But even if he lost his passport, it wouldn’t affect Yan Qing’s cake.
He bought two pieces, one to share with everyone, and the other to wait for Wen Jueli to come back. Yes, Yan Qing took a hot bath and went out, only to find that Wen Jueli was missing again. He always did this, and Yan Qing had become used to it, waiting for him in the room.
Half in a dream, Yan Qing noticed the door was opened. He rubbed his eyes and, in a daze, saw Wen Jueli: “Husband?… You’re back.”
Wen Jueli thought Yan Qing had forgotten to turn off the lights while sleeping and was surprised to find no one in bed, but instead someone on the sofa. He asked in a slightly puzzled tone, “Aren’t you very tired? Why aren’t you sleeping in bed?”
Yan Qing thought to himself, “I am really tired, but I was waiting for you.” He struggled to get up from the sofa, still half-asleep, “I haven’t eaten my cake yet… I wanted to wait for you to eat it together.”
The young man had fair skin, a faint blush on his cheeks, half-closed eyes, and a lazy tone, looking like he hadn’t fully woken up.
Wen Jueli pursed his lips. He had just returned from outside, all wet, and hadn’t had a chance to shower. He picked up a change of clothes from his suitcase and refused, “I don’t want sweets.”
Yan Qing furrowed his brow and spoke lightly, “You really don’t want it?”
Wen Jueli said, “I don’t.”
Yanqing’s brow furrowed even more.
Feeling very sleepy and too lazy to adjust his expression, he just sat back on the sofa and thought with frustration, “If you don’t want it, then don’t. Why such a cold expression? I waited for you for so long just to share it with you…”
Unintentionally, he said this out loud.
Wen Jueli lowered his eyelashes and said, “I’m going to take a shower.”
Half an hour later, Wen Jueli returned to the room to find Yan Qing lying on the sofa, looking like he had fallen asleep before getting the cake from the refrigerator. Due to his vigorous sleeping position, the wide neckline revealed his delicate collarbone and rounded shoulders.
So small.
Wen Jueli subconsciously glanced at the cameras in the room.
Covered by clothes.
He sighed softly, and Yan Qing woke up on his own, “… Have you finished your shower?”
He seemed very warm, with strands of hair sticking to the side of his face and unusually flushed cheeks.
Wen Jueli: “I’m done.”
Yanqing: “Oh…”
Wen Jueli: “Go back to bed.”
Yan Qing nodded. He tried to get up from the sofa but felt his body was heavy. After a few attempts, it was Wen Jueli who reached out his hand to help Yan Qing stand up.
As Yan Qing held onto Wen Jueli’s arm, he thought, ‘He’s so cool.’
Wen Jueli also noticed the difference in their body temperatures. After helping Yan Qing to bed, he left the room. Yan Qing didn’t know what he was up to and leaned on his pillow, turning his head to look towards the door.
Five minutes later, Wen Jueli returned with a bucket of hot water. He placed it on the floor and said, “Soak your feet for a while.”
Yan Qing felt very tired and just wanted to sleep. He wondered why Wen Jueli was acting so strangely, suddenly asking him to soak his feet. He shook his head in refusal, and surprisingly, Wen Jueli didn’t react. He stood silently at the foot of the bed, his tall figure looming over Yan Qing.
After a while, he finally stepped forward, stiffly raising Yan Qing’s shoulders to help him sit up in bed.
Yan Qing’s body was softer than he had expected. Wen Jueli pursed his lips.
Yan Qing didn’t resist what came next. He obediently soaked his feet under Wen Jueli’s guidance.
“You got caught in the rain earlier. Soaking your feet will make you feel better.”
“Oh… you’re so good to me, husband. You’re treating me so nicely. Do I need to be more affectionate and proactive to deserve your kindness?”
Yan Qing’s mind was completely muddled at this point. He spoke illogically, with no sense of direction. Wen Jueli knew this, but as he listened to Yan Qing’s murmurs, he couldn’t help but think that everything on the show was fake. Yan Qing was just playing the role of someone who liked him.
How could a person with amnesia genuinely like someone for no reason?
Wen Jueli lowered his gaze and said, “You don’t have to.”
