yuan, who had been admiring the black card, suddenly froze.

“Next step?”

The next step should be figuring out how to spend the money.

That teahouse he had always dreamed of might just become a reality.

Ji Yan smiled slowly, lifting a strand of Jing Yuan’s hair. “It’s getting late. Let’s go to bed.”

Jing Yuan blinked. “But I haven’t taken my medicine yet.”

Ji Yan said, “I’ll get it for you.”

Jing Yuan quickly stopped him. “I have too many medicines. I’ll get them myself. You go wash up and wait for me in bed.”

Ji Yan raised an eyebrow slightly. “Alright.”

After the discussion, Jing Yuan dawdled as he got out of bed. Before leaving, he made sure to take the card Ji Yan had given him.

Ji Yan’s bedroom wasn’t far from the study, separated only by a walk-in closet and a bathroom. Jing Yuan reached it in just a few steps.

Standing at the study door, his curiosity grew stronger.

Was the gun Ji Yan mentioned real or just a bluff?

What if he was just trying to scare him?

He glanced stealthily toward the bedroom door, then slipped nimbly into the study, sneaking over to crouch in front of the desk.

Second drawer, white box.

Jing Yuan’s movements were fluid and practiced. When the black gun lying inside the box came into view, his expression froze imperceptibly.

Meanwhile, Ji Yan leaned leisurely against the bed, watching the real-time surveillance feed from the study on his phone.

Though he had expected this, he noticed something unusual.

Jing Yuan seemed to be in much better health.

So why had the hospital director said there had been no improvement?