Chapter 85: Brother, I’m Here

Chapter 85: Here I Am, Brother

Jian Ye knew Mo Huan must be shocked to see him here today and had many questions. Since he had chosen to make an appearance in their social circle, there was no point in hiding anything.

"As you can see, I am indeed from the Jian family. My position in this family was a bit awkward before. After my parents passed away, I moved out. Later, after getting married, I visited even less frequently, so it’s normal that you’ve never run into me at the Jian residence."

Jian Ye mistakenly thought Mo Huan was one of the younger generation who frequently visited the Jian family with the Mo family. After some consideration, he decided to explain.

"Oh, right, I haven’t introduced you yet..." Jian Ye smiled, his eyes clear and bright. He tugged at Yi Siyu beside him and said to Mo Huan, "This is my husband, Third Young Master Yi, Yi Siyu. I assume you’ve heard of him."

Mo Huan forced an awkward smile. "I’ve heard so much about you, Third Young Master Yi. Hello, I’m Mo Huan, Jian’s senior from the same university."

Mo Huan extended his hand. Yi Siyu remained silent for several seconds until Jian Ye nudged him, and only then did he give Mo Huan’s hand a perfunctory shake before immediately letting go.

"I’ve seen you too. Several times when I went to pick up Yèyè from school, I saw you asking him out to eat. Today is a good opportunity—this lavish invitation from the Jian family can also be considered Yèyè’s invitation to you. How’s the Jian family’s cuisine... to your liking?"

Mo Huan: "..."

The man spoke from the position of a host, his authoritative tone making it difficult to refuse an answer.

Mo Huan’s lips felt dry. After a long pause, he managed a faint smile. "The food at Jian’s place is naturally flawless. The cake is also delicious. I sincerely wish him a happy birthday and good health."

"If you like it, help yourself. Who knows if there’ll be more birthday banquets like this in the future? Once you leave today, you might not get to taste it again. Enjoy yourself, Young Master Mo. Yèyè’s still recovering from his illness and might be tired. I should take him to rest now. If you’ll excuse us."

Jian Ye: "??" I’m not tired, not at all!

Without waiting for Jian Ye to react, the man took his hand and led him away. Jian Ye turned back and mouthed silently, "Sorry for the poor hospitality!"

However, his turned head was quickly noticed and straightened back by the man.

Mo Huan stood where he was, watching the retreating figures, his chest tightening further. The two looked like a match made in heaven, their harmony so striking it felt painful to his eyes.

The young man’s hands at his sides slowly clenched, then helplessly relaxed. He tilted his head back and exhaled deeply.

The moon tonight was beautiful, but staring too long made his eyes burn. Only when the heat in his eyes dissipated did Mo Huan revert to his usual calm composure before leaving the spot where he had stood.

...

Jian Ye was pulled along by Yi Siyu all the way out of the main courtyard.

Yi Siyu’s silence put Jian Ye on edge.

"What’s wrong with you?" Jian Ye didn’t consider himself particularly dense, but it seemed Yi Siyu had turned cold ever since Mo Huan spoke to him.

Was he seriously jealous of some college kid?

Besides, he barely even interacted with Mo Huan. They had only acted together in a drama, and he had mentioned this to Yi Siyu before. The man’s reaction back then hadn’t been as intense as today’s.

Seeing that he couldn’t get an answer, Jian Ye fell back on his old standby.

"Husband, I’m feeling lightheaded."

The moment he said it, Jian Ye wondered if he had overused this tactic. His acting was half-hearted this time, and he doubted the other would believe him. Just as he was about to embellish his words further, the man suddenly stopped and whirled around, alarmed.

"Are you still feeling cold from earlier? Do you feel chilly anywhere?"

Yi Siyu didn’t dare joke about Jian Ye’s health. He immediately reached out to touch the other’s forehead, checking for any signs of fever.

Jian Ye stayed silent, letting the man touch him, even leaning into the touch with a contented sigh.

Yi Siyu's palm was broad and warm, carrying a faint, pleasant masculine scent as it pressed against Jian Ye's forehead. Unable to resist, Jian Ye nuzzled into it like an affectionate pup.

Just as he was happily rubbing against it, the man in front of him suddenly turned around and crouched down.

Jian Ye: "?"

Yi Siyu: "Hop on. I'll carry you."

"I... I'm not *so* dizzy to the point of not being able to walk..." Jian Ye mumbled under his breath, yet his body obediently leaned forward and climbed onto Yi Siyu's back.

Who could resist a man spoiling them like this?

If he didn’t take the offer, he’d be doing a disservice to CEO Yi’s princely crouch.

Jian Ye wrapped his arms tightly around Yi Siyu’s neck, tilting his head to pecked the man’s cheek.

"Still hungry? What’s with the drool? It’s all over my face." Yi Siyu chuckled, deliberately teasing the person on his back.

Jian Ye wasn’t falling for it. "I *want* to slobber all over you!"

*Mwah, mwah, mwah!*

The empty corridor echoed with the sound of Jian Ye’s kisses.

Yi Siyu, the one who started it, was now the one struggling to handle it. Seeing Jian Ye’s high spirits, he knew the guy hadn’t been dizzy at all—he’d just said it to get Yi Siyu to back down.

He’d originally wanted Jian Ye to realize certain things on his own, but clearly, that approach wasn’t working.

"Could you *not* smile so much at people who like you?" Yi Siyu finally blurted out.

"People who like me?" Jian Ye’s slim legs dangled idly as he tilted his head, frowning. "You mean Senior Mo?"

