The Sickly Beauty Can’t Escape the Obsessive Lover - Chapter 23

Witnessing the harmonious and affectionate scene between Jing Yuan and Ji Yan, the surrounding villagers gradually began to believe Chen Tian’s words. The rumors about the young couple’s discord were indeed unfounded.

An uncle who was relatively familiar with Jing Yuan chuckled and said, “Xiao Jing and Mr. Ji, your relationship is truly wonderful.”

Smiling back at the uncle, Jing Yuan playfully shook the little heart-shaped charm and obediently sat in his seat, waiting for Ji Yan’s response.

“What do you need, darling? Didn’t you know where I was going?” Ji Yan leisurely pushed the car door open, approached Jing Yuan, and leaned down. “According to your wishes, I should have already arrived in Ningcheng.”

Jing Yuan’s ears twitched slightly as he lifted his innocent and guileless eyes. “Yan Yan, everything I said to you yesterday was out of anger. I was so scared when you suddenly barged into my room with all those bodyguards.”

As he spoke, he lowered his thick eyelashes, coughing lightly while shedding a few precious tears.

The villagers present began to console the young couple.

“It’s common for couples to argue. You two love each other so much. Don’t let small matters damage your relationship.”

“Xiao Yuan, your health isn’t good. Don’t cry, alright?”

Ji Yan curved his lips into a smile and gently crouched in front of Jing Yuan’s wheelchair. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have been harsh with you yesterday. I apologize.”

Jing Yuan leaned against Ji Yan’s chest, sniffling and sobbing softly.

Chen Tian frowned, finding their behavior too much to watch.

Acting like this every single day—aren’t you tired?

Ji Yan took the opportunity to lift Jing Yuan into the car, placing him beside himself. “Chen Tian, let’s go.”

Chen Tian quickly wiped the disdain off his face and signaled the driver to depart.

As the villagers’ figures grew smaller in the distance, Jing Yuan coughed intermittently, taking two slices of ginseng from his pocket and placing them in his mouth. From start to finish, he kept his head lowered, deliberately avoiding Ji Yan’s gaze.

Ji Yan leaned against the car seat, observing Jing Yuan’s scheming expression but refraining from taking action.

“Yan Yan.”

Jing Yuan finally found the right words and looked at him with admiration. “Did you acquire this place?”

“Mm.” Ji Yan gazed at him tenderly.

Jing Yuan spoke in a delicate, coquettish tone. “These tea fields have signed long-term supply contracts with Yun Shui Jian. What are your plans for them?”

Ji Yan replied, “As I said, I’ll leave the decisions to you.”

Suppressing his excitement, Jing Yuan responded with restraint, “How can I accept that? Taking your things for free would make me feel undeserving.”

Ji Yan raised his hand, hooking it around Jing Yuan’s slender wrist. “If you feel undeserving, then marry me. My things will naturally become yours.”

Jing Yuan shuddered. “Oh?”

Ji Yan chuckled, his thumb gently brushing the corner of Jing Yuan’s eye. “What’s wrong? Didn’t we already agree to get married?”

Jing Yuan lowered his gaze, stammering, “But… haven’t I not reached the legal age for marriage yet?”

“Pfft.” Chen Tian couldn’t hold back a laugh and quickly covered his mouth.

Ji Yan shot a cold glance at Chen Tian before turning back to Jing Yuan with a gentle expression. “You reached it last year.”

“Oh…” Jing Yuan’s eyes darted around before he suddenly pulled his wrist out of Ji Yan’s grasp. “But I don’t want to marry you.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, a cold sweat broke out on Jing Yuan’s back.

Ji Yan’s smile faded slightly. “Can you tell me why?”

Summoning his courage, Jing Yuan replied, “Because I don’t think you truly love me.”

Ji Yan was clearly caught off guard and fell silent for a moment.

Jing Yuan continued, muttering with feigned grievance, “You used to dislike me so much—how did you suddenly start liking me? A person only gets married once in their life. I don’t want to marry someone who doesn’t love me.”

Ji Yan’s expression faltered slightly, a hint of contemplation flickering in his brown eyes.

Jing Yuan thought his words had stunned Ji Yan and began to admire his own bravery, wit, and fearlessness.

At that moment, Ji Yan looked up and fixed his gaze on him.

Jing Yuan immediately put on a pained expression, complete with a few dramatic sniffles.

