Chapter 32 I Want to Sleep with My Brother-in-Law

Chapter 32: I Want to Sleep with My Brother-in-Law

On the morning they left for the mountain resort, Lin Zaishan lay in bed half-asleep, rolled over to hug him out of habit, but grabbed nothing but air. He blinked his eyes open, still groggy, and found the person already up, with rustling sounds coming from the living room.

"Here we go again..."

He shoved his face into the pillow, trying to drown out the noise, but no luck. He was clearly trying to be quiet, but the guy was just too clumsy—knocking over one thing, bumping into another—never a quiet moment.

Why did I ever tell him I'd take him out? Lin Zaishan stared at the ceiling, regretting this decision for the thousandth and first time.

Ever since Yuan Che found out they were going on a trip, his mind had been like a runaway horse, he couldn't think about anything but that resort all day long. Morning, night, even right before bed—he'd bring it up. Not just to him—he'd mention it to anyone who would listen.

Lin Zaishan got a call from Lin Yajun during a meeting. He hung up, but she called back. He hung up again, and she called again. Defeated, he picked up, only for Lin Yajun to immediately ask him what color jacket he wanted. Lin Zaishan was confused. "What jacket?"

"It's because Xiaoyuan said you guys are going on a trip, and we're shopping for clothes at the mall!"

"..."

Lin Zaishan was reviewing documents in his office when his assistant pushed the door open and tiptoed in, looking uneasy.

"Mr. Lin... there's a call I think you should take. Are you free?"

Lin Zaishan didn't look up. "Do I really need to be bothered with this?"

"The guy on the phone said he has something really important to talk to you about—something about the vacation..."

"..."

After working late, Lin Zaishan rode home in the car. Just as he was about to get out, the driver turned around and asked cautiously, "Mr. Lin, I don't need to pick you up tomorrow, do I?"

Lin Zaishan frowned, meeting the driver's gaze. He was about to say something, but then thought, forget it.

"Right, come on Tuesday morning."

"Understood," the driver nodded respectfully. "Mr. Yuan instructed that you should come at ten on Tuesday morning."

"Ten o'clock?"

"...He said since it's a three-day, two-night trip to the resort, he wanted you to get some extra sleep."

"..."

Lin Zaishan finally figured it out—Yuan Che's brain was just like a robot: you had to give it detailed instructions, and the result would be spot on. But the most frustrating part was that you couldn't miss a single step; one missing command, and the whole system crashed.

So when they arrived at the resort, Lin Zaishan went over the key points with Yuan Che one more time before getting out of the car.

Beginner level: Don't call him "hubby" in front of others; no public displays of affection. Intermediate level: No electronics during the vacation; absolutely no topics related to Yuan Simiao. Advanced level: No kissing people casually.

"Then when can I kiss you?" the robot questioned the advanced rule one last time before getting out.

"Didn't I already tell you?" Lin Zaishan said, skillfully patting the robot's "display" with one hand. "I'm pretty conservative. We've only been married for a short while—being all lovey-dovey and hugging and kissing is just too improper."

The robot nodded thoughtfully, then reluctantly stroked the back of Lin Zaishan's hand before pushing the door open. After getting out, he habitually circled around to Lin Zaishan's side, opened the door for him, and the two walked together toward the resort hotel.

The resort wasn't huge, but it was exquisitely designed. The main building consisted of several staggered modern structures in gray and white tones, with clean, sharp lines. Large floor-to-ceiling glass panels reflected the sky and clouds, so that sitting inside, one could take in the surrounding trees and mountains.

At the entrance was a modest decorative wall with geometric window openings, through which bamboo shadows could faintly be seen swaying. As they approached, the fully automatic lobby doors slid open silently, and the cool air rushed out, carrying a faint scent of cypress wood.

The front desk was on the left, with a massive stone feature wall stretching from floor to ceiling, its texture as natural as splashed ink landscapes. The lounge area was on the right, with a few low leather sofas arranged in a circle around a solid wood coffee table, on which sat several cups of tea and various small plates of snacks.

Meng Lang and the others were already there.

Meng Lang was lounging on a single sofa, legs crossed, chatting with Li Ranyu beside him. When he saw them come in, he raised a hand in greeting.

"Bro, you're here."

Yu Yizhou sat by the window, his back to the door. Hearing the commotion, he turned around, his gaze pausing on Lin Zaishan's face for a moment before shifting to Yuan Che. The corner of his mouth twitched as he was about to speak—

"Where's the room key? We'll go up and drop off the luggage first."

Lin Zaishan smoothly cut in, his tone perfectly natural, as if he'd planned to ask that all along. And he directed the question at Meng Lang. Seeing this, Yu Yizhou didn't say much, merely offering Yuan Che a smile as a greeting.

Yuan Che stood behind Lin Zaishan with the luggage, not saying a word. Lin Zaishan couldn't see his expression, and he didn't have time to check.

