When Xia Yang went downstairs to the living room, he saw Mrs. Tang holding a tablet, scrolling through Weibo, and looking at the nine-photo grid of him and Yuka.
…This was a bit stimulating.
Mrs. Tang noticed him too and waved him over to the sofa.
Xia Yang hesitated for a moment but walked over, trying to act surprised. “Hey, Grandma, you use Weibo too?”
“Yes, I also mingle in the circles. Your photos are well taken,” Mrs. Tang said, pointing to the nine-photo grid. Skipping the preamble, she directly asked, “Did you discover my alternate account?”
“…Yes,” Xia Yang grinned, unable to pretend any longer. “It’s hard not to, Grandma, your ID is too noticeable.”
“Well, this is my new account, specifically for fighting Kayan CP fans.”
Xia Yang: “…”
Goodness, when Grandma said she mingled in the circles, she meant fan circles.
After a moment of silence, he honestly explained, “Grandma, fans are just having fun. You don’t need to take it seriously. Yuka and I are just good friends. We wouldn’t fake a CP for attention. In reality, he… uh, has a crush on someone else.”
That someone was your tiger of a grandson.
His love for his crush was even stronger than Xia Yang’s as a spouse.
Mrs. Tang closed the tablet and patted his back. “I understand. I just can’t stand seeing you paired with someone else. Except for Xiao Yi, no other man is worthy.”
Xia Yang blushed, a hint of red appearing on his cheeks. “Yes, that’s right. Xiao Yi and I are like peonies and hibiscus, a perfect match.”
From now on, he would be Xia Peony, and Han Yi would be Han Hibiscus. What a simple and unpretentious new CP name! Forever the best!
…
The magazine shoot had significantly boosted Xia Yang’s popularity and heat. A week later, he was contacted by advertisers and a reality show through Weibo.
One was from a men’s underwear brand, known for its “gun bullet separation” and “support health” patents, a mid-range men’s clothing brand.
However, after reviewing the ad proposal, Xia Yang declined.
He couldn’t accept stripping down to just underwear and standing under the lights for strangers to photograph.
He also didn’t want his plastic husband to say something like, “Indecent exposure, damaging morals.”
The brand was very regretful. “Is there really no room for negotiation? Mainly because, Mr. Xia, your body is perfect—fair skin, beautiful looks, slim waist, and perky buttocks. You’re ideal for our brand’s ads.”
“No,” Xia Yang said. “For men’s underwear ads, a slim waist and perky buttocks aren’t enough. The key is to have eight-pack abs, and I’m obviously lacking.”
If conditions allowed, he actually wanted to recommend Han Yi.
He also wanted to see his legendary eight-pack abs in action.
Compared to underwear ads, he thought participating in a variety show was more feasible.
He was contacted by an outdoor competitive reality show called “Chocolate Jump Beans,” filmed locally, lasting one day.
The content involved playing games and competing in sports, and the show had decent popularity.
The program director called him, giving a rough idea of the format.
“Is your body okay? Can you run, jump, and tear?”
“No problem.”
“Outdoor competition might be tough. Can you handle it?”
“I can.”
“If the show doesn’t go well, you might get fewer scenes. Can you accept that?”
“I can’t accept being cut too much.”
“Okay, then I have no other issues. Let’s schedule a time next week for a detailed interview. If everything’s fine, we’ll sign the contract,” the director finished discussing business and curiously asked, “Mr. Xia, why haven’t you signed with a company? No agent either. We had to contact you through Weibo DMs.”
It felt like dealing with a part-time idol.
Xia Yang lay lazily on the sofa, legs dangling. “Having an agent would interfere with being a slacker.”
Director: “…”
What kind of family was this, with a mine?
The meeting time was yet to be determined. During this waiting period, Xia Yang felt it necessary to inform Han Yi and went to his room.
Opening the study door, he found the chair empty, the laptop screen black, indicating Han Yi wasn’t working there at the moment.