“Yuan Yuan, do you like me?” Ji Yan curled his lips into a meaningful smile. “I want your honest answer.”

Jing Yuan frowned, his evasive eyes caught by Ji Yan, forcing him to meet his gaze.

After a few seconds of thought, he said, “Of course I like you. Didn’t you already know that?”

Ji Yan raised an eyebrow in satisfaction and reached out to pat his head. “Then this matter becomes much simpler.”

Jing Yuan: “Huh?”

Ji Yan: “Yuan Yuan, you want me to prove that I truly like you, right?”

Jing Yuan felt the situation was taking a surreal turn and mumbled in confusion, “Oh.”

Ji Yan’s hand slid down his neck and patted his back. “Alright, I promise you.”

Jing Yuan grew even more bewildered.

Promise what?

He hadn’t asked Ji Yan to do anything…

He had only been trying to subtly suggest that they weren’t a good match.

Now Ji Yan, finding it novel, had agreed to prove his affection. But what if one day Ji Yan found someone new and saw him as an obstacle? Would he secretly get rid of him?

Jing Yuan’s face paled slightly, his tone tinged with feigned weakness. “Yan Yan.”

“Hmm?”

Jing Yuan hinted, “Love can’t be forced. If you don’t love me, we can call off the engagement.”

Ji Yan chuckled. “Who said I don’t love you?”

Jing Yuan choked up and silently lowered his eyes.

The village road was bumpy, and Jing Yuan swayed left and right as he pondered something.

Ji Yan: “What are you thinking about, Yuan Yuan?”

Jing Yuan: “I’m singing.”

Ji Yan: “Huh?”

Jing Yuan chanted, “I love you, you love me, we’re sweet together.”

For the first time ever, Chen Tian saw Ji Yan look embarrassed.

Ji Yan paused. “Yuan Yuan, you sing… quite well.”

Jing Yuan looked up. “Because this song expresses my truest feelings.”

Ji Yan: “Mm, next time, don’t sing it.”

Jing Yuan: “…” Waaah!

In the afternoon, Jing Yuan naturally moved into the homestay where Ji Yan was staying.

At first, he was reluctant to leave his own small courtyard and even invited Ji Yan to stay there instead. But when he heard that the homestay Ji Yan had booked was not only quiet and scenic but also a standalone Jiangnan-style garden, he eagerly hopped onto his suitcase and followed along.

Chen Tian: “…” He had never seen such a fickle man.

The private residence belonged to an overseas Chinese who rarely lived there after building it. Chen Tian had originally rented it for a month, but Ji Yan found the scenery so pleasing that Chen Tian immediately began negotiating with the owner to buy it.

During dinner, Jing Yuan, eager to visit the tea fields to purchase materials, ate quickly while clutching his bowl.

Ji Yan sipped his soup leisurely. “Yuan Yuan.”

Jing Yuan, cheeks stuffed with food: “Meow.”

Ji Yan looked at him. “I think your health has improved a lot. The journey here was so exhausting, yet you seem to have handled it well.”

Jing Yuan quickly shook his head. “You have no idea, that trip nearly cost me half my life.”

Ji Yan stirred his spoon. “Even so, you insisted on coming.”

Jing Yuan detected the sarcasm in Ji Yan’s tone and popped a sea cucumber into his mouth. “Isn’t it for the sake of our little family? You’re busy working and earning money, and I feel uneasy just spending it. I want to help share some of the financial burden.”

Ji Yan lowered his head and smiled but didn’t say anything.

Jing Yuan continued to observe Ji Yan while devouring the sea cucumber. He had lost three pounds over the past few days staying here and needed to replenish his energy quickly.

“Yan Yan, what are you laughing at?”

Ji Yan slowly lifted his gaze. “The way you speak makes it sound like we’ve been married for a long time.”

“Really?” Jing Yuan took a bite of rice.

All these lines were things he had picked up from reading novels.

Ji Yan set down his spoon and looked quietly at Jing Yuan. “You’ve changed a lot since you woke up. You’re not like the old Jing Yuan anymore.”

Jing Yuan’s heart skipped a beat, and his eyes grew flustered. “Oh. Didn’t I tell you? During the time I was asleep, I had a long chat with the heavens.”

Ji Yan ignored that topic, wiped his hands clean, and asked, “Would you like more dishes?”