Yan Qing didn’t react much. He just stared at the man’s lowered eyelashes. After a while, he asked, “By the way, where did you go when you left earlier?”
“To buy medicine for you. But the pharmacies were all closed.”
Before he could get a response, Yan Qing fell asleep.
Seeing that Yan Qing still had his feet in the bucket, he lay down on the bed at a ninety-degree angle. Wen Jueli remained silent for a while, and when half an hour had passed, he silently helped Yan Qing with the rest of the tasks.
After getting caught in the rain, even a healthy person could find it challenging to avoid falling ill. Despite Wen Jueli using a hot towel to wipe Yan Qing’s face several times before he slept, Yan Qing’s cold seemed to have worsened when he woke up.
*Sneeze!*
As soon as Yan Qing walked out of the room, he let out a loud sneeze, and when he raised his head, he was startled to see Xia Xingchen standing at the doorway of his room. He exclaimed, “Why are you here?”
“What else can I do here? Isn’t it to bring you some warmth before I and the team go out to play?” Xia Xingchen raised his hand and shoved the plastic bag he was holding into Yan Qing’s arms. “What’s going on with you? I remember your constitution wasn’t very good before, right? How did you catch a cold so severely from being caught in the rain?”
Yan Qing lowered his head and, upon closer inspection, found that the bag contained cold medicine!
He was pleasantly surprised, “You actually went to buy cold medicine for me?”
Upon hearing this, Xia Xingchen was stunned for a moment , but didn’t immediately respond. Yan Qing: “Thank you.”
“Cough… Come, drink some hot water. This is the hot water your husband instructed me to give you.”
In the past few days on the show, Yan Qing had been jokingly referred to as Wen Jueli’s number one fan by netizens.
As expected, his eyes lit up at the mere mention of Wen Jueli’s name. It wasn’t an exaggeration. His face blushed, and his eyes widened as he exclaimed, “Really? He’s so good to me.”
However, Xia Xingchen seemed to have something on his mind as he asked, “Yan Qing, has anything happened between you and your husband recently?”
Yan Qing happily took a sip of the hot water, almost scalding himself, and shook his head, “No, why do you ask?”
Xia Xingchen squinted his eyes, “Is that so… nothing, nothing.”
Yan Qing continued, “By the way, have you seen him? I hadn’t seen him today when I woke up. It was the same yesterday, he just suddenly disappeared.”
Xia Xingchen asked, “Didn’t he tell you last night?”
Yan Qing shook his head, “Tell me what? I was too tired last night, so I went straight to sleep.”
“Oh,” Xia Xingchen said, “He went out early this morning. He said he was going to the public security bureau to report the loss of your passport. He should be back soon.”
Yan Qing was taken aback.
After a few seconds, he remembered something and said, “Xingchen, could you not tell him about my cold? I’m afraid he’ll worry when he comes back.”
Xia Xingchen hesitated, considering whether to tell Yan Qing about this. Just as he recalled Wen Jueli’s usual stern and icy demeanor, Yan Qing said, “Alright, I’m going to take my medicine! Thank you.”
After taking the medicine, Yan Qing felt much better after a good night’s sleep.
Since everyone else was out on a sightseeing trip and didn’t want to disrupt their plans, Yan Qing stayed behind at the hotel to recover, while Xia Xingchen took a picture of him to include in their group photos.
After taking the medicine, Yan Qing felt much better after a good night’s sleep.
As everyone was away from the hotel, he had some free time to lie on the sofa and read a book.
[Reading a book? What kind of book was it?]
[What? Yan Qing is solving math problems?]
[Is this a joke? Why is he reading math problems?]
[Is he trying to mess with us? Why would he be reading math problems?]
[Sometimes, I really wonder what’s going on in Yan Qing’s mind!]
[Why are you all so surprised? He’s just looking at them. He probably wants to boost his character or something.]
As the barrage comments scrolled across the screen, Yan Qing suddenly sat up straight and picked up a pen to start writing, seemingly taking the math problems seriously.
[If he wants to write, then let him write. It doesn’t mean that everything he writes is correct, right?]
Yan Qing was so engrossed in his writing that he didn’t notice the person who had walked up behind him. When he finished his brain rehabilitation training, he put the pen down and stretched lazily. Suddenly, his outstretched hand bumped into someone.
