21: honeymoon

At the top of the list were Yan Zhuohua's teammates and staff from FLG. The team had changed its main roster, and they were busy practicing and preparing for the new season, so they truly couldn't make it. After receiving the invitations, everyone sent gift money and blessings, along with a promise to have dinner together when they came to City A for matches. Yesterday was the wedding, and they sent more blessings. Yan Zhuohua replied to each one, thanking them for their well-wishes.

Next was Wen Hengtang. He didn't attend the wedding either, saying he really couldn't get away from school, but he also sent blessings and gift money. Yan Zhuohua replied to him as well.

Then there were his brothers from the groomsmen squad.

"How was last night?"

"Was it comfortable?"

"Was it happy?"

"I have a friend who's dying. Before he goes, he wants to know what it feels like to be the one on the bottom with a man. You'll tell me, right?"

Yan Zhuohua remained expressionless and blocked them one by one.

Then there was his cousin, Yan Zhuoyi.

"How was the medicine I prepared? I specifically asked many men with husbands and custom-made it based on your body type. I guarantee that no matter how much fun you have, you'll remain intact and as tight as ever."

How can words like this even pass censorship? Little question mark, do you have a lot of friends?

However, it did feel cool and quite comfortable down there. He hadn't noticed at first, but it turned out Yan Qinghe had applied the medicine for him yesterday. Cough, to be fair, the medicine was good.

Considering his contribution of the medicine, he'd let him stay on the contact list for now.

Next was Yan Zhuoyan.

"How was the gift I prepared for you? Do you like it? Wasn't it exciting? Do you want Second Brother to prepare some even more fun things for you?"

...Blocked!

Yan Zhuohua felt the online world was terrifying. When did his wechat become a stage for smut? He coldly exited the app and turned off his phone. Then, he buried himself in the bright red blankets.

At noon, Yan Qinghe came in and dug him out of the bright red blankets.

Everything was settled, and they would head out for their honeymoon right after lunch.

Yan Zhuohua struggled to put on the clothes Yan Qinghe had prepared for him, walked downstairs with stiff steps, and rejected Yan Qinghe's offer to carry him downstairs with a righteous face.

Only the two of them were home today. It was Monday; everyone else was at work. Even Yan Zhuole, who was supposed to be on vacation, had consciously gone out to meet a director.

Yan Zhuohua breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that no one saw him in this state where he could barely get out of bed.

Lunch wasn't much and was very light. Fortunately, the family chef's skills were indeed excellent, so even light food had its charm. Yan Zhuohua ate his fill contentedly, and then a bowl of tonic soup was placed before him.

"The Madam said you must drink this bowl of concentrated tonic soup before you leave."

How can there be a concentrated version? This isn't scientific!

Unfortunately, Yan Zhuohua's protest was ineffective, and he was forced to drink the soup.

All the way to the airport in the driver's car, Yan Zhuohua looked like his soul had left his body. Seeing him like this, Yan Qinghe laughed unsympathetically and was promptly kicked hard on the shin by Yan Zhuohua.

Yan Qinghe suppressed his wince and pulled him into his arms, comforting him softly, "I was wrong, don't be mad. We'll be moving out after the honeymoon, so you won't have to drink it every day."

Only then did Yan Zhuohua's expression soften. He glanced at the driver in the front row, who seemed to hear nothing, but he was still a bit shy and pushed Yan Qinghe to let him go.

"It's fine, he won't look," Yan Qinghe restrained his limbs and whispered in Yan Zhuohua's ear, "Be good, just lean on me and rest for a while. It'll be more comfortable."

Yan Zhuohua's ears heated up. However, Yan Qinghe's embrace was indeed quite comfortable, so he stopped struggling and let himself be held obediently.

The journey to the island was indeed quite long. Besides a long flight, they also transferred to a cruise ship. By the time they reached the villa on the island, it was already noon on the third day.

The island staff had already prepared a sumptuous lunch for them and left after confirming the arrangements once more. According to the plan, the staff would evacuate the island and be stationed on a nearby island. It wasn't far; with Yan Zhuohua's years of training, swimming two round trips at once would be no problem. Staff would deliver food every two days and inspect safety facilities; if they needed to go out for fun, people would be sent promptly. In some easily accessible places, non-electric alarm devices were installed to ensure the safety of the people on the island.

As soon as the staff left, only the newlywed couple, Yan Zhuohua and Yan Qinghe, remained.

The two-day journey had left them both exhausted. After finishing lunch and clearing the dishes, they went straight to the bedroom to rest. As for exploring the island or going into the sea, that would wait until they were well-rested.

The bedroom was on the second floor, with a huge floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the endless ocean. After a simple wash, Yan Zhuohua lay directly on the bed. Opening his phone, he first sent a message to the family group saying they had arrived safely, and immediately received a sour reply from his uncle.

"Must be nice, a world for two with nothing to do. Unlike me, who can't accompany my wife because I have to work."

"..."

Speechless, Yan Zhuohua went offline immediately.

He stared blankly for a while after turning off his phone, then suddenly remembered something, got out of bed, and ran to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The noon sun was bright, shimmering on the sea like a mirror broken into countless pieces. Seabirds occasionally flew by, leaving behind long cries. Yan Zhuohua took a photo with his phone and posted it on his social media platform.

"Honeymooning on an island."