Jing Yuan picked up his bowl again. “No need. The West Lake vinegar fish wasn’t touched much. We can put it in the fridge and reheat it for lunch tomorrow.”

Ji Yan said, “If you like it, we can make a fresh one.”

Jing Yuan reasoned, “We should save food. Yan Yan, since you never went hungry as a child, you probably don’t know how hard it is to endure hunger.”

Ji Yan furrowed his brows. “Did you go hungry when you were young?”

Jing Yuan nodded, then shook his head. “Of course not.”

Ji Yan seemed thoughtful. “Go to bed early after dinner. If you have trouble understanding those land documents, you can come to the study and ask me.”

Jing Yuan asked, “Are you going to work?”

“Yes.” Ji Yan adjusted his glasses, a meaningful smile on his face. “I postponed a lot of work to come find my treasure.”

Jing Yuan blinked. “You should sleep early to avoid going bald.”

Ji Yan’s words carried a hidden meaning. “No worries, my kidneys are in good shape.”

Jing Yuan shifted uncomfortably. “Well, I’ll be going then.”

“Wait—” Ji Yan suddenly called him back. He walked over to Jing Yuan, leaned down, and whispered by his ear, “Yuan Yuan won’t try to run away again, will you?”

Jing Yuan muttered, “I never ran away. I came here to discuss business.”

Ji Yan raised an eyebrow knowingly. “Mm, good night.”

Jing Yuan pursed his lips guiltily. “Good night.”

…

The next day, Jing Yuan woke up unusually early.

Cheng Yun had scheduled an interview with him today, so he needed to go to the tea plantation to prepare in advance. It was winter, and the main tasks at the tea plantation were maintenance, fertilization, and pruning.

At this hour, Ji Yan was probably still asleep.

Not wanting to disturb him, Jing Yuan quietly left in his wheelchair.

The village had over two hundred acres of farmland, 90% of which was used for tea cultivation. Walking among the dark green tea bushes, the air was filled with the fresh scent of tea.

Most of the tea fields here were built on high mountains, with relatively elevated terrain arranged in a thumbprint maze pattern.

Jing Yuan’s wheelchair couldn’t easily navigate the terraced fields, so he stopped at the edge and made his way toward the photography team.

Cheng Yun mentioned that the representative attire here was Miao ethnic clothing. To better highlight the local tea characteristics, he hoped Jing Yuan would change into Miao men’s attire for the promotion.

Jing Yuan didn’t refuse and obediently followed the staff.

After recovering from a cold and low blood sugar, the vitality Jing Yuan had painstakingly built up had diminished again. His complexion was no longer as rosy as before, and he looked somewhat sickly.

As the staff prepared accessories for him, they asked with concern, “Boss Jing, are you feeling better now?”

Jing Yuan replied, “Oh, much better.”

The staff teased, “It’s true—with President Ji personally taking care of you, you recover quickly.”

Jing Yuan chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah.”

Soon, Jing Yuan changed into the Miao ethnic attire. The staff handed him silver ornaments and sighed, “Boss Jing, you really are handsome. You look good in anything.”

Jing Yuan adjusted his collar. “I think so too.”

To accommodate Jing Yuan’s health, the program team kept the interview segment brief, minimizing the time he had to stand.

Carrying a bamboo basket on his back, Jing Yuan moved through the rows of tea bushes, reciting his pre-written lines to the camera.

Cheng Yin stood behind the camera, discussing with the photographer, “You know, Jing Yuan has excellent bone structure. He’s really photogenic.”

The photographer nodded in agreement. “It’s a shame Boss Jing isn’t a celebrity.”

“What would he need to be a celebrity for?” the photography assistant muttered quietly, glancing at the black Rolls-Royce that had just pulled up by the roadside. “He’s about to marry Ji Yan.”

Cheng Yin followed the sound and noticed Ji Yan had almost reached them unnoticed.

He nodded to Ji Yan. “President Ji, we’re filming a promotional video.”

Ji Yan nodded politely, his gaze fixed on Jing Yuan.

Under the soft morning light, the tea plantation was lush and green. Jing Yuan, dressed in deep blue Miao ethnic attire, demonstrated tea leaf pruning with scissors, his slender, fair wrists adorned with silver ornaments.

Jing Yuan was clearly happy, his long, thick eyelashes casting shadows on his eyelids. His pale pink lips stood in stark contrast to his porcelain-like skin, every smile and expression resembling a scene from an ink-wash painting.

