134: A Nightmare

Yan Zhuohua was a little embarrassed by these possessive words and silently retreated to his seat to sit up straight.

Just then, the master finished disinfecting and began piercing his ear directly. This shop was an old establishment, and the master was an experienced hand, so it didn't hurt much. It only took five minutes for the two of them to get the ear pierced and put on the stud.

After listening to the master's precautions, Yan Zhuohua eagerly ran to the mirror to take a look.

"Like it?" Yan Qinghe followed over to ask him.

"Mm."

Originally, Yan Zhuohua wanted to admire it for a while longer, but it was indeed late now, so he had to follow Yan Qinghe to eat first.

On the way to Restaurant Name in the car, Yan Qinghe could always see Yan Zhuohua stroking that earring through the rearview mirror.

"Don't keep touching it, be careful of infection."

"Oh." Yan Zhuohua reluctantly let go. He sat quietly for a while, then suddenly leaned closer to Yan Qinghe.

"You said today that you don't hate me, but did those fifteen years really have no impact on you?"

Yan Qinghe chuckled. "Is that what you've been thinking about?"

"Tell me, tell me."

"Those fifteen years were indeed a great regret for me, but if given the chance to choose again now, I would still want to live those days for you," Yan Qinghe said in a soft tone. "Besides, there are no 'ifs'."

The car stopped at the restaurant entrance, but Yan Qinghe was in no hurry to get out.

"Why are you silent again?" Yan Qinghe leaned over and kissed him on the face. "Touched by me?"

Although Yan Zhuohua nodded imperceptibly, his eyes darted around aimlessly.

"Since you're touched, how about repaying me well tonight?" Yan Qinghe's eyes were suggestive. "I haven't really touched those file packages yet."

Yan Zhuohua snapped, "Why is your head full of nothing but these things?"

"Well, wouldn't it be a problem if I didn't talk about these things when I'm with you?" Yan Qinghe said with total righteousness. "You're my wife. If I didn't have desires for you every day, you should suspect something is wrong with me."

"Fine, remember what you said," Yan Zhuohua said through gritted teeth. "If there ever comes a day when your strength fails you, I'll definitely force-feed you several bowls of medicine."

"Then you'd better take good care of yourself. Don't let yourself fail while I still have strength."

"Get lost!!!"

The two of them 'rolled' into the restaurant for dinner, and then 'rolled' back home in the car together.

Once they got home, Yan Zhuohua ultimately couldn't withstand Yan Qinghe's offensive and obediently cooperated with him to play out the roles of a little star and a big sugar daddy. An incredibly satisfied Yan Qinghe worked hard until the early hours before sounding the retreat, tidying the bed and holding his partner to sleep.

However, not long after falling asleep, Yan Zhuohua was startled awake by a loud roar.

"Get away!!!"

"What's wrong?" Yan Zhuohua sat up instantly, looking around alertly. "Who's there?"

"...No one..." Yan Qinghe's weak voice rang out again.

Yan Zhuohua finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Then what are you shouting for?"

"I just dreamed that another 'me' wanted to kiss you..." Yan Qinghe complained aggrievedly. "Does he not have his own wife? Why must he kiss my wife?"

Yan Zhuohua was speechless for a long while.

"So you just had a dream?"

"Ah, it seems so."

"..."

Yan Zhuohua rubbed the throbbing veins at his temples, taking a great deal of effort to suppress the urge to kick the man out to sleep in the study.

"Stop shouting and sleep quietly." Yan Zhuohua took a few deep breaths before lying back in Yan Qinghe's arms. "There's work tomorrow."

"That dream really felt too real..." Yan Qinghe hadn't quite recovered yet, seeking comfort with lingering fear.

"No one can touch your wife, don't worry." Yan Zhuohua covered his mouth. "I'm a better fighter than you."

Under the suppression of his wife, who was a much better fighter than him, Yan Qinghe reluctantly tightened his arms around the person in his embrace and closed his eyes to sleep.

