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

147: We’re doomed!Yan Zhuohua’s eyes widened instantly. ”Is that all you’re thinking about?”

”Isn’t this important!” Yan Qinghe’s voice was aggrieved yet firm. ”How could you sit on another man and even touch him!”

”...I didn’t sit on him. I was standing when I learned it. It’s only like this for you.”

”Then did you not touch him?”

”...”

Yan Qinghe felt even more aggrieved. ”How could you do this to me?”

”No,” Yan Zhuohua was quite speechless. ”It was just a simple massage! I didn’t touch anywhere else. Besides, how was I supposed to know back then that I’d be with you now?”

”You’re quibbling.” Yan Qinghe refused to listen to his explanation and directly reached a conclusion. ”You have no Male Virtue.”

”...”

”Why aren’t you saying anything? You have a guilty conscience, don’t you?”

”Sigh—” Yan Zhuohua sighed helplessly. ”What do you want?”

”I can’t do anything.” Yan Qinghe suddenly let go of Yan Zhuohua and slowly got up from him, his tone tragic and dejected. ”Can I really travel back in time and put a pair of gloves on you?”

”Then what should we do?” Yan Zhuohua was almost amused by how he looked like he was about to curl into a ball from grief. ”Are you going to chop off my hands?”

”Don’t talk nonsense. How could I possibly chop your hands? I’d rather chop off mine than let yours be touched even once!”

”Then what are you still fussing about? Hurry up and lie face down; I haven’t finished your massage yet.” Yan Zhuohua forced him onto the bed and continued massaging his waist. ”There’s even a principle in law called ’non-retroactivity.’ Are you still going to be petty about this?”

”But I still feel so wronged.” And jealous.

Yan Zhuohua looked up at the back of his head, which was radiating resentment, and couldn’t help but chuckle. ”Then you’ll just have to bear it! Who told you to like me?”

”You’re so cruel.”

”Even if I’m cruel, you have to take it.” Yan Zhuohua applied pressure, making Yan Qinghe open his mouth wide, unable to make a sound. ”Endure it for a bit; I’m working out the knots here.”

”Wuuuuu...”

*

To be fair, Yan Zhuohua’s massage technique was indeed very skilled. After being tortured by him for half an hour every night for three consecutive days, Yan Qinghe’s waist really didn’t feel sore or aching at all.

Although he was still feeling very aggrieved these past few days.

”It’s been forty-eight hours, and you’re still aggrieved?” Yan Zhuohua wiped the medicinal oil off his hands and patted Yan Qinghe, who was lying beside him. ”Today is Friday.”

Yan Qinghe kept his head buried in the quilt, remaining motionless.

”I’ve prepared your favorite gift.”

Yan Qinghe’s ears seemed to twitch.

”Plus two more conditions. You can ask for anything.”

Yan Qinghe immediately scrambled up to find paper and a pen. ”Put it in writing.”

Yan Zhuohua struggled to suppress the urge to hit him as he took the paper and pen, writing out the note under his excited and expectant gaze.

”Are you satisfied now? You’re not allowed to be petty about this anymore.”

”Mm-hmm!” Yan Qinghe impatiently grabbed the note and hurried out of the room. ”You get the gift ready; I’m going to hide this!”

Sitting on the bed, Yan Zhuohua sighed helplessly and took out his Esports team uniform from the package Uncle Ye had delivered today.

Sooner or later, all his different clothes would be ruined.

*

A little past seven on Saturday morning, Yan Zhuohua, covered in marks, was still fast asleep in Yan Qinghe’s arms. The phone on the nightstand suddenly rang, waking the soundly sleeping Yan Zhuohua.

”Answer the phone!” Yan Zhuohua muttered, pushing the Yan Qinghe in front of him.

”Hello...” Yan Qinghe struggled to get up and answered the phone groggily.

On the other end was Yan Zhuoyang’s voice. ”Still sleeping?”

”Big Brother?” Yan Qinghe’s mind was still quite foggy. ”It’s Saturday; there’s no work.”

”Get up and pack your things. I’ll be at your place in ten minutes.” After saying that, Yan Zhuoyang hung up the phone.

Yan Qinghe snapped awake instantly and hurried to wake Yan Zhuohua beside him.

”What are you doing! Don’t you know exactly what ’good deeds’ you did last night!” Yan Zhuohua rolled over, attempting to dodge Yan Qinghe’s hand.

”Hurry and get up; Big Brother is coming.”

”...” Yan Zhuohua’s eyes flew open. ”What?”

*

Ten minutes later, the two of them, now fully dressed, opened the door for Yan Zhuoyang.

”B-Big Brother,” Yan Zhuohua stuttered as he looked at the grim-faced Yan Zhuoyang outside the door. ”Why are you being so serious?” I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong lately, have I?

Yan Zhuoyang didn’t answer his question. ”Come with me to the study. Qinghe, go find a baseball bat.”

”A baseball bat?!” Yan Zhuohua exclaimed. ”What do you want that for?”

Yan Zhuoyang still didn’t answer him. Instead, he reached out, grabbed Yan Zhuohua by the neck, and led him into the house. After a few steps, he didn’t forget to urge Yan Qinghe, ”Hurry up. Don’t make me look for it myself.”

As he was being dragged away, a terrified Yan Zhuohua waved at Yan Qinghe, his mouth forming the silent but deafening words, ”Save me.”

Seeing his wife being dragged into the study, Yan Qinghe was anxious but helpless. He could only head to the basement to dig out a baseball bat and then sprint back to the study.

As soon as Yan Qinghe pushed the door open and entered, he saw Yan Zhuoyang sitting leisurely on the sofa sipping tea, while his dear wife was kneeling pitifully on the floor.

”Big Brother, Zhuohua hasn’t done anything wrong lately!” Yan Qinghe closed the door behind him and gave Yan Zhuoyang a fawning smile. ”I keep an eye on him every day; how could he possibly get into trouble?”

Yan Zhuoyang took another unhurried sip of tea. ”The previous times he messed up, didn’t you also not know until after the fact?”

That was true. Yan Zhuohua had a whole repertoire of ways to hide things; if he really put his mind to doing something behind his back, he would almost certainly succeed.

Thus, Yan Qinghe turned a suspicious gaze toward the person who looked well-behaved while kneeling but was actually grimacing and secretly rubbing his knees.

Yan Zhuohua, who happened to look up and meet his gaze: ”...”

”What kind of look is that? You don’t believe me?” Yan Zhuohua almost jumped up.

”Shut up! It’s not your turn to speak. Kneel properly.” Before Yan Qinghe could explain, Yan Zhuoyang on the sofa sternly reprimanded him first.

Yan Zhuohua shrank his neck, looking obedient and submissive, but in reality, he was shooting resentful little daggers with his eyes ”swish-swish” at Yan Qinghe.

The scene fell silent for a moment. With the three of them—one sitting, one standing, and one kneeling—it looked like a winner’s podium.

After several minutes of silence, Yan Qinghe couldn’t bear it and spoke up, ”Big Brother, what exactly did he do wrong? We can’t just stay silent and keep this stalemate going, can we?”

”We’ve barely started. You’re already feeling sorry for him after just ten minutes?” Yan Zhuoyang sneered. ”Were you also this generous when he lied to you?”

Beside him, Yan Zhuohua couldn’t help but look up and defend himself, ”I really haven’t done anything lately!”

”Is that so?” Yan Zhuoyang unhurriedly shifted his sitting position. ”Don’t be so quick to deny it. Think carefully—have you done anything behind our backs recently?”