Chen Tian observed Ji Yan and remarked in a low voice, “Young Master Jing is quite charming when he’s focused on work.”

Ji Yan adjusted his glasses with a fingertip. “Did anyone see him off when he left this morning?”

Chen Tian realized belatedly, “…No.”

Ji Yan looked at him, his thin lips pressed together.

Chen Tian immediately responded, “I’ll assign two people to accompany Young Master Jing right away.”

Ji Yan didn’t reply, his attention returning to the figure in deep blue not far away.

The thin sash at his waist accentuated the young man’s slender frame, making him appear as delicate and fragile as a precious white peony.

Squinting against the sunlight, Ji Yan’s brown eyes followed Jing Yuan’s every move.

“President Ji, tomorrow is your birthday. Do you have any plans?”

Ji Yan replied indifferently, “No, there’s no need to make a fuss about it.”

Chen Tian found it odd but didn’t press further.

Jing Yuan’s shoot wrapped up quickly.

Ji Yan walked up the tea hill with Cheng Yin and the others.

Jing Yuan was still discussing with the crew when he spotted Ji Yan and instinctively put his hands behind his back, his tone slightly restrained. “What brings you here?”

Ji Yan’s voice was gentle. “Am I not allowed to come?”

Jing Yuan scoffed, thinking how overly sensitive and suspicious Ji Yan was.

“Cheng Yin, does this look okay? If not, I can reshoot.”

Cheng Yin replied, “It’s good. We can use this take.”

“Okay.” Jing Yuan turned back to Ji Yan and tentatively asked, “Aren’t you busy today?”

Ji Yan responded in a deep voice, “I am.”

Then, softening his tone, he added, “But I still wanted to come see you.”

Thick-skinned as ever, Jing Yuan showed no embarrassment at Ji Yan’s public sweet talk and retorted playfully, “If you’re busy with work but want to see me, you can look at me tonight.”

Ji Yan remained composed and reached out his hand. Jing Yuan immediately stepped closer, intertwining their fingers.

Their obvious affection made others envious, especially since they made such a perfect-looking couple—like a CEO romance novel come to life.

However, Cheng Yin, who had witnessed Ji Yan’s temper the other day, didn’t see it that way. In his mind, Jing Yuan was only being so accommodating under Ji Yan’s domineering pressure.

“Yuan Yuan, I heard there’s an event in town today. Would you like to go?” Ji Yan asked.

Jing Yuan’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Yes! I’ve never been to the market here before.”

Ji Yan: “The car is by the roadside, we can go now.”

Jing Yuan visibly perked up: “Then wait for me by the roadside, I’ll go change my clothes.”

As he spoke, he turned to head down the mountain.

Suddenly—

Jing Yuan missed a step, his body lurching forward, about to tumble down to the lowest part of the tea plantation.

The terrain of the tea plantation was uneven, and although the slope was gentle, a fall could easily cost him half his life.

Jing Yuan closed his eyes, already mentally preparing to say goodbye to this world.

But seconds later, the expected pain never came.

Jing Yuan cautiously opened his left eye and found his belt firmly grasped by the person behind him.

He blinked, then immediately found himself pulled into a broad, sturdy embrace.

Jing Yuan let out a soft “Mmm.”

Such resilient pectoral muscles.

He seemed to have accidentally touched them.

Then, he lifted his damp eyes, completely unable to meet Ji Yan’s gaze.

Thank goodness for Ji Yan, or he would have been half-crippled again.

Everyone had witnessed Ji Yan’s speed just now.

Jing Yuan’s accident had caught everyone off guard. Before anyone else could react, Ji Yan had already stepped forward to grab Jing Yuan.

The camera, still running, happened to capture the entire scene.

“Were you scared?” Ji Yan asked, noticing the person in his arms remained silent. His broad, warm hand gently patted Jing Yuan’s head. “Be more careful next time.”

Jing Yuan obediently let his arms hang, his thick, long eyelashes trembling slightly. “Okay.”

Before leaving, Jing Yuan noticed the staff checking the footage. He asked Ji Yan to walk ahead and quietly doubled back to take a look.

It turned out that the reason Ji Yan had been able to grab him so quickly was because, at the moment of the incident, Ji Yan’s attention had been entirely on him. In other words, Ji Yan had been watching him the whole time.