As he exited the room, he saw Fang Ming. Seeing Xia Yang looking for someone, Fang Ming pointed to the far end of the second floor. “Mr. Han needs rehabilitation today. At this time, he should be in the rehabilitation room.”
After a pause, he added, “But Mr. Han doesn’t like anyone entering during his rehab.”
Xia Yang was taken aback but smiled. “I’m not an outsider; I’m an insider.”
Fang Ming: “…”
It seemed quite reasonable.
Having lived in the Han family for some time, Xia Yang had heard about the rehabilitation room but had never seen it.
But he didn’t need to see it to know that it wasn’t a pleasant experience. Probably for this reason, Han Yi didn’t allow idle people into that room.
Walking down the corridor to the end, he saw the rehabilitation room door was ajar. Peeking through the gap, he saw rows of equipment and hoists, looking very advanced.
The room resembled a mini orthopedic hospital.
Han Yi was standing with his back to him, arms braced on a rehabilitation machine. His arm muscles bulged with veins as he struggled to make his legs stand.
He was wearing a sports T-shirt, soaked with sweat, the fabric clinging tightly to his back.
This was the first time Xia Yang had seen the wheelchair boss out of his wheelchair and the first time he had seen his incredibly long legs clearly.
“So long!” He widened his eyes, licking his lips.
Such a pair of sexy legs, if confined to a wheelchair for life, would be a huge pity!
As he was thinking this, he heard a “thud” from inside. Han Yi, unable to hold himself up, knocked something over and almost fell off the machine.
Xia Yang hurried in, extending his arms to support him.
“Are you okay, Mr. Han?”
Han Yi turned his head, seeing it was him. His dark eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.
“Who let you in?”
“Money,” Xia Yang had anticipated this question and prepared his answer. He pulled out the million-yuan pocket money card and waved it in front of Han Yi. “The power of money led me here to give a little warmth to someone in need.”
Han Yi looked indifferent and turned his gaze away. “I don’t need warmth.”
“Hey, don’t compare yourself to the stone monkey,” Xia Yang pouted, giving a gentle lecture. “The book says that rehabilitation requires not only physical training but also family love and care. I may be a hired family member, but we don’t shortchange on what’s necessary.”
Han Yi pressed his lips together, still insistent. “I said I don’t need it.”
He was like a lone pine on a cold, high peak, standing tall in the wind but refusing the warmth of the sun.
Xia Yang looked at him for a moment, then sighed. “Alright, then I have to return this money to you.” Fingering the million-dollar card, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes. “No work, no reward. Taking your money without earning it makes me uneasy. Living off… my husband, my conscience would hurt.”
Han Yi: “…”
“Take the card. I’ll go explain to Grandma.” With that, he handed the card to Han Yi.
Just as he was about to leave, his arm was grabbed from behind, the warmth and pressure slightly heavy.
“Come back!”
The strong pull made Xia Yang turn around, only to trip over something on the floor.
Stumbling, he fell into Han Yi’s chest.
Thud—
He almost knocked Han Yi—and his wheelchair—over.
…Awkward…
The light above dimmed, and his face was pressed against Han Yi’s chest, his nose hurting from the impact.
Solid chest muscles, just feeling with his face, seemed incredibly firm…
The air was still, like solidified cement, their bodies frozen in this strange position for about half a minute. He felt a strong hand lifting his shoulder.
“How long are you planning to stay there?”
“Uh…”
After being pulled up, Xia Yang felt pain in his lips and chin, his teeth feeling like they had hit something hard, sending electric currents through him.
Embarrassed to look directly at Han Yi, he averted his gaze downward, fixing on a certain “scenery” on the man’s body. His eyes widened.
“Um, I should apologize,” he licked his sore lips and pointed to a fresh bite mark on Han Yi’s chest. “You see, this is what happens when you pull and tug with me. Now you’ve been marked…”
Author’s Note:
Han Yi: What does marking mean?
Xia Yang: ABO, you don’t get it, huh! It means after biting you, you belong only to me!
R : Now you’ve been marked… what plot are they playing here !! hahaha
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