38: Gift

Five days had passed since Yan Qinghe firmly refused Yan Zhuohua's request, and the cocktail party was the day after tomorrow.

It was another Friday night, Yan Qinghe's happy time. Last time he rejected Yan Zhuohua's acting cute and even tricked him into saying 'husband' a few times, which almost got him kicked out of the room. Fortunately, he used the fact that he didn't mind being stood up that day to trade with Yan Zhuohua, earning the right to continue sleeping while holding his wife. There was no helping it; anyone who dealt with those matters would go crazy, and he didn't want to 'lose interest in life' (a specific term here).

But today was different; today he could sweat to his heart's content.

When it was over, he held the drowsy Yan Zhuohua, whose eyelids could barely stay open, and whispered something in his ear.

The next afternoon, after lunch, Yan Zhuohua was taken out of the house by Yan Qinghe.

Sitting in the car, Yan Zhuohua was still very dazed. He looked at his cousin in the front passenger seat, then at Yan Qinghe beside him. After thinking for a long time, he asked tentatively, "Did I miss some mission update?"

His cousin's voice came from the front: "You didn't tell him?"

Tell him what?

Yan Qinghe replied, "I did, but he was about to lose consciousness when I said it, so..."

Shut up, just shut up! Yan Zhuohua directly covered Yan Qinghe's mouth. He just blabs about everything!

...He thought that before going to sleep last night, he felt like this man had said something in his ear, but he didn't hear it clearly. He had planned to ask after waking up today, but he completely forgot...

"Mmph, mmph?" Yan Qinghe made struggling sounds.

"You're about to smother your husband to death. Let him go; I won't laugh at you." Yan Zhuoyi still cared about his younger brother's life.

Yan Zhuohua looked at the person whose face was turning red from being smothered and sheepishly let go.

Yan Qinghe took a deep breath. "Are you trying to murder your own husband?"

Yan Zhuohua had originally regretted being too heavy-handed and felt a bit bad, but upon hearing this, he immediately killed off his soft-hearted self from a moment ago. He deserved it!

The car was quiet for a while before Yan Qinghe slowly explained, "I'm taking you to get your birthday gift."

From the front, Yan Zhuoyi added, "This gift also has a share from me and your second brother. A certain someone just came up with the idea but wants to take most of the credit."

It was obvious who this "certain someone" was.

The car drove into the Yan Family's Research Institute, and they went straight into Yan Zhuoyan's laboratory.

Yan Zhuoyan's laboratory was second in size only to their mother Jiang Fuyue's. Since the Yan Family was certainly not short on money, the layout, equipment, and materials were all the best.

Yan Zhuoyan seemed to be busy with something inside, so they waited in the outer room first.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Yan Zhuoyan finally came out.

"You're here. Shall we start right away?"

"Wait, start what right away?" Yan Zhuohua was still very confused. He looked at Yan Qinghe, expecting an explanation.

Yan Qinghe rubbed his head. "A Positioning Device developed by Second Brother and Cousin together. Subcutaneous implantation, powered by bioelectricity; it only needs to be replaced once a year during your physical exam."

Yan Zhuoyan added, "It's the first generation, so we couldn't make it last too long. However, it's very simple to operate. We just make a small incision above your right collarbone, put the device in, and wait for the skin to heal."

Yan Zhuoyi had already started disinfecting, ready to begin at any moment. "We've tested the device; it won't cause allergies or rejection, just like getting a steel pin for a fracture. But it's much smaller than a steel pin, less than one square centimeter. The surgery is very simple and takes only a few minutes. You'll only need a band-aid for the wound."

As he spoke, Yan Zhuoyi had already raised the scalpel and gestured for him to pull down his collar.

Yan Zhuohua trembled. He did understand the function of this device, but why install it? Could this be the birthday gift? He turned to Yan Qinghe again with a pleading look.

"Both of us will have this Positioning Device installed, and the corresponding tracking system will be installed on each other's phones. This system relies on the Satellite System we developed, with positioning accuracy at the centimeter level. Then, we'll be able to know each other's whereabouts at any time, with no more secrets from each other. Of course, it's also a guarantee of safety. This is the gift I'm giving you."

It was a gift very common in novels yet of great significance. Yan Zhuohua didn't refuse again and cooperated with his cousin to complete the "tiny, tiny surgery"; even the anesthesia hurt more than the procedure itself. While he was undergoing surgery, Yan Zhuoyan had already installed the Positioning System on Yan Qinghe's phone. While Yan Qinghe was having his surgery, Yan Zhuohua curiously picked up the phone to look at the app's interface.

A small red dot stayed at their location on the map. Yan Zhuohua tried taking a few steps, and the red dot on the screen moved with him. The accuracy was very high. In the future, it could be developed into a common device for children, pets, or elderly people with dementia; it would likely make a lot of money.

Yan Zhuohua walked back and forth holding the phone, watching the little red dot move with him, and then he bumped headlong into Yan Qinghe's chest.

Yan Qinghe had also finished his surgery. Seeing Yan Zhuohua happily walking back and forth with the phone, he deliberately stepped forward to "entrap" him, and indeed, he was bumped into.

He held the person tight, wanting to demand some compensation for the "entrapment."

Yan Zhuohua refused to yield and struggled vigorously.

This little game continued until Yan Zhuoyan's voice came from behind: "There are still people here."

He had been so engrossed in playing that he forgot about his two brothers. Yan Zhuohua awkwardly pushed Yan Qinghe away, not daring to look at anyone.

Yan Zhuoyan sneered, returned Yan Zhuohua's phone to him, and immediately kicked all three of them out, claiming he "didn't want to be a third wheel."

The innocently implicated Yan Zhuoyi: "..."

Yan Zhuoyi was called back to the hospital for something urgent, so he didn't leave with them and took a taxi by himself. On the way back, only the driver, Yan Zhuohua, and Yan Qinghe were left.

Yan Zhuohua's curiosity about the device hadn't been exhausted yet. He opened his own phone again and watched the little blue dot on the screen zip across the map. After playing for a good while, he finally put down the phone, still wanting more.

Although this gift was already overused in novels, he still liked it very much. It was a manifestation of complete openness and a symbol of trust. However, even satisfaction couldn't offset Yan Qinghe's excessive behavior of teasing him just now.

Yan Zhuohua began to nitpick: "Is this the only gift? You installed a tracker, and I did too, and this tracking system was made by my two brothers. You only provided the plan."

Yan Qinghe raised an eyebrow and smiled confidently; he had long been prepared for this.

"Of course not. The car I promised you the day we signed the agreement is back; it's parked in the garage at Mirror Lake Bright Forest."

"That's it?" Yan Zhuohua continued to nitpick.

"Of course not," Yan Qinghe became even more self-assured. "There's also a club."

"?" Yan Zhuohua doubted he had heard correctly. "What?"

"An E-sports Club called DU. Ownership has been completely transferred to your name. The relevant documents and the manager's contact information are in the safe in the study at home. You can check it yourself after we go home tomorrow night."

DU was originally an old-brand club that was sold two years ago due to poor management and performance. Now it was a top-tier club ranked in the top three. It was said that the boss behind it was very wealthy, investing without blinking an eye, turning the original small workshop of a club into the current powerhouse. They even built their own arena this year.

Most importantly, Yan Zhuohua remembered the manager telling him that a club called DU had always wanted to sign him and offered a very high price.

Good, it's all connected now.

Yan Zhuohua really wanted to ask him exactly when and why he had fallen in love with him. Unfortunately, he couldn't speak yet. Anxious.JPG

When will those matters be cleared up? I'm really in a hurry.