"Bro, sit down and rest for a bit first. Aren't you tired from driving all the way?" Meng Lang grumbled as he pulled two room keys from his pocket and handed them over. "I haven't even had two sips of my tea yet."

"You go ahead and drink yours. I'll put the stuff away and come back down—same thing." Lin Zaishan took the keys, nodded at Yu Yizhou, then turned and signaled Yuan Che to leave.

Yuan Che glanced down at the keys in his hand and frowned. "Why two rooms?"

His voice wasn't loud, and his tone was casual, but knowing Yuan Che as he did, Lin Zaishan's heart skipped a beat—trouble was brewing.

Before he could say anything, Meng Liang chimed in.

"Of course it's two rooms," he said, grinning at Yuan Che with a teasing edge. "What, you want to share a room with your brother-in-law?"

He glanced at Lin Zaishan, hoping for a laugh, but Lin Zaishan's expression wasn't pleasant. Before he could respond, Yu Yizhou stepped in.

"Yuan Che's habit is that he needs to sleep in the same room as someone else," he said, looking at Yuan Che, then turning his gaze to Meng Lang. "Back on the island, there was always someone assigned to stay in the room with him."

Meng Lang paused for a moment, then caught on. "Oh, is that so! Well, my apologies to the young master of the Yuan family. If I'd known, I would have brought someone along just for you."

Meng Lang meant no harm, but he had no sense of restraint when joking. Hearing something so novel, he teased without any filter. Yuan Che stood there, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper, practically writing "What's wrong with this guy?" on his face.

Lin Zaishan swept his gaze around, cleared his throat awkwardly, and was about to scold Meng Lang and drag the man away when Yu Yizhou spoke up again—

"How about Yuan Che stays in my room tonight? Mine's a suite, so there's plenty of space."

As he spoke, his signature smile was still on his face. His eyes lingered on Yuan Che for a moment, then lifted to meet Lin Zaishan's, carrying a hint of inquiry.

Lin Zaishan coldly watched the pretty boy put on this fake, ingratiating act, and his irritation grew.

What's this? Barely met, and already rushing to stake a claim? Knowing about Yuan Che's habits, offering to share a room—how thoughtful, how understanding of him, right?

"No need," he refused flatly, without a moment's hesitation. "Yuan Che will stay with me. My room is a suite too, so no need to trouble you."

"Oh, come on, what's the big deal!" Meng Lang, utterly oblivious, butted in again with a dismissive look. "A suite's still a suite—two people in it is inconvenient no matter how big it is."

He reached into his pocket for his phone. "Tell you what, I'll call over an auntie to sleep in the bedroom next door and keep the young master company. No big deal—"

"Enough." Lin Zaishan finally snapped at him. "I said no need. What are you being so eager for?"

Meng Lang clicked his tongue, muttering in defiance, "I'm just—"

"Still arguing?" Lin Zaishan pointed a finger at him.

This back-and-forth bickering was normal between him and Meng Lang. Sometimes Meng Lang just liked to act up, deliberately provoking Lin Zaishan to scold him so he'd feel better. But to outsiders, it looked like a real argument—Li Ranyu was already used to it, sipping his tea like he was watching a show. Yu Yizhou, however, wasn't as familiar with them and looked a bit worried, glancing back and forth between the two.

Just then, the usually quiet Yuan Che suddenly raised his hand and gently grasped Lin Zaishan’s wrist.

It wasn’t a forceful tug, just a natural touch, and then he stepped closer, as if to play peacemaker, though he didn’t say anything to Lin Zaishan.

“No need, thank you.” He looked at Meng Lang, his tone sincere, but his face remained expressionless. “My brother-in-law and I can share a room.”

As his words fell, everyone froze, the atmosphere tense for a beat. Yuan Che, unconcerned, released Lin Zaishan’s wrist naturally, nodded to Yu Yizhou in greeting, then picked up his luggage and turned toward the elevator.

Lin Zaishan stood still, catching a glimpse of Yu Yizhou’s gaze discreetly sweep over his wrist that Yuan Che had just held, before the other man quickly looked away.

He raised an eyebrow, barely suppressing a smirk.

“Alright then,” he said with a light laugh, his tone returning to its usual nonchalance as he smoothed things over. “Don’t make a fuss. They’re all suites—who cares where anyone sleeps.”

With that, he shot Yu Yizhou a meaningful glance before turning to leave.

A few steps away, a wave of satisfaction kept welling up inside him. But after feeling so smug, he couldn’t help scolding himself under his breath—always calling him a little fag, and now he was getting into it with that same little fag, and wasn’t he having a ball? Not that he could blame himself—it was childish, sure, but it was fun, especially watching that pretty boy get all flustered.

He was still grinning to himself when he looked up and saw Yuan Che standing still not far away, luggage in hand.

Lin Zaishan stepped forward and patted his shoulder. “What are you spacing out for?”

Yuan Che didn’t answer. He just stood there, stock-still, his eyes fixed on something in the distance. After a long pause, he murmured under his breath, “I think I just saw my sister.”