Chapter 12 Husbands Sharing a Bed

Chapter 12: Husband and Husband Share a Bed

"Give... give it to my sister..."

Yuan Che stammered too.

Because the man in front of him... looked angry...

More than just angry? Lin Zaishan was absolutely furious!!

What did he mean? What did this guy mean by that?

He'd always thought this little fool was simple-minded, easy to fool and coax, but it turned out it was all an act? Bringing up Yuan Simiao at a time like this—what, trying to use his sister to pressure him?

Fine.

Lin Zaishan stared at Yuan Che's bewildered face, a cold sneer forming inside him. There was nothing he hated more than being manipulated, especially being controlled through a woman. In his usual temper, if anyone dared to talk to him like that, he'd have told them to "go to hell" without a second thought.

But times were different.

When you're in someone else's house, you have to bow your head. That money from Yuan Jingtian had just come through, and his company was finally catching its breath. He was practically a live-in son-in-law now. Thinking of it that way, what was so bad about sleeping in the same bed as a man? So what if they slept together? If it really came to a fight, this little brat was no match for him anyway.

"No phone."

He dropped those words without even glancing at Yuan Che, then, as if there was no turning back, threw back the covers and lay down stiffly. The expression on his face could only be described as resigned to his fate.

Yuan Che sat on the edge of the bed, stunned by the whole series of events. He turned to look at the man lying rigidly on the bed, his gaze slowly sliding to that face—not good-looking, his expression was awful.

Husband is angry.

Yuan Che's heart sank, and he began to replay the events quickly: Why is he angry? Because I asked to use the phone? But is making a phone call that expensive? Does he need to save that much money? Or... is husband just cheap?

The more he thought, the more worried he became. If Lin Zaishan wouldn't even let him borrow the phone, he definitely wouldn't buy him a new phone. Without a new phone, he couldn't contact his sister; without contacting his sister, he couldn't get hold of Sun Qi; without getting hold of Sun Qi... how was he supposed to sleep from now on?

Yuan Che sat there, too worried to move for ages.

Lin Zaishan didn't want to deal with him at first, but after lying there for a while, he noticed the man next to him hadn't budged. Frowning, he turned his head and impatiently patted the edge of the bed:

"You going to sleep?"

Yuan Che snapped out of it, his eyes suddenly lighting up—

"You, you're going to sleep with me?!"

Lin Zaishan shot him a glance, too lazy to waste words, and reached out to turn off the bedside lamp.

"If you don't want to sleep, go to the next room."

The moment darkness fell, Yuan Che practically launched himself over—

He didn't know why Lin Zaishan had suddenly changed his mind, or if he was being selfish, but he only had two things on his mind: husband agreed to sleep with him, and he could finally get a good night's sleep!

But the moment his body touched Lin Zaishan, a powerful force shoved him away hard.

"Bam—"

Yuan Che fell flat on his back, the back of his head hitting the corner of the nightstand, letting out a cry of pain.

Lin Zaishan sat up with a jolt, his heart lurched—damn, did he hurt him?

He quickly got out of bed and crouched down in the dark. The man was curled up, clutching his head, refusing to move his arm no matter what. Lin Zaishan, losing patience, grabbed him and pulled his hand away.

In the darkness, their faces suddenly came very close.

Yuan Che instinctively tried to dodge, but Lin Zaishan held his shoulders and gripped his wrist tightly, his face almost pressed against Yuan Che's, staring unblinkingly at his forehead.

Please don't be hurt, please don't be hurt, Lin Zaishan kept repeating in his mind.

A single scratch, and sending him back would be twice as hard.

But fate had other plans. Even in the dim light, he immediately spotted the swelling lump. He reached out and pressed it—it was indeed raised. Lin Zaishan frowned, gently pressing his fingertip against it to gauge the size, looking extremely focused, completely unaware that the other man's breathing had gone haywire.

"We..." Yuan Che stammered, "are we too close..."

"You know we're too close?" Lin Zaishan didn't even lift his head, his tone as sharp as could be. "Who was it that pounced on me just now?"

"But..."

"Shut up."

He grabbed Yuan Che's chin and examined him carefully again. Not bleeding, won't leave a scar.

Satisfied, he stood up and looked down at the man sitting on the floor: "Let me tell you, keep your hands to yourself. If you touch me again, I'll teach you a lesson next time."

Yuan Che panicked: "I'm sorry, baby... sorry, husband! I didn't mean it, I was just a little excited!"

"If you're that excited, go jerk off." Lin Zaishan couldn't be bothered to argue and turned to leave.

After two steps, he stopped.

The hard approach was done; time for the soft. He'd just disciplined the little brat, and if he didn't calm him down now, it wouldn't feel right. He always finished what he started. Since he'd decided to "handle" this marriage properly, he couldn't just make a lot of noise without results.

