140: Liquor-filled chocolates

The group chatted animatedly for a long while before Yan Zhuohua finally seized the chance while going out for a breath of air to beckon Sheng Xufeng outside.

As soon as they stepped out, Yan Zhuohua punched Sheng Xufeng. "Have some situational awareness, will you? My face was almost cramping from all the signals I was giving you, yet you just kept looking at me with that bewildered expression?"

"How was I supposed to know what your winking meant? I thought you were just sleepy."

"It's not even eight o'clock yet, who would be sleepy?" Yan Zhuohua retorted, then pulled him into a corner. "Where's the stuff I asked you to prepare? You didn't forget, did you?"

"I didn't! I have a great memory!" Sheng Xufeng rummaged through his pockets for a good while before finally pulling out a card and a business card. "Here, the password for this card is my birthday. All my savings from years of pocket money are in there; you'd better pay me back. As for this business card, it's someone I met by chance who's good at getting things done. You can use them with peace of mind."

Yan Zhuohua took the two items and nodded with satisfaction. "Don't worry! I'll wire the money back to you as soon as my wedding anniversary is over."

"You're just going to wire it back? Don't you know how much risk I'm taking to help you?" Sheng Xufeng was quite dissatisfied. "I'm about to be under your brother's command. If he finds out, he'll train me to death."

"Yeah, yeah, I know! I'll definitely pay you interest! I won't let you lose out." Yan Zhuohua slung an arm around Sheng Xufeng's shoulder like a close brother. "But, how did you know my big brother was also keeping an eye on me?"

"I heard it from my brother. He said your big brother has been checking your location and investigating your spending and accounts from time to time lately."

"Wait, how does your brother know? Is his information that well-connected?" And he always acted so serious on the surface, while actually being a huge gossip behind the scenes! He loved sharing whatever 'tea' he found with Sheng Xufeng.

"Hah!" Sheng Xufeng smiled proudly. "My brother was worried about me, so he's been catching up with Brother Zhuoyang frequently these past few days. He found out by accident and just asked a few questions in passing."

After saying that, Sheng Xufeng pulled Yan Zhuohua further into the corner and asked mysteriously in his ear, "Are you really planning to find a way to get revenge yourself? That's too exciting! Like a secret agent or an assassin! Can you take me with you?"

"...As an undercover? To trade my intel for a happy life under my brother's thumb?"

Sheng Xufeng immediately slapped Yan Zhuohua's chest, nearly making him cough up blood. "What are you talking about! With our friendship, would I ever betray you?"

"You won't betray me now, but after a few days in the Military Camp, that might change."

"You look down on me?" Sheng Xufeng's temper flared. "Just you wait and see. If I betray you, you won't have to pay back a single cent on this card!"

Yan Zhuohua smiled calmly. "Then I'll be waiting. You'd better hold out for at least eight or ten days, and I might even give you a fifty percent discount."

"Fine! We'll see!" After his bold declaration, Sheng Xufeng walked back into the private room with his head held high. Yan Zhuohua followed behind him, smiling brightly and happily.

"Wait a minute!" At the door, Sheng Xufeng suddenly turned back. "You still haven't told me if you're actually going or not?"

Yan Zhuohua's smile widened. "Keep guessing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed the door open and walked in.

"Hey! You..." Sheng Xufeng watched helplessly as he leisurely sat back down next to Yan Qinghe and was intimately fed a piece of dragon fruit by him, looking like they were just a step away from kissing right then and there.

"Damn couples! Why don't you just roll off the Earth!"

The 'damn couple' did not roll off the Earth; they didn't even roll out of his private room. Sheng Xufeng could only sit aggrievedly next to his brother, watching the two of them show off their affection as if no one else were there, while occasionally receiving a sweet yet provocative look from Yan Zhuohua.

Damn it! He shouldn't have invited Yan the Fourth! No, neither of these two should have come!

