Chapter 98: The Proposal — I want to enter the bridal chamber right now, will you let me?
Outside the study door, Jiang Yan tightened his grip on Jiang Yunian’s hand and whispered, “Let’s go.”
Jiang Yunian’s feet felt as if they had taken root, making it difficult to move. A thin layer of sweat had already coated their joined palms, betraying his internal nervousness.
Sensing this slight movement, Jiang Yan tilted his head to look at him. “You just saw him a moment ago; are you scared again now?”
Jiang Yunian was too embarrassed to tell him that during their meeting this morning, he had been so nervous he couldn’t even lift his head, and he had nearly tripped over his own feet on the way out. He lowered his head shyly and smoothed out the hem of his already perfectly flat clothes, trying to ease his discomfort.
“Don’t be afraid,” Jiang Yan patted the back of his hand reassuringly, his voice steady and powerful. “I’m here for everything.”
These words acted like a stabilizing pill. Jiang Yunian took a deep breath, suppressed the surging unease in his heart, and nodded gently.
The butler opened the study door. Qi Nanshan was leaning back in his large mahogany chair with his eyes closed, resting. Hearing the movement, he slowly opened his cloudy eyes. Seeing them enter hand-in-hand, there was no surprise in his gaze. “What is it?”
Without a word of explanation, Jiang Yan slapped the check onto the desk. The movement wasn’t heavy, but as that light slip of paper was pressed against the mahogany, its weight felt exceptionally heavy.
Qi Nanshan gave the handwriting on the check a faint glance before looking up at Jiang Yan. In a deep voice, he asked, “What is the meaning of this?”
Jiang Yan didn’t explain; his posture said it all. Using money to drive away the person he had chosen—that tactic simply wouldn’t work on him.
Qi Nanshan’s gaze moved past him, landing on the person behind him who was standing with a slightly lowered head. His gaze was a bit softer than when he looked at his own grandson. “You are a good child. You tell me.”
Jiang Yunian’s downcast eyelashes fluttered a few times. After a moment of internal struggle, he finally gathered the courage to lift his head and meet Qi Nanshan’s scrutinizing gaze. “Chairman Qi, I’m sorry. This… I cannot accept this.”
Qi Nanshan picked up the teacup beside him and took a slow sip, his expression calm and rippleless. “If he gives to you, you accept; but if Grandfather gives to you, you cannot?”
The meaning behind those words made Jiang Yunian freeze slightly. He sensed an unusual underlying implication. He subconsciously glanced at Jiang Yan, who remained calm without offering any hints, which only made him more certain of his suspicion.
He opened his mouth, unsure of how to respond for a moment. This was completely different from the scene he had imagined. “No, I…”
Qi Nanshan didn’t seem particularly fixated on his answer. He set the teacup down with a soft clink.
Jiang Yan reached out to pull Jiang Yunian slightly behind him, stepping forward half a pace in a protective stance to take over the conversation.
“I came here today to formally tell you—we are getting married.”
With the precedent of his own son’s mistakes, the wrinkles on Qi Nanshan’s face deepened a little. He said slowly, “Marriage is not child’s play.”
Jiang Yan naturally understood what he was referring to, but he was not that man. He and his Ge would not repeat those mistakes.
His expression held a seriousness that had never been seen before. “I’m not joking.”
Qi Nanshan was silent for a moment. “Are you certain?”
Jiang Yan: “Yes.”
Qi Nanshan didn’t want his answer. His gaze turned once more to the person half-protected behind Jiang Yan, carrying a silent inquiry.
Jiang Yunian unconsciously straightened his back. Under the old man’s deep gaze, he nodded seriously and solemnly, with even more determination than before. “I am certain.”
Qi Nanshan didn’t say he agreed, nor did he give them his blessing. He simply gave a cold wave of his hand, a hint of exhaustion in his tone. “I’m old… leave now.”
Ultimately, he was old. He could no longer manage the affairs of young people.