Startled, Yan Qing turned to see Wen Jueli, “Husband? You’re back so early?”
Wen Jueli’s gaze was still fixed on the math problems as he calmly asked, “Why are you doing math problems?”
“Didn’t I hit my head? I heard that doing math problems can help the brain recover, and it can also prevent Alzheimer’s.”
Wen Jueli felt a chill.
He glanced at the wastebasket nearby and noticed the opened packaging of cold medicine. He turned around and said, “I’ve already reported your passport as lost, but it might take some time to issue a new one. I’ve scheduled a temporary travel permit for you. I’ll go prepare the documents for you in the afternoon, and the day after tomorrow, we can go to the consulate.”
Just as he finished speaking, Wen Jueli saw that Yan Qing hadn’t responded. He thought Yan Qing’s illness was making him feel too uncomfortable. He turned around to refocus his gaze on him but found Yan Qing looking at him with bright, sparkling eyes.
Wen Jueli: “…”
Yan Qing: “Husband, I truly admire you! I don’t even know what I would do without you!”
Some words might sound cheesy, but when Yan Qing said them, they were just right. His tone was not affected or artificial but rather straightforward and sincere praise.
Wen Jueli remained somewhat silent, recalling the unintentional words Yan Qing had spoken last night. He couldn’t help but wonder if Yan Qing was saying this to create a husband-and-husband atmosphere.
“My husband is so handsome.”
Yan Qing felt that for the rest of his life, he would only be able to use starry eyes when looking at Wen Jueli. He truly admired him! No matter how much trouble he caused, Wen Jueli would always clean up the mess for him.
With this thought, Yan Qing started to feel a bit embarrassed. He rubbed the back of his head and clapped his hands. “Husband, have you had lunch?”
Wen Jueli: “Not yet.”
Yan Qing: “Then let me make it! It’s been a while since I cooked, and I remember you used to like my cooking, didn’t you?”
Wen Jueli: “…”
With the help of Wen Jueli and the production team, Yan Qing quickly obtained a temporary travel permit. Even though he had lost his passport, having the travel permit wouldn’t affect their upcoming trip.
He took two days to recover from his illness. Even though he couldn’t leave the hotel during this time, the rest of the group would bring back photos for him to see. Yan Qing reassured them, saying, “I’m there with you all in spirit.”
In the evening, when everyone returned, Xia Xingchen eagerly pushed the coffee table aside in the living room.
Yan Qing leaned over and asked, “What’s going on? Why are you so excited?”
“Come, come, come. I went to an amusement park just now and won a Truth or Dare card from the prize draw! It’s been so long since I played this.” Xia Xingchen excitedly recounted, “The last time I played this was with so many people.”
It seemed that playing Truth or Dare was an essential activity for gatherings with friends.
The atmosphere tonight was fantastic.
With the curtains open, the late afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, casting golden-orange beams of light on the men and women chatting and laughing. The room was filled with the sound of merriment.
“Husband, come sit next to me.”
Everyone knew that Wen Jueli didn’t particularly enjoy this type of activity, but when Yan Qing used his puppy eyes and begged, Wen Jueli would obediently comply.
Watching this scene, Gu Siwei, who had known them the longest, smiled.
The mineral water bottle, serving as a compass, was being spun in sequence.
The first spin happened to point towards the enthusiastic Xia Xingchen. To liven up the atmosphere, he volunteered, “I’ll choose ‘Truth.’ You better ask something thrilling.”
He grinned provocatively, “The more exciting, the better. You won’t have another chance later.”
Following the order, it was Yan Qing’s turn to ask a question. He had initially thought about discreetly prying into how Xia Xingchen and Sang Ning got together. However, when Xia Xingchen made his statement, Yan Qing nodded with a smile and said, “As you wish.”
He randomly drew a card from the deck, which read, “When was the last time you told a lie?”
Everyone cheered.
Xia Xingchen looked at Sang Ning and then back at everyone, rubbed the back of his head helplessly, and said with a smile, “Uh… let me think. The last time I told a lie…”
Xia Xingchen considered himself quite upright and honest, so he couldn’t recall any recent lies. However, as he delved into his memory, he did find one from a few days ago, “Actually, I’m not sure if this counts as a lie. It was when I delivered the medicine.”