Yi Siyu grunted in affirmation. "Who else?"

Jian Ye clapped his hands against Yi Siyu’s face, squishing his cheeks like a sandwich. "Oh, you’re *totally* overthinking it! We’re just senior and junior, colleagues from filming. He’s *not* into me. Besides, I already introduced you to him—he knows I have a husband!"

*This clueless guy probably has no idea he was almost confessed to,* Yi Siyu thought.

Any guy could read Mo Huan’s expression when he gazed at Jian Ye.

If Jian Ye hadn’t proactively introduced Yi Siyu’s identity, Yi Siyu wouldn’t have settled for just this level of jealousy. He wouldn’t have minded confronting his rival outright—he’d have called it out right then and there.

Jian Ye was still clueless to just how much charm he wielded now.

Today, it was just one Mo Huan. In the future, there might be thousands more.

Having such a popular wife was seriously annoying.

...

The birthday banquet wrapped up around ten o’clock.

Jian Ye had been worried Old Mr. Jian might ask him to stay the night at the family home and was already thinking of an excuse, but the old man unexpectedly told him to go home with Yi Siyu instead.

"Grandpa let you down today. You rarely come home, yet you still got bullied in this house. Don’t worry—Grandpa’ll make sure they pay for it."

Old Mr. Jian held his beloved grandson’s hand, switching between soothing him and promising revenge.

Then, turning to Yi Siyu beside Jian Ye, he instructed, "Ye’er had a rough time today. Get him home with you. Seeing you two happy together eases my mind. Siyu, look after my Ye’er."

Yi Siyu nodded, "I will, Grandpa."

After bidding farewell to Old Mr. Jian, Jian Ye left the Jian residence in Yi Siyu's car.

In the car, Jian Ye was in high spirits: "Headed home!"

Yi Siyu gripped the steering wheel and chuckled, "Do you really hate staying at the Jian house that much?"

"That creepy old mansion’s got nothing on our cozy little nest!" Jian Ye's eyes curved into crescents.

Yi Siyu suddenly said, "When you were locked in the freezer today, why didn’t you use the GPS watch I gave you to call for help immediately?"

Let’s be real—he wasn’t blind to Jian Ye’s little games.

The kid had deliberately let Old Mr. Jian see what happened—his game was clear.

Jian Ye’s grin stiffened, his lip twitching. "Uh... I kinda blanked in the moment. Besides, it’s my first time using this thing, so I’m not familiar with it yet."

Jian Ye knew his lame excuse just made him look guiltier, but he stubbornly played dumb.

Fortunately, Yi Siyu didn’t press further.

Yi Siyu knew Jian Ye was hiding something. Ever since the kid had cheated death after that drowning scare last time, that anonymous distress message had already piqued his curiosity.

And today was no different...

It seemed his wife wasn’t as fragile as he’d imagined. The kid always found a way to wriggle out of trouble when it counted, meaning he had tricks up his sleeve.

Yi Siyu thought self-preservation was a good thing, but he just worried one slip-up could leave Jian Ye defenseless. So, when it came to protecting Jian Ye, he couldn’t slip up.

He just wanted his boy safe, sound, and free to spread his wings.

...

Back at Lanfeng Bay, Jian Ye collapsed onto the couch, melting into it.

Home was the best—so comfortable and carefree. No forced smiles, no stiff posture—just pure comfort. He could flop around on the couch or rug like a happy cat.

Yi Siyu shrugged off his coat, catching sight of his "puppy" flopping around, his gaze softening. Remembering the most important matter of the day, he cleared his throat lightly. "Baby, mind grabbing me some PJs from the closet? I’m all sweaty and plan to shower right away."

Jian Ye stretched out a foot and wiggled three toes in a lazy "OK."

His cute pink toes, nails perfectly trimmed—way too tempting.

Yi Siyu’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he turned away and headed straight for the bathroom.

One more glance, and he’d be pinning him to the couch.

His treasure was addictive—one taste, and he was hooked.

Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, Jian Ye shook off his daze, stretched on the sofa, and then headed for the walk-in closet.

Mid-step, it hit him.

Wait—why didn’t Yi Siyu just grab his own damn PJs before hopping in the shower?

Was CEO Yi getting off on making him play fetch?

[System 748: In human terms, I believe this is referred to as "flirting."]

The system suddenly popped up with an annotation, and it clicked for Jian Ye, his cheeks flushed slightly.

"Jian Ye: Does he want to join me in the shower but is too shy to say it?"

"System 748: Seems like you're the only shy one here."

"Jian Ye: Shut up! You know so much, I’m starting to doubt you were ever locked in the punishment box! At such a young age, being curious about everything will only get you in trouble."

"System 748: I think my nutrition is quite balanced—I'm into everything."

"Jian Ye: …"

Thinking of Yi Siyu’s seemingly inviting behavior, Jian Ye recalled that crazy hot night.

Tsk, getting some action on his 19th birthday wasn’t a bad idea. Adults exploring the mysteries of life—nothing to be ashamed of.

So Jian Ye didn’t even bother going to the dressing area. Instead, he stripped himself bare and happily dashed toward the bathroom.

"Gege, I’m coming~"

Yi Siyu in the shower: "???!!!"

"Author’s Note"

Jian Xiaogou: O~ni~i~chan~\(≧▽≦)/~ (Isn't this just playing around? I get it.)

Yi Siyu: Σ(っ ⊙A⊙)っ (Nosebleed splurt~)