24: move place

The next day's sunrise was seen from the mountain, with Yan Qinghe carrying someone on his back. They truly hadn't slept all night; as the time approached, they hurriedly applied medicine, got dressed, and headed out, not even having time to tidy the bed.

Yan Zhuohua was indeed so limp and weak that he couldn't walk. If he hadn't insisted on seeing the sunrise today, Yan Qinghe wouldn't have been willing to let him leave the house. The result of their dispute was Yan Qinghe carrying him up the mountain.

Fortunately, this small mountain wasn't high, nor was it far, and the path was easy to walk. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been easy for Yan Qinghe to carry a 1.81-meter tall man up a mountain after a night of physical labor.

When they reached the summit, it was just at the darkest moment before dawn.

The surroundings were silent. Yan Zhuohua snuggled into Yan Qinghe's embrace, desperately propping his eyelids open for fear of falling asleep.

Seeing the person in his arms looking utterly exhausted yet unwilling to fall asleep, Yan Qinghe couldn't help but find it amusing. He stroked the fluffy head resting against his collarbone—so cute!

The sunrise arrived quickly. The faint light of dawn soon broke through the horizon, outlining the sea, as the sun gradually revealed itself. The rising sunlight gently soothed the two people sitting on the mountain peak, announcing the arrival of a brilliant day.

Once the sun had fully risen, Yan Zhuohua finally felt at ease and fell asleep in Yan Qinghe's arms.

Yan Qinghe tucked his clothes around him, then gently picked him up and walked down the mountain with steady steps.

A night of fooling around had left Yan Zhuohua exhausted; by the time he woke up again, it was already evening.

The sky was dark, and a light rain had started outside. The pitter-patter of rain hitting the leaves drifted in from the window, and the whole world seemed to have come to a standstill.

Yan Zhuohua struggled to move his battered body and couldn't help but gasp. He really dared to go all out; I almost died in that bed.

People always feel fearless when their emotions are high, only to regret their impulsiveness afterward.

Yan Zhuohua wanted to curse Yan Qinghe a few times to vent his frustration, but since he was the one who initiated it, it felt somewhat unreasonable to blame Yan Qinghe.

After much thought, Yan Zhuohua managed to find his phone as if crossing mountains and rivers. He opened wechat, unblocked Yan Zhuoyan, typed out a string of insults, sent them, and then blocked him again.

The innocently victimized Yan Zhuoyan: "?"

Hateful younger brother!

A while later, Yan Qinghe pushed a dining cart inside.

A bowl of sweet corn and egg soup, a bowl of shrimp wontons, and a few small side dishes.

Sigh, when I came here, I didn't expect that nearly half of my meals would have to be eaten in bed.

Oh, it was even worse this time—he had absolutely no strength left to hold a spoon, and Yan Qinghe fed him every single bite.

Seeing the resentful look on Yan Zhuohua's face, Yan Qinghe couldn't help but laugh, only to receive a death stare from Yan Zhuohua.

Quickly stifling his laughter, Yan Qinghe cleared the small dining table and pushed it out.

He returned quickly, got straight into bed, pulled the other into his arms, and began to watch the light rain with Yan Zhuohua.

Yan Zhuohua's somewhat raspy voice sounded: "How long will this rain last?"

"Until about ten tonight." Yan Qinghe reached out to rub Yan Zhuohua's waist and suddenly laughed. "I originally planned to practice calligraphy with you here and have you teach me hand-in-hand. It seems there's no time left."

"...I can still teach you like that when we go back."

The room fell silent again. Accompanied by the rustling sound of rain, the two fell asleep in each other's arms.

By the time they left the island, Yan Zhuohua's energy had mostly recovered.

According to the plan, they were to travel to different places around the world for the remaining half month.

Yan Zhuohua's plan was very clear: open the world map, find Point A—City A, Point B—the island, connect the two points, and the famous scenic spots along the line segment BA would be their itinerary for the next half month.

Very reasonable.

Mainly because the two of them had already been to most famous places; picking a few more as honeymoon spots would be truly boring. This way was novel and interesting.

After traveling along line segment BA on the map for half a month, they finally returned to City A.

As soon as they stepped out of the airport, there was another sense of it being like a lifetime ago, as if he had been away from home for another five years.

The prepared gifts had been sent back from various places early on, so they didn't have much luggage.

When they arrived home, it was just in time for dinner to be served.

Jiang Fuyue took Yan Zhuohua's hand: "Strange, how is it that you've lost some weight, yet your face is glowing?"

Yan Zhuohua's face instantly turned bright red.

Jiang Fuyue also realized what she had said, laughed awkwardly, and quickly pushed him to a seat in the dining room.

"Hurry and eat. Your mother and Aunt cooked personally; it's all your favorites."

The table was indeed filled with dishes they liked. The family had a lively dinner, sharing their experiences from the past month.

Yan Zhuoyan's meaningful gaze drifted between Yan Zhuohua and Yan Qinghe, only to be glared back at by Yan Zhuohua. He wasn't annoyed, just said gloatingly: "You didn't forget to prepare a gift for your Second Brother when you went out, and Second Brother also prepared a return gift for you. It's in your bedroom; remember to sign for it and leave a good review."

Yan Zhuohua wished he could beat Yan Zhuoyan to death on the spot.

Unfortunately, his Uncle Yan Jincheng's sudden interruption prevented this tragedy.

"Now that you're back, prepare to return to the company. The day after tomorrow is Monday. Qinghe, remember to go to work; I don't want to be busy with everything anymore. Tomorrow, I'll be moving out with your Aunt."