Faced with the staff’s teasing, Jing Yuan brushed it off with a joke, but a hint of doubt lingered in his heart.

Wasn’t Ji Yan supposed to be a cold, ruthless villain?

Yet his actions just now had shown a touch of humanity.

Jing Yuan jogged to catch up with Ji Yan, pondering the matter all the way to the market.

In the end, he concluded the reason.

It must have been his adorable sincerity that moved Ji Yan.

Weren’t sunny, cheerful male leads all the rage these days?

Even if it was an act, his performance had probably pleased Ji Yan quite a bit.

“What are you thinking about?” Ji Yan asked as they navigated the bustling market, pushing Jing Yuan’s wheelchair. The two of them, with their striking looks, attracted quite a bit of attention.

Not far away, two bodyguards followed discreetly, while Chen Tian maintained a moderate distance.

It was Jing Yuan’s first time at a market, and everything seemed new and exciting to him.

He craned his neck, looking here and reaching there, even finding a toy stall fascinating.

“Ji Yan, why did you suddenly decide to bring me here?”

Ji Yan didn’t hide it: “I needed to take care of something in town. The village has no internet or banks.”

Jing Yuan, holding a snack, suddenly remembered he hadn’t thanked Ji Yan yet.

Stuffing the last piece of wolf tooth potato into his mouth, he looked up and said to Ji Yan earnestly, “Thank you for catching me earlier. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to go out for half a year.”

At this point, Jing Yuan still had one lingering doubt.

If Ji Yan was using him, why didn’t he take the opportunity to let him fall?

If he were bedridden for a year or so, unable to go anywhere, wouldn’t that suit Ji Yan’s plans better?

Ji Yan’s deep voice carried a hint of laughter: “It was the least I could do. If Yuan Yuan got hurt, I’d be heartbroken.”

Jing Yuan silently took a bite of the corn pancake. If he hadn’t known the truth, he might have almost believed what Ji Yan said.

It was noon, the busiest time at the market with crowds coming and going.

Jing Yuan suddenly noticed a stall about twenty meters away, surrounded by many young people.

He looked up at Ji Yan. “Let’s go take a look.”

Ji Yan nodded and pushed his wheelchair over.

…

The stall in front of them was a folk game area, featuring ring toss, darts, and a lucky draw. Many teenagers were eagerly trying their luck.

Jing Yuan’s attention was drawn to a cage in the ring toss area, inside of which was a grayish-white lop-eared rabbit.

He pointed at the cage. “Uncle, how much for the little rabbit?”

The stall owner smiled warmly. “That’s a prize, not for sale. But you can win it by playing a game.”

Jing Yuan asked, “How do I play?”

The owner replied, “You can choose either darts or ring toss. Ten yuan for three tries. Hit the target three times, and the rabbit is yours.”

Jing Yuan thought the challenge was quite difficult and gazed worriedly at the lop-eared rabbit in the cage.

The little rabbit was gentle and soft, its beautiful eyes cautiously observing everything outside the cage. It seemed uncomfortable and uneasy in its current environment.

Feeling sorry for the rabbit and also wanting a companion, Jing Yuan decided he wanted to take it home.

He put on a bright smile, his eyes sparkling. “Uncle, could I have four tries for ten yuan?”

The owner hesitated. “Young man, this is a small business. I don’t make much profit.”

“Alright.” Jing Yuan accepted the darts dejectedly, aiming at the balloon wall three meters away and repeatedly adjusting his wrist.

Ji Yan stood beside him, not bored in the slightest, but rather watching him with great interest.

The balloons on the wall were not densely packed, and he was guessing how many tries it would take for Jing Yuan to hit one.

Pop! The first dart hit the wall.

Jing Yuan didn’t lose heart. His handsome, delicate features took on a rare seriousness as he tried again.

Whoosh— The dart missed the balloon once more.

Holding his breath, Jing Yuan launched the third, fourth… up to the tenth dart.

In the end, he hadn’t hit a single balloon.

Naturally, the stall owner was pleased with this outcome. “Young man, would you like more darts?”

Jing Yuan frowned. “Yes!”

The owner handed them over with a smile. “Don’t be discouraged, young man. Since I opened this stall, I’ve seen plenty of people with worse aim than yours. One male customer, trying to win a plush toy for his girlfriend, set the record with 56 darts and not a single balloon popped.”