The farewell party for Sheng Xufeng finally came to an end amidst the protagonist's resentful glares. Instead of getting to show off himself, he had been forced to witness a marathon of public displays of affection.

However, it wasn't without its rewards. Seeing the dizzy and drunk Yan Zhuohua unable to even walk straight, whimpering as he was picked up by Yan Qinghe to be carried out, and acting spoiled every other second, Sheng Xufeng felt that today hadn't been a waste after all.

He would head to the Security Department in a bit to copy all the surveillance footage along the way and give him a big surprise tonight! Sheng Xufeng smiled smugly. He had specifically installed high-definition cameras to prevent any messy rich-family drama, so it would definitely capture everything clearly—a high-quality original film!

Tonight was a sleepless night for many.

Besides Sheng Xufeng, who was happily editing videos with flying fingers, it also included Yan Qinghe, who was busy coaxing his 'liqueur chocolate' version of a wife to take a bath.

He truly had never seen Yan Zhuohua this drunk before. When they were doing the wedding toasts, he had been afraid it would affect their wedding night and had controlled the amount they both drank.

Now, he was finally seeing it.

The drunken Yan Zhuohua lay in the bathtub, his face flushed bright red, muttering that it was hot, yet stubbornly refusing to let him help with the bath.

"Be good, okay? You won't feel hot anymore once I've given you a bath," Yan Qinghe coaxed him gently.

"No!"

"Why not?"

"You... can't let you touch me. You're up to no good!" Yan Zhuohua's mind was clouded, and he blurted out without any guard, "I want to sleep. If you touch me, I won't be able to sleep..."

Yan Qinghe didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I promise you, I'll definitely let you sleep comfortably tonight."

"I don't care... I want, want to wash myself... You get out..."

"How can I feel at ease with you in here alone?"

"Get out... I want to do it myself..." Yan Zhuohua wouldn't listen at all, his only focus being to push the man out.

"Alright, alright, I'm going out!" Yan Qinghe had no choice but to compromise helplessly. "I'll just sit right outside the door. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

Yan Zhuohua nodded haphazardly.

Left with no alternative, Yan Qinghe left the bathroom, looking back with every step. But once he reached the door, his intelligence suddenly kicked back in, and he quietly left the door slightly ajar so he could keep an eye on him in case anything happened.

"I've stepped out, go ahead and wash!"

Yan Qinghe called out from outside, and only then did the sound of splashing water leisurely drift from within.

Honestly, he's guarding himself so tightly. Yan Qinghe shook his head helplessly as he sat by the door, peeking through the crack once more. Seeing that the other's movements were relatively fluid, he turned back and sat down properly.

It was a bit of a pity. Yan Qinghe took his phone out of his jacket pocket; he had forgotten to record a video just now. It would have been nice to reminisce later, or use it to blackmail his wife into doing some shameful things.

What a pity.

The sound of water inside continued intermittently for a long time. Yan Qinghe sat blankly in front of the bathroom door, checking inside from time to time to make sure the man hadn't submerged under the water.

When Yan Zhuohua's faint voice finally called for him to come in, Yan Qinghe patted his numb legs, grabbed the pajamas, and pushed the door open.

After another ten-plus minutes of fussing, it was finally two in the morning when Yan Zhuohua was properly cleaned up and tucked into bed. Yan Qinghe sat at the head of the bed, catching his breath and looking down at his sweat-soaked self. He still had to take a shower.

He couldn't let him drink too much in the future. As cute as he was, the ordeal of taking care of him was truly unbearable.

At half-past two, the bedroom light finally went dark. The already soundly sleeping Yan Zhuohua rolled over and familiarly burrowed into the arms of Yan Qinghe, who had just gotten into bed.

"Qinghe..." Yan Zhuohua murmured to himself.

"Mm, I'm here." Yan Qinghe held him tight and freed a hand to tuck the corner of the quilt around him.

"Hubby... love you..."

Yan Qinghe paused, and then, in the dark room, he couldn't help but let out a happy and warm smile.

"I love you too, wifey."