The entire process took less than ten minutes. There was no questioning as they had expected, nor were there any conflicts or arguments. It was quiet to the point of being eerie. When Jiang Yunian was led out of the study by Jiang Yan, his head was still a bit dazed, feeling as though it wasn’t real.
This was completely different from what he had anticipated.
They actually… just came out like that?
The butler followed them out, gently closing the study door, and handed the check back to Jiang Yunian once more with a respectful tone. “This is the Chairman’s wedding gift for the two of you.”
A wedding gift?
Did this… count as agreeing?
Holding the check with the staggering number written on it, Jiang Yunian’s fingertips trembled slightly. Even at this moment, he found it hard to believe; it felt like a dream.
Jiang Yan looked down at him, a tender smile curling at the corners of his lips as he whispered, “Now do you believe me?”
Jiang Yunian blankly covered the lower half of his face with the check, leaving only a pair of clear but bewildered eyes exposed. He looked at Jiang Yan and gave a shy nod.
Seeing his dazed and obedient appearance, Jiang Yan’s heart melted into a mess. He couldn’t resist reaching out to pinch his reddened earlobe, his eyes filled with a joy he couldn’t hide. “Ge is going to marry me.”
Jiang Yunian nodded blankly.
Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow. “Not happy?”
He quickly shook his head again, acting like a robot.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy; it was just that all of this had happened too fast. It felt like a dream, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to react or express his emotions.
Jiang Yan was amused by his wooden reaction, his heart overflowing with tenderness. He said he was very happy—so happy that he wanted to take Ge to register their marriage right now.
Registering the marriage…?
Even though there were no more obstacles between them, registering it… was it really okay for two men? Moreover, they were still in school. His understanding of same-sex relationships was still in a very vague stage; he thought as long as both parties were willing and it was confirmed verbally, that was it. He hadn’t thought much about the realistic aspects.
Jiang Yan didn’t know about the twists and turns in his mind and started planning on his own. “Originally, I wanted to follow the standard procedure, but Ge definitely wouldn’t be comfortable with it. Most importantly…”
He paused, his eyes burning as he looked at Jiang Yunian. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Jiang Yunian’s cheeks heated up under his gaze. Regardless of whether it was feasible or not, he replied shyly, “Then… let’s do as you say.”
This appearance of total trust and obedience made Jiang Yan unable to put him down. The restless desire in his body surged up instantly, but now was clearly not the time for that.
He forced himself to remain calm and said, “It seems I forgot one thing.”
Jiang Yunian looked confused. “What?”
Jiang Yan took an exquisite velvet box from his pocket. Inside lay a ring with a simple design but high-quality texture. When he took out the ring, his fingers trembled imperceptibly, though luckily no one noticed. He took one of Jiang Yunian’s hands, slowly slid the ring onto his middle finger, and then lowered his head to place a devout kiss on the cold band.
Only after doing all this did he lift his eyes, the tips of his ears flushed a rare red. “A proposal. Do you accept?”
But… the ring was already on. Why was he still asking if he accepted?
Who does it like this?
Jiang Yan clearly realized this too and felt a bit embarrassed. He cleared his throat. “I don’t have experience either.”
He didn’t let go of the hand wearing the ring. His eyes were filled with an inseparable deep affection. Looking closely, the corners of his eyes were unusually red; he cherished this regained relationship to the extreme.
Jiang Yunian’s eyes couldn’t help but well up with tears. They had gone through so much—sweetness and hardship, misunderstandings and separation—and finally, they had stumbled their way back together. Those past grievances and entanglements didn’t seem important at this moment.
What mattered was the present.
What mattered was the person in front of him, holding his hand tightly with a gaze that was fervent yet carried a hint of clumsy nervousness, promising him a marriage.
“So, do you accept?” Jiang Yan asked again, his voice slightly choked.
Jiang Yunian looked at him and nodded vigorously. “Yes.”