This had been decided long ago, and Yan Qinghe didn't refuse, though the sudden realization that he wouldn't see his wife during the day was truly painful.

Don't understand Uncle, understand Uncle, become Uncle, surpass Uncle.

Yan Qinghe thought for a moment and spoke directly: "We're also moving out tomorrow. Moreover, Zhuohua and I have discussed it; in another week, once he's familiarized himself with the company's affairs, he'll also come to work at the company to help me." That way, I can still see my wife at any time.

His plan was met with unanimous disdain. As if anyone couldn't see his little scheme.

Unfortunately, Yan Qinghe was now the Head of the Yan Family; what he said went.

Everyone then turned their disappointed gazes toward Yan Zhuohua.

Yan Zhuohua, who was gnawing on a chicken leg: "?"

And so, the matter was settled.

When dinner ended, Yan Jincheng called Yan Qinghe away. They had to discuss the twentieth birthday banquet for Yan Qinghe and Yan Zhuohua in less than a month, which would also be the banquet to officially announce them as the successor Head of Family and the Head's Spouse.

Although they had already succeeded in reality, that was internal; there still had to be a formal ceremony for the outside world.

As for Yan Zhuohua, he was pulled away by his cousin, Yan Zhuoyi.

In a pavilion within the courtyard's gardens, Yan Zhuoyi took Yan Zhuohua's hand to check his pulse.

"Excessive indulgence, ah. Young people must learn moderation."

Yan Zhuoyi acted like an old doctor of traditional medicine.

"Get lost!"

"Don't be angry. Listen to the doctor. I'll write you a prescription for kidney tonics; drink more when you get back. Have Qinghe drink some too."

"Get lost!"

“Tsk, why are you hiding your illness from the doctor? Do you believe I’ll give the prescription to your mother?”

“...” Yan Zhuohua was caught.

“That’s a good boy.” Yan Zhuoyi was extremely satisfied. “Remember to take your medicine on time.”

Yan Zhuohua took the prescription and got up to leave.

“By the way, Zhuohua, remember to have Qinghe help you apply the ointment I gave you. I gave him a small box; it should be enough. When you run out, come find me again. I will surely prepare enough medicine for my younger brother.”

Yan Zhuohua felt like life was no longer worth living.

“The bagpipes sound from afar.”

It’s all your fault, all your fault, Yan Qinghe, it’s all your fault!

After resting for a night, the next day, those prepared to move began moving.

The moving plans had been prepared long ago, so they proceeded very quickly. By noon, Uncle had already moved into the new home with Aunt.

As for Yan Zhuohua and Yan Qinghe, after packing their things, they first went to the apartment where Yan Zhuohua had lived when he first returned.

Yan Qinghe spent most of his time living in a house in the Mirror Lake Bright Forest villa district near the company, so he didn't have many large items to move—just small things accumulated over the past two months, not even enough to fill half a suitcase. Yan Zhuohua had also only been back for two months, one of which was spent on honeymoon, so his belongings also only filled half a suitcase.

Since they would eventually move back to the main residence, some wedding items, including wedding photos, were not moved out; instead, another set was prepared directly at the villa.

Therefore, the things they needed to move were mainly the luggage Yan Zhuohua had brought back from City B, which was still kept in that apartment in the city center.

After not being back for two months, the apartment he had just tidied was covered in a layer of dust again.

Yan Zhuohua was quite helpless; if he had known he would be at home for a month, away for a month, and then move to Yan Qinghe's place right after returning, why would he have bothered so much to clean this place and organize his luggage one by one?

Unfortunately, there was no 'if only'.

The two were busy all morning, finally packing and organizing all the items, large and small, to be taken away, and then contacted a moving company to send them over first.

They, meanwhile, went together to eat at the restaurant called Restaurant Name where Yan Qinghe had asked him out last time.

Two months later, their relationship was different as they returned. Led by the waiter, they went to the same private room as last time.

Seeing Yan Zhuohua's somewhat strange expression, Yan Qinghe took the initiative to explain: "I own half the shares in this restaurant, so there's a separate private room. I've already notified the manager that you can bring people here in the future. The food here is good, safety and privacy are guaranteed, and since it's our own shop, it's more convenient."

After hearing the explanation, Yan Zhuohua suddenly had a new question: "Does this shop deliver?"

Yan Qinghe was stunned for a moment before he understood Yan Zhuohua's question. He looked up and smiled, nearly bewitching Yan Zhuohua. "Of course not. The delivery you received was exclusive to the boss's wife. You can order whenever you want to eat in the future."

Yan Zhuohua had intended to use this to tease Yan Qinghe, but he didn't expect to be counter-killed by his direct admission and the phrase "boss's wife."

How is this person becoming more and more of a straight shooter? He's practically high attack and high defense.

Yan Zhuohua changed the subject in a bit of a huff and called the waiter over to order.

Seeing that the other was about to boil over from embarrassment, Yan Qinghe tactfully followed suit and changed the subject. Yan Qinghe didn't know why this person could hold hands, hug, kiss, and even comply with almost all of Yan Qinghe's advances, yet simply couldn't stand verbal affection and teasing.

If he had asked this question, Yan Zhuohua would surely have answered him: "Those physical contacts are almost always in private spaces. Don't you see how many people are around and what the environment is like when you say those weird things? I don't want to have to move to another planet!"

Unfortunately, he didn't ask, so Yan Zhuohua didn't answer. This confusion was destined to remain unsolved for the time being.