Shocking! The Fake Young Master Has Been Won Over by the Real Young Master!

146: The life of an old married coupleNing Wei was taken out by several Bodyguards in black who had entered from behind, leaving Yan Qinghe alone in this messy space. For a moment, he thought he had returned to those dark fifteen years; it was just like this then—a violent temper and debris all over the floor.

It was all in the past.

Ning Wei could no longer appear in his life, and he would no longer fear these brutal acts.

Yan Qinghe stood in place for a long while before ringing the bell to call the waiter in.

”Please clean up the damaged items. I will pay triple compensation.”

After leaving the restaurant, Yan Qinghe drove back to Flower City. Ignoring Manager Xu’s distorted and pained expression, he plunged back into the flower bushes to pick flowers.

His wife’s task was more important.

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The temperature gradually cooled, and the sun drew closer to the skyline, as if kissing the flower fields with its orange glow.

As the sky grew dark, Yan Qinghe finally finished his day’s labor and drove home with a car full of bouquets. In the passenger seat was a carefully selected and meticulously designed bunch of wrapped fresh flowers, along with a bottle of Medicated Oil given by Manager Xu before he left, for fear that he might strain his back.

The journey was a bit long. By the time Yan Qinghe entered the house carrying a bouquet, the sky was completely dark. Every household had lit their lamps, and his own villa was brightly lit.

Yan Qinghe walked in quietly and saw Yan Zhuohua busy in the kitchen from a distance. A ”sizzle” sounded, and in an instant, a few wisps of aroma that had escaped the range hood’s grasp drifted to the tip of Yan Qinghe’s nose.

It was his favorite dish. Yan Qinghe felt a warmth in his heart, put down the flowers, and hurried into the kitchen.

”Hiss—why didn’t you say anything when you came back! You gave me a fright.” Yan Zhuohua was focused on stir-frying when his waist was suddenly encircled by a pair of hands. He almost threw the person off. ”Aren’t you afraid I wouldn’t react in time and throw you to the floor?”

Yan Qinghe nuzzled Yan Zhuohua’s neck without speaking, like a spoiled big dog.

”Let go of me quickly, you’re affecting my cooking.” Yan Zhuohua patted the hands around him, signaling him to get up first. ”Are you unhappy? Why are you so clingy today?”

Yan Qinghe pretended not to hear the first part and even tightened his grip further. ”I’m not unhappy. I just worked all day and I’m tired.”

”Who told you to pick so many? Didn’t I tell you at noon? You just wouldn’t listen.”

”Well, I just wanted you to teach me how to make essential oils!”

Yan Zhuohua put the lid on the pot and dragged the ”big dog” behind him to the cutting board. He sliced two tomatoes and conveniently popped a piece into Yan Qinghe’s mouth.

”I didn’t say I wouldn’t teach you. I just told you not to work all day. What you picked this morning was enough to make a small bottle.”

”No!” Yan Qinghe chewed the tomato, his voice muffled. ”What is that little bit enough for?” His essential oil had a great use!

”Fine, keep pushing yourself then. It’ll be your own back that hurts tomorrow.” Yan Zhuohua was completely unaware of Yan Qinghe’s ”sinister” intentions. ”So where did you put the flowers? Fresh flowers don’t keep well.”

”Even if my back hurts, it won’t stop me from f*cking you,” Yan Qinghe muttered in a very low voice.

”What?” The food in the pot was sizzling, so Yan Zhuohua didn’t hear what he muttered.

”Nothing! I said I asked Manager Xu to help store those flowers in their cold storage and have their professionals do some simple processing,” Yan Qinghe spoke loudly, feeling guilty.

”Okay, then it’ll be more convenient to have them sent directly to the Studio from there.” Yan Zhuohua patted Yan Qinghe’s hands again. ”Plate the food in the pot and take it out. I’ll just fry some tomato and eggs, and then we can eat.”

This time, Yan Qinghe could no longer pretend not to hear. He slowly let go, but gave a few more strokes at the end, taking full advantage.

After a few more minutes, Yan Zhuohua took off his apron, washed his hands, and placed the final dish of tomato and eggs on the dining table. Dinner was finally ready.

”Qinghe?” Yan Zhuohua put down the plate and found that Yan Qinghe had suddenly disappeared.

Just as he was about to go to the living room to look for him, a large bouquet of fresh flowers suddenly appeared before his eyes.

”Do you like it? I picked them out one by one!”

This bouquet was carefully selected by him; it was much fresher and more fragrant than those in flower shops.

Yan Zhuohua took the bouquet, the corners of his mouth curling up uncontrollably.

”I like it.”

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At nine o’clock in the evening, after a busy day, Yan Qinghe finally finished tidying up and lay down on the bed. Yan Zhuohua took the bouquet apart and rearranged the flowers into a vase. He carefully adjusted them for a long time before nodding in satisfaction and getting into bed.

”Lie face down.” Yan Zhuohua patted Yan Qinghe’s arm.

”What for?” Yan Qinghe suddenly felt a sense of crisis and sat up abruptly. ”Are you planning to rebel and take the lead? I’m telling you, that’s absolutely impossible!”

Yan Zhuohua was stunned by his intense reaction, and it took a while for him to understand what he meant.

”What nonsense are you talking about? What on earth are you thinking about every day?” A flustered and annoyed Yan Zhuohua slapped Yan Qinghe’s waist hard, making him howl in pain.

”It hurts!”

”Why would I hit you if it didn’t hurt!” Yan Zhuohua snapped back, but his hands had already begun to gently massage him. ”Lie down properly and lift your shirt. I’ll massage your waist with Medicated Oil, otherwise you won’t even be able to walk tomorrow.”

”Oh... a massage. You didn’t make it clear.” Yan Qinghe rubbed his nose guiltily and finally lay down obediently.

”So you really don’t have that intention?” After a moment of silence, Yan Qinghe couldn’t help but look up.

”Shut up!” Yan Zhuohua pushed his face back into the pillow. ”You can rest assured!”

Only then did Yan Qinghe settle down again, albeit awkwardly.

Having finally subdued him, Yan Zhuohua turned and sat on Yan Qinghe’s thighs. He took out the Medicated Oil he had prepared from his pocket, poured some into his palm, rubbed his hands together to warm it up, and began to massage Yan Qinghe’s fair and strong waist. His technique was quite professional, and before long, Yan Qinghe began to groan comfortably.

”It feels so good. Did you learn this?” Yan Qinghe’s muffled voice came from the pillow.

”You forgot, I was a Professional Player for five years. I’m very familiar with the maintenance and treatment of these injuries. I specifically learned from the team’s Physiotherapist during my first season.”

”Oh, I see.” Yan Qinghe replied understandingly and continued to enjoy his wife’s gentle and thoughtful service.

”Wait, that’s not right!” Yan Qinghe suddenly sat up again, nearly throwing Yan Zhuohua off him.

”What are you doing, being so jumpy? Is this ever going to end today?” Yan Zhuohua steadied himself against the bed and kicked Yan Qinghe’s leg, knocking him off the bed. ”What’s not right? Do you just have to be beaten to feel satisfied? I haven’t even settled last night’s score with you yet!”

”No, no...” Yan Qinghe struggled to climb up from the floor and grabbed Yan Zhuohua’s hand pleadingly. ”I wanted to ask, you learned these massage techniques from a Physiotherapist?”

”Obviously!”

Yan Qinghe became even more agitated. He scrambled onto the bed in a few moves and pinned him down. ”Then when you were learning, did you sit on their lap like this and rub your hands all over their waist??”