Tears flickered in Jiang Yan’s eyes as he pulled the man into a tight embrace, his arms tightening as if he wanted to rub him into his very bone and blood. His voice was muffled against Jiang Yunian’s shoulder, intermittent: “I’ve waited for this day… for so long…”
Jiang Yunian hugged him back, gently patting his back like he was comforting a child who had finally received a piece of candy. After they pulled apart, Jiang Yan’s eyes still gazed at him infatuatedly, unwilling to look away for even a second.
Jiang Yunian felt a bit embarrassed by his stare. He couldn’t help but curl the corners of his mouth and lift his hand with the ring, asking curiously, “When did you buy this?”
Jiang Yan rubbed the ring with his thumb, his gaze tender. “Half a year ago. Right after I woke up. Once I knew I was still alive, I had someone order it.”
He looked deeply at Jiang Yunian. “From the moment I heard Ge say he forgave me, and I happened to still be alive, I felt… Ge and I were destined to be together.”
Listening to his words, Jiang Yunian’s heart was filled with a strange sense of fate. If it hadn’t been for Jiang Yan’s repeated, desperate persistence, they might have truly drifted apart in the vast sea of people long ago. He, who had never believed in destiny, was now gradually being convinced—as if he were born to be entangled with this man.
Slowly, from the bottom of his heart, he accepted this notion.
After the two returned from Qi Nanshan’s courtyard, Jiang Yan was still immersed in the excitement of the upcoming marriage. By now, he had already begun making arrangements. First, he requested a few days of leave for his Ge, and then he called his assistant, instructing him to buy tickets for the next available flight to Iceland. His posture suggested he wished he could grow wings and fly there to register the marriage immediately.
Jiang Yunian watched him hustle and bustle, feeling both helpless and amused. He reached out his palm toward him and mouthed: Phone.
He had been kept here by Jiang Yan the whole weekend, and his phone had been confiscated. After two days without news, his roommates would definitely be worried; he had to let them know he was safe.
Jiang Yan hung up the phone and raised an eyebrow at him, a cunning light hidden in his eyes. “I can give it to you, but Ge has to agree to one condition first.”
Jiang Yunian was a bit dissatisfied. “It’s my phone, and you’re negotiating conditions with me?”
Jiang Yan pulled him by the waist with full confidence. “You are mine now, so your phone is naturally mine too.”
Jiang Yunian huffed, his cheeks slightly red, but he didn’t voice any rebuttal.
Seeing his obedient, silent acceptance, Jiang Yan’s heart felt itchy. He couldn’t resist tightening his hold on that thin waist and giving him a kiss on the lips. Then, leaning against his reddened ear, he spoke in a low, ambiguous voice. “If Ge enters the bridal chamber with me early tonight, I’ll give the phone back to you.”
The tips of Jiang Yunian’s ears instantly burned more fiercely. He lifted a hand to punch Jiang Yan’s shoulder and scolded, “You’re so improper!”
Jiang Yan wasn’t joking. From the first day he reunited with his Ge, he had wished he could possess him every second. Being able to endure until now was something even he found incredible. If he endured any longer, he was afraid he’d actually develop some sort of problem. He complained in his Ge’s ear, acting a bit spoiled and a bit pitiful, making it impossible to be angry with him despite the helplessness.
“Wait…” As he was placed onto the soft bed, Jiang Yunian still wanted to make one final struggle.
“Can’t wait,” Jiang Yan leaned down and pressed him into the mattress. Between urgent kisses, he murmured indistinctly, his breath scorching and moist. “I want to enter the bridal chamber right now. Will you let me fuck you?”
“Mmh…” Jiang Yunian’s cheeks were flushed with shame. They had already reached this step; he should just do it, why ask… The result was going to be the same anyway.
He was so wicked.
Translator’s Note: The term “entering the bridal chamber” (洞房 – dòngfáng) specifically refers to the consummation of the marriage. Our “honest man” Yunian really has his hands full with this “obsessive” younger brother!
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