Yan Qinghe slept restlessly all night, his head dizzy and swollen; when he got up in the morning, his mind was still full of chaos.

"Maybe you shouldn't go to work." Yan Zhuohua looked at him with some heartache as he massaged his temples.

"That won't do!" Yan Qinghe firmly refused. "I fought with you all night, and if you go to work normally while I take leave, how embarrassing would that be?"

"...You deserve to suffer."

Although Yan Zhuohua said he deserved to feel unwell, in reality, he was still very concerned about his husband. Throughout the entire morning, he ran to the Chairmans Office three or four times under various pretexts just to see how he was doing.

Near noon, he simply stayed in the Chairmans Office until lunchtime, even considerately attending to Yan Qinghe as he ate lunch and took a nap, making Yan Qinghe wish he could feel unwell every day so his wife would be willing to take such meticulous care of him.

Unfortunately, his wish was completely shattered once he fully recovered after his nap. Sigh, how could he be fine after just one nap? Shouldn't this be worth recuperating for three or four days? Yan Qinghe was dejected, but then his eyes suddenly darted around.

How about... faking it?

Thus, he continued to put on a pale and sickly appearance in front of Yan Zhuohua, managing to trick the heart-pained Yan Zhuohua into promising a whole bunch of "comforts."

Just as he was planning to seek a new benefit, Yan Zhuoyang's call came through to his phone.

"Come back to the main residence with Zhuohua tonight. The interrogation on Wen Hengtang's side is over."

"So soon?" Yan Zhuohua interjected. "It's not urgent, right? Can't we go back this weekend? Qinghe felt a bit unwell this morning."

"Heh," Yan Zhuoyang gave a cold laugh, "I'll bring Cousin back tonight as well to give him a good treatment." Wasn't this pure comedy? This silly younger brother of his was as strong as a bull; how could he get sick after a good night's sleep?

Yan Qinghe's eyes widened instantly. "No need, it's a minor issue, no need to trouble Cousin..." Was he joking? If Cousin took his pulse, wouldn't everything be exposed?

Yan Zhuohua instantly looked suspiciously at the somewhat nervous Yan Qinghe.

"I just didn't sleep well. I'll probably be fine after a good rest tonight. There's really no need to trouble Cousin; he's so busy," Yan Qinghe explained, forcing himself to stay calm.

Yan Zhuohua smiled playfully. "Better let Cousin have a look, otherwise I won't be at ease."

"It's settled then. You two come home tonight." Yan Zhuoyang hung up the phone decisively after saying this. He wasn't willing to meddle in the affairs of the young couple, as it was easy to get himself caught in the middle. However, he could enjoy some drama on the side tonight and watch the scene of Qinghe's disaster; he was quite looking forward to it.

The Eldest Brother had exited the chat, so now only the couple was left staring at each other.

"Confess honestly to me now, and I can still count it as a surrender."

"...Then what about those things you just promised me..."

It would have been fine if he didn't mention it, but mentioning it made Yan Zhuohua angry.

"Have I ever deprived you, or did I not agree that one time, that you had to fake being sick to trick me into giving you these things?"

"Isn't it... the more the better?" Yan Qinghe felt that what he said made perfect sense, and his voice quickly evolved from a mosquito-like whisper to being full of righteousness. "And I really did suffer trauma last night; I needed some comfort."

"You're something else, Yan Qinghe. Your skin is getting thicker and thicker."

Yan Qinghe was smug. "In front of my wife, I can do anything!"

"Get lost!"

However, Yan Qinghe didn't end up getting lost; it was Yan Zhuohua who 'rolled' away. Because this was the Chairmans Office, and Yan Zhuohua had to go to work when the time came.

When he came out of the office grumbling, Yan Zhuohua's inner indignation was almost at its peak. Truly, ever since he married Yan Qinghe, his blood pressure probably shot up every few days.

No wonder everyone said you age faster after getting married; indeed, it was only thanks to his good health that he hadn't been angered straight into the ground.