As soon as the post went up, there were already several hundred comments. Refreshing it showed a whole page of question marks. Having satisfied his small desire for mischief, Yan Zhuohua felt much more cheerful.

"Why are you out of bed without shoes?" Along with the sound of a door opening, Yan Qinghe's voice appeared behind him.

"I forgot, I forgot." Yan Zhuohua ran back to bed in a few steps, a smug little expression still on his face.

"What mischief did you do? You're smiling so happily." Yan Qinghe returned from the bathroom with a wet towel and carefully wiped Yan Zhuohua's feet.

Yan Zhuohua didn't say a word and just handed his phone to Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe looked at the social media post on the screen and the various fan replies below, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Aren't you afraid of making your fans angry by teasing them like this?"

Yan Zhuohua felt a slight pang of guilt but quickly became self-righteous again: "I didn't lie to them, and I even took the initiative to inform them of my status. This is a display of doting on my fans."

Yan Qinghe smiled helplessly; this was more like doting on them to death. After returning the towel to the bathroom, Yan Qinghe also got into bed. He took the phone from Yan Zhuohua's hand and lay down with him in his arms, "Be good, sleep for a while."

The two-day journey was indeed too tiring. When Yan Zhuohua woke up, the sky outside had already darkened.

The spot next to him was empty and lacked warmth, so it seemed Yan Qinghe had been up for a while. Yan Zhuohua felt refreshed after his sleep, so he slowly put on his slippers and went out to find Yan Qinghe.

As soon as he went downstairs, Yan Zhuohua noticed the lights in the kitchen and dining room were on. He slowly approached. Hearing footsteps, Yan Qinghe turned around and saw his beautiful wife leaning against the door, staring at him intently. The wide-open collar of his pajamas couldn't hide the red marks from just two days ago. Under the light, his skin looked exceptionally tempting. Yan Qinghe's gaze changed.

But he had to eat on time. Yan Qinghe forced his gaze away, "I made seafood paella for you, it'll be ready soon."

Yan Zhuohua's languid voice sounded: "Okay, I also want to drink. Where's the red wine?" As he spoke, he looked around and found the wine cabinet behind the nearby bar.

By the time he had set the glasses, decanter, and red wine on the dining table, the freshly made seafood paella was also served. The aroma filled the entire dining room, and Yan Zhuohua suddenly felt hungry.

"Your skills are quite good." Yan Zhuohua took a bite and squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

"I specifically learned after returning home. If you like it, we won't need a housekeeper after we move out; I'll cook for you every day."

"Let's not. Cooking every day is so tiring; just doing it once in a while is enough." Yan Zhuohua felt it was somewhat excessive to let someone work all day and then come back to cook a big meal.

"It's not tiring, I want to cook for you."

Yan Zhuohua felt that after the wedding, this man had become—how should he put it—very direct. But he really enjoyed this directness. Yan Zhuohua lowered his head to take a bite of food and said in a muffled voice, "Well, okay then. I can also cook for you."

Yan Qinghe felt he was truly about to lose control.

The seafood paella was delicious, and the wine was mellow.

As soon as Yan Zhuohua finished his last bite, Yan Qinghe impatiently pulled him upstairs.

"Wait, the dishes haven't been washed yet!"

"Wash them after we're done."

Bang—

Yan Zhuohua's struggles were shut inside the bedroom.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already the next evening. Yan Zhuohua rarely spent a long time staring blankly at the ceiling.

He suddenly felt that Yan Qinghe's insistence on marrying him was for the purpose of seeking revenge by working him to death in bed. Hmm, reasonable.

But what could he do even if he discovered his purpose? They were already married; could he really refuse Yan Qinghe's advances? It was just a pity to die in bed before finding out what he wanted to investigate...

Yan Qinghe, who was making dinner downstairs, had no idea his dear wife had found a third reason for their marriage. And this reason was even more unreliable. This time it was a smutty script, full of explicit content.

On the wedding night, out of various considerations, he only did it once before letting Yan Zhuohua go. But last night there were clearly no concerns; he pulled the man along and did it to his heart's content, leaving marks everywhere in the room. If Yan Zhuohua hadn't cried and shouted to stop him, the entire villa probably would have needed a cleaning.

Well, it's all my wife's fault for seducing me. Yan Qinghe felt at ease. He happily made dinner, which was fragrant scallion oil noodles.

When Yan Qinghe entered the bedroom with dinner, Yan Zhuohua finally snapped out of his daze.

"Zhuohua? Have some water first, drink some water before you eat." Yan Qinghe scooped him out of the blankets. Yan Zhuohua mechanically cooperated, lifting the quilt and sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting to be fed.

"The last meal before execution?" Yan Zhuohua was still immersed in his script.

"What?" Yan Zhuohua's voice had been overused so much that Yan Qinghe couldn't hear his weak murmur clearly at all.

Perhaps Yan Qinghe's overly confused voice woke him up, or perhaps his feet touching the ground brought his IQ back to its peak; Yan Zhuohua finally realized what nonsense he had said.

"Nothing, you misheard, I didn't say anything." Yan Zhuohua feigned composure.

Although he knew he must have said something, seeing Yan Zhuohua's weak state made Yan Qinghe feel a bit guilty, so he didn't dare ask further.

With their tacit understanding, the matter was dropped before it could be exposed.

After eating, Yan Zhuohua leaned against the headboard and watched Yan Qinghe pack their luggage.

Then, he discovered something extraordinary.