Fine.

He turned back and extended a hand to the man on the floor.

The moment his hand was halfway there, the man on the floor suddenly grabbed his own head with both hands, the tall figure over six feet shrinking into a ball like a frightened large dog.

Lin Zaishan paused for a few seconds, then laughed: "Hey, what's your deal?"

He didn't know that the word "hey" in Yuan Che's ears was more piercing than anything. Husband wouldn't even call him "baby" anymore—he was really angry. Yuan Che already felt guilty, and now fear crept in: if husband hated him, he definitely wouldn't buy him a phone, and without a phone, how could he contact his sister?

Lin Zaishan looked at the pathetic figure with his face buried in his arms, not making a sound, and sighed—

Crazy. A whole family of crazies.

Before the man on the floor could regain his composure, his hand was already held. The warm touch made his whole body melt, and he nearly instinctively followed, letting himself be led to the bed, guided to sit down, and finally tucked into the covers.

Staring at their clasped hands in the dark, his heart started racing again.

At that moment, he figured it out: Lin Zaishan could touch him, but he couldn't touch Lin Zaishan back.

"Alright, sleep."

Lin Zaishan pulled his hand away coldly, turned over, and left him staring at his back.

Yuan Che quickly lay down straight, carefully controlling the distance from Lin Zaishan. He closed his eyes, but his mind was unusually awake—probably from the fall and the touching earlier, he couldn't settle down.

He thought for a moment and decided to say something to break the tension while Lin Zaishan was still awake.

The string in Lin Zaishan's head snapped tight instantly.

Again?

He could almost laugh in frustration.

From the very beginning, he had underestimated this little punk—looked all harmless, like a little bunny rabbit, but what do you know? Tough cookie with a hot core, every word hit him right where it hurts.

Now that he thought back, from the second they met tonight, this little psycho had been scheming step by step—deliberately calling him "Mom" at dinner, leaning into him in the car, and making up some bedtime story about weird sleeping habits to trap him here. And him? He actually bought it.

Now look. The guy's lying in his bed, and he can't even send him packing cleanly.

No wonder he didn't say a peep after getting kicked just now.

So that's what he was setting me up for.

"Hey—" Yuan Che let out a quiet sigh and carefully turned over. "I really did hear it. It sounded like it called—"

Before he could finish, arms suddenly reached around from behind and wrapped around him tight.

Yuan Che's voice caught in his throat, his brain instantly short-circuiting.

Lin Zaishan's chest pressed against his back, his breath landing right next to his ear, carrying the warm, damp smell of a fresh shower. He was held tight, not daring to budge, scared of ruining this sudden, too-good-to-be-true moment.

"You heard wrong, baby."

The low voice burrowed into his ear, carrying a hint of that particular cutesy tone a guy uses—rough yet soft. Yuan Che felt like his whole body went weak in the knees.

He'd never heard any man's voice sound like this—carrying that mature, leisurely laziness of a grown man, yet mixed in with a deliberately soft, sugary tone, pinning him in place, paralyzing him.

As for what Lin Zaishan said... Heard wrong?

"It was so loud over there that day, how could it have been me?" Lin Zaishan continued coaxing, his tone dripping with fake sweetness, but a playful glint flickered in his eyes. "We're married, aren't we? Besides you, who else could call me 'hubby'?"

With that, he squeezed his arms tighter and nuzzled his chin against the top of Yuan Che's head.

The smirk at the corner of his mouth couldn't be held back.

Playing dumb, huh? Fine, I'll play ball.

You want to play the harmless little bunny? Then I'll treat you like my little bunny. You like calling me 'hubby,' don't you?

Go ahead. Call away.

From now on, you do what I say. Let's see how long you can keep this act up.

I've clawed my way through business and relationships for almost thirty years. You think I can't handle a punk like you?

"Hub... hubby..." Yuan Che called out twice, his voice muffled in his arms, the tone completely changed. "Can you... ease up a bit... I can barely breathe."

"Baby's hurting?" Lin Zaishan pretended to be surprised, his tone carrying a hint of concern, but his arms didn't loosen at all.

"No, no, it doesn't hurt!" Yuan Che quickly denied, afraid that if he let go, it would all disappear. "It's just... a little tight..."

Lin Zaishan couldn't help it and let out a low laugh.

The laugh was trapped in his throat, carrying the vibration of his chest. Yuan Che felt his scalp tingle—he could almost... feel the outline of the chest behind him... firm... yet soft...

But in the midst of the dizziness, the arms only tightened further.

Lin Zaishan lowered his head, his nose brushing against Yuan Che's hair, the playful glint in his eyes deepening.

Doesn't hurt, huh? Then just bear it.

You damn freak.

I'll play this game with you to the end.