Jing Yuan muttered, “I might just break that guy’s record.”

The owner laughed even more heartily. “It’s not that bad.”

Perhaps to stir Jing Yuan’s competitive spirit, the owner placed the lop-eared rabbit’s cage next to him. The little rabbit drooped its ears and tilted its head, curiously observing Jing Yuan.

In that instant, Jing Yuan’s heart melted.

He launched five more darts, all missing their mark.

Staring at the wall now riddled with holes from his attempts, Jing Yuan grew frustrated, a light sweat forming on his nose and forehead.

Ji Yan raised an eyebrow slightly. “Still playing?”

Jing Yuan declared, “Yes!”

Before Ji Yan could respond, a couple approached the stall.

“Honey, this rabbit is so adorable,” the girl said with a bright laugh. “Uncle, how much for the rabbit?”

The owner replied, “It’s not for sale. It’s a game prize.”

The girl quickly called her boyfriend over, pointing at the balloon wall. “Honey, I want this rabbit.”

The boy looked at her affectionately. “Alright, I’ll win it for you.”

The girl leaned against his shoulder affectionately. “Thank you, honey.”

Seeing the boss hand the dart to the young man, Jing Yuan grew anxious. “Boss, I reserved this rabbit first. Can I buy another 20 tries?”

Hearing the clear, pleasant voice beside her, the girl finally noticed the beautiful boy sitting in a wheelchair. Next to him stood a tall, elegant man.

The boss replied apologetically, “But you didn’t hit any balloons, so technically, the rabbit isn’t yours. Whoever hits it first gets it.”

The boss’s words only fueled the other side’s determination. The young man rubbed his hands together, ready to show off.

In his view, the boy with limited mobility couldn’t possibly be better than him.

Jing Yuan’s eyes drooped slightly. He wanted to argue but had no grounds to refute the boss’s logic.

He still had three darts left in his hand, but he clutched them tightly, unsure if he could win.

Beside him, the young man had already started aiming.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

Three darts pierced the balloons.

The girl clapped excitedly. “You hit one! So impressive!”

The young man said, “Boss, give me six more darts.”

“Sure thing,” the boss replied.

Seeing that the other side had a better chance of winning, Jing Yuan pursed his lips, tightened his scarf, and gripped his three darts firmly as he aimed again.

Just then, his arm was gently nudged.

Within seconds, the sound of bursting balloons came from the girl’s side.

“Boss, we hit two more! Can we take the rabbit now?”

“Of course,” the boss said. “The cage costs an extra 15 yuan.”

The girl complained, “Huh? We have to pay extra?”

“It’s a small business,” the boss explained. “The cage is well-made. 15 yuan is a fair price.”

Reluctantly, the girl agreed. “Fine then.”

The boss glanced apologetically at Jing Yuan and reached for the cage, but a pale, slender hand pressed down on it first.

Looking up, the boss met Ji Yan’s cool, brown eyes. He forced a smile. “Buddy, they really did hit it first. You were too slow.”

Ji Yan slowly raised his gaze. “Look ahead.”

The boss and the couple turned to see three darts firmly embedded in the balloon wall in front of Jing Yuan, with burst balloons beneath them.

Ji Yan picked up the rabbit cage and gently handed it to Jing Yuan. “Unfortunately, we had already hit all three by the time they hit their second balloon.”

The young man stepped forward to argue. “How can you prove that?”

Leaning against the table, Ji Yan straightened up slightly, his cold gaze fixed on the young man without a hint of warmth.

The young man took two steps back. “We’re all civilized people. Let’s talk, not fight.”

Ji Yan’s eyes darkened. “The shop has surveillance. Feel free to check.”

The girl shook her head fearfully and tugged at the young man’s sleeve. “Let’s just pick something else.”

The young man nodded. “Alright.”

Watching the two leave dejectedly after choosing another prize, Ji Yan turned his attention back to Jing Yuan. His cool voice carried a hint of warmth. “Satisfied?”

Holding the little rabbit, Jing Yuan smiled brightly. “Mm!”

Leaning against a nearby pillar, Ji Yan bent one long leg slightly and let out a thoughtful chuckle. “In the end, I helped you throw the darts, and you didn’t even say anything nice.”

Jing Yuan froze, remembering how the girl had cheered, “Go, hubby!”