“Yan Qing, do you remember when I brought you medicine? That wasn’t the one I bought.”
Yan Qing was taken aback, “Then who was it?”
Xia Xingchen gave an uneasy smile and unashamedly glanced at Wen Jueli, “Who else could it be?”
Three seconds later, Yan Qing slowly remembered something. He had instructed Xia Xingchen not to tell Wen Jueli that he was sick. However, he had spent several days recovering from his illness at the hotel, and even if he hadn’t told Wen Jueli himself, how could Wen Jueli not know? It seemed like he had gone through unnecessary trouble.
He Zijia couldn’t help but quip, “That’s not even a lie.”
Xia Xingchen shrugged, “I can’t help it! I’m too honest. Let’s continue the game!”
To avoid disrupting the game, Yan Qing decided to let it go and continued to participate in the game.
When the food delivery arrived and there was a break, he finally had a chance to ask Wen Jueli, “Why didn’t you tell me that you bought the medicine?”
Wen Jueli glanced at him, “There’s nothing to say.”
Yan Qing replied seriously, “There’s nothing wrong with saying it. If you say it, I’ll like you even more.”
“En.” Wen Jueli’s eyelashes hid the glimmer in his eyes. “…”
Inwardly, Yan Qing couldn’t help but complain: What a blockhead! When you do something good, you should do it openly. If you do it silently, how am I supposed to know how far I’ve gotten in conquering you?
Not only Yan Qing, but the comments in the live chat were in agreement:
【Mr. Wen is too silent.】
【Yeah, yeah.】
【He’s done so much for Yan Qing. He should let him know!】
Their voices were neither too loud nor too soft. Gu Siwei happened to hear them, and even though he didn’t need to intervene, he thought of something and said, “Last night, Wen Jueli actually went out to buy you medicine. You probably didn’t know, did you?”
Wen Jueli gave him a brief look.
Gu Siwei smiled and remained silent.
Yan Qing pondered, “He bought me medicine…”
“Yes, but the pharmacies here close at nine, so he came back quickly.”
Yan Qing had no idea.
Wen Jueli’s deep and profound love for him was truly heartwarming.
They ordered several pizzas for takeout, and everyone continued playing the game while enjoying their food.
They had a great time.
Ling Chen, who usually didn’t talk much, was surprisingly skilled at the game. He seemed to have great luck. For instance, when he spun the bottle and it landed on Yan Qing, Yan Qing chose “Dare.” Ling Chen then drew a card that required Yan Qing to cross-dress.
The crowd burst into laughter.
Xia Xingchen said, “Your luck is too good.”
Ni Li chimed in, “Hahaha, I have a new skirt that I haven’t had a chance to wear. Yan Qing, do you want it?”
At this point, Yan Qing’s face had turned red.
He glanced at the inexplicably concerned Ling Chen, then turned to Wen Jueli.
Xia Xingchen quickly said, “You can’t ask your husband to help you escape. You drew the most daring card just now!”
So, this is what they call ‘karma.’
QAQ
Yan Qing straightened his posture. “I have no intention of running away. I’ll wear it!”
Ni Li’s skirt was a loose-fitting floral dress, not tight-fitting but casual. She was slightly taller, around 172 cm, so this loose blue floral dress didn’t look out of place in Yanqing.
As he emerged from the room, the moonlight outside was pure and bright, casting a beam of light onto him, like a stage spotlight. The loose-fitting sky blue floral dress revealed his long and slender legs. He had a delicate and peach-blossom-like face, resembling a vivid living doll.
Yan Qing felt a bit self-conscious as he awkwardly adjusted the dress. “Are we done now?”
Even Xia Xingchen was a bit stunned. “Wow, bro, why do you look so good in anything you wear?”
The live chat comments went crazy:
【Sisters, quick, take screenshots!!!!】
【Beautiful wife!!!!】
Yan Qing really wanted to say that he looked good in anything, but when he saw Wen Jueli’s lowered gaze, he thought it would be better to be modest. Yes, men like modesty.
