162: Extra (1) Parallel World 10

Not long after Yan Zhuoyang left the study, Yan Qinghe and Yan Zhuohua also returned to their room, supporting each other.

"I'll go get you some medicine and an ice pack." Yan Zhuohua had received fewer hits after all, so he could barely endure it.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Yan Qinghe grabbed Yan Zhuohua's hand. "I'll go, I'll go. How could I let you take care of me? Where would my manly dignity be?"

Yan Zhuohua: "? I'm a guy too!"

"It's different!" Yan Qinghe pressed him down to lie flat on the bed. "Wait here, let your husband take care of you!"

To be fair, even though Yan Qinghe had taken twenty or so more hits from the Ruler, he was more experienced, so he moved much more smoothly than Yan Zhuohua.

Before long, he returned with a medicine box. "Come on, take off your pants so I can apply the medicine."

His wicked hands did the deed before Yan Zhuohua could react, revealing red and swollen skin.

"Let me tell you, I get beaten often. When it comes to treating bruises and injuries, I'm a professional!" Yan Qinghe said righteously, without a hint of shame. "But don't worry, you're the only person I've ever applied medicine to. You don't need to be jealous!"

Yan Zhuohua buried his flushed face in the pillow, but the sensations behind him became even clearer.

Yan Qinghe continued to chatter incessantly, taking the opportunity to touch and tease Yan Zhuohua as much as he could. Tsk tsk, even if his wife's previous living environment wasn't great, his skin was still so delicate and fair! Not bad at all!

After a long time, Yan Zhuohua finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Isn't it done yet?" Yan Zhuohua felt like he had already applied it twice. Why was he still applying medicine?

"No, no, almost..." Yan Qinghe rubbed his nose guiltily. "It's done now."

Yan Zhuohua immediately got up to put on his pants, but Yan Qinghe pressed him back down again. "Don't move. Lie there properly until the ointment dries."

"What about you?"

"Me? Oh, I'm fine. I'm used to it. I'll just apply some ice later." Yan Qinghe was tough; for him, even if he left this kind of injury alone, it would recover without a trace in less than a week.

Yan Zhuohua still wanted to get up, but was pressed down again.

"You said it yourself—you have to be obedient."

This time, Yan Zhuohua finally stopped moving.

(Little Theater)

In the bright classroom, the Math Teacher spoke eloquently on the podium, showing no curiosity toward the two people standing at the back of the room, ignoring them completely. She had long since grown accustomed to it; she just hadn't expected this newcomer, Yan Zhuohua, to be standing back there too. He was usually very well-behaved; how did he also get into trouble?

When the bell finally rang, the teacher stepped out the door, and Sheng Xufeng immediately jumped up and ran over to Yan Zhuohua and Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe's expression was normal as he ignored him. On the other hand, Yan Zhuohua, who was standing at the back for the first time because of this matter, shamefully covered his face with a book as soon as he saw someone coming over.

"What are you two doing?" Sheng Xufeng smiled with ill intent. He scanned Yan Qinghe up and down and said with a smirk, "Did you get beaten again? How many days will you be unable to sit this time? To be able to drag Zhuohua into it too, it must have been something big, right? Hurry up and tell me so I can have a good laugh!"

Yan Qinghe gave him a sidelong glance. "Final exams are in a few days. Are you sure you won't get beaten when you go home this time?" Do you not need me to highlight the key points for you anymore? Why are you so cocky?

Sheng Xufeng immediately changed to a fawning expression. "How could that be? Isn't my little life in your hands?"

"Scram and go buy us two bottles of water!"

"Yes, Young Master!"

Sheng Xufeng ran out quickly, and Yan Qinghe turned around to snatch away the book Yan Zhuohua was using to hide his face.

"Don't be shy. The students and teachers are all used to it; they won't laugh at you."

Yan Zhuohua glared at him. He had never been so humiliated in his life.

"I said I could go back and sit down."

"Tsk, don't force it," Yan Qinghe pinched his earlobe. "Why torture yourself just for the sake of face? What's the next class? I'll go swap the books."

...Physics.

"Wait here!"

Perhaps Yan Zhuoyang's beating really had an effect, as the two of them didn't cause any more trouble like that for the next two or three years.

Of course, it couldn't be ruled out that some "obedient" person was feigning compliance while acting in opposition.

These peaceful and fulfilling days continued until the two of them passed their twenty-second birthdays.

On this day, the Yan Family home was decorated with lanterns and streamers, looking exceptionally festive.

As early as half a year ago, at Yan Qinghe's strong insistence and Yan Zhuohua's "anything is fine with me," the Yan Family had agreed to hold a grand wedding for the two of them on their twenty-second birthday.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, amidst the many guests, Yan Qinghe finally got his hands on the person he had coveted for so long.

To fulfill his wish, Yan Qinghe had bought a house near A University early on. Now that the two of them were adults and married, the family finally relented and agreed to let them move out on their own.

As soon as the wedding ended, he eagerly took him back to that house. With Yan Zhuohua's bottomless indulgence, they lived a life of almost nightly revelry.

Every day when he woke up, Yan Qinghe would stroke the sleeping person in his arms, feeling that he truly had foresight. Look at the divine life he was leading now; Yan Zhuohua had been trained to not dare resist him at all. Whatever he said went. No matter how embarrassed or unable to hold on Yan Zhuohua was, he would cooperate one hundred percent.

And then, on the very first day they returned to the Main Residence for winter break, the truth came out.