Chapter 99: Marriage — Based on the fact that I am your husband, should I manage you?
Jiang Yan had always been a man of action who meant what he said. Especially regarding the matter of binding his life with Jiang Yunian’s, he was impatient and didn’t want to delay for a single second.
Jiang Yunian understood this urgency in his heart. In truth… he also harbored a few parts of expectation himself, though he was too embarrassed to say it. As soon as they stepped off the plane, the two completed their registration in Iceland. The procedure was simpler than imagined. In that land surrounded by ice, snow, and volcanoes, the two men held hands as they went through the process, just like any other ordinary couple, receiving the blessings of marriage.
After registering, it was only natural to stay there for a few more days, treating it as an early honeymoon.
However, Jiang Yunian quickly regretted coming out on a honeymoon with him. Before the marriage, the Jiang Yan who said he respected him and would exercise some restraint seemed to have broken all shackles after thoroughly winning him back, becoming even more unscrupulous than before. He even suspected that all that previous so-called endurance was just a disguise this guy had put on!
Everything had been premeditated.
Long before they set out, Jiang Yan had mysteriously purchased a large trunk of “equipment.” That night, he had held Jiang Yunian and forced him to “appreciate” all sorts of varied and oddly-shaped adult products together.
Some he hadn’t even seen before, and he couldn’t even imagine that such things were meant to be used on his own body!
Jiang Yunian looked at the pile on the bed, his cheeks so red they seemed ready to drip blood. He nearly fainted from shame.
“Didn’t you say… we were just going on vacation?”
This person tormented him for so long every time, sometimes for an entire night. If those strange gadgets were added to the mix, how could he possibly have the strength to go chasing the Northern Lights?
“You’re not allowed to bring them!” He opposed indignantly. Just imagining the uses of those things made his legs feel weak. Would he really not be broken?
Jiang Yan gave a low laugh, his palm slipping under the hem of Yunian’s shirt to slowly rub his thin waist, his tone lazy with a hint of teasing. “Didn’t we also do it all night last night? Ge was perfectly fine.”
Warm breath sprayed onto Jiang Yunian’s bright red ear. A low, raspy voice drilled into his ear. “Could it be that Ge didn’t feel good?”
Jiang Yunian was so ashamed he wanted to vanish. He buried his burning face deep into Jiang Yan’s solid chest and clenched his fists to punch him twice, neither too hard nor too light, refusing to answer the shameful question.
“No?” Jiang Yan took his silence as dissatisfaction and raised an eyebrow in a counter-question. “No? Then why was Ge crying and calling out to me all night, refusing to let go when I told you to, insisting on holding me?”
He actually dared to mention it! Jiang Yunian was so angry he wanted to bite him. If he hadn’t deliberately used various tricks to torment him last night, how could his consciousness have scattered? His body hadn’t even felt like his own, completely refusing to listen to him, and he had been forced to say so many embarrassing things.
Seeing that the person in his arms was truly about to get annoyed, Jiang Yan knew when to stop. He casually tossed aside that particular small toy and tightened his arms to pull the person into a comforting embrace. “Ge should trust my technique. I’ll definitely serve you until you’re comfortable.” He had planned it long ago; they had been separated for so long, and he intended to collect the debt they owed with interest this time.
“So,” he announced a decision that felt like a bolt from the blue to Jiang Yunian, “I plan to fuck Ge every single day after we get to Iceland.”
Jiang Yunian’s vision went dark, as if he were seeing a future where the sky was collapsing.
Facts proved that when it came to fulfilling marital duties, Jiang Yan’s execution was as powerful as his business tactics—he did exactly what he said.
During the entire holiday after registering their marriage, Jiang Yunian felt as if half of his time was spent on the bed, the sofa, or even in the hot springs.
Sometimes Jiang Yan would even book an entire private beach for his pleasure—usually, he was the one being “pleasured.” During the remaining half of the time, his legs would shake uncontrollably when he walked. Often, by the end, Jiang Yan was carrying him or giving him a piggyback ride to complete their sightseeing itinerary.
The only consolation was that Iceland’s social atmosphere was open and inclusive; they were accustomed to same-sex couples. Here, they were like any other ordinary young newlyweds in the world. They could hold hands, hug, and kiss without any reservations, immersing themselves in a sweetness undisturbed by others. This pure freedom and happiness gave Jiang Yunian a strong sense of dissonance when he thought about the reality of needing to hide their relationship upon returning home.
As for making the relationship public, Jiang Yan didn’t care at all. He wouldn’t even have to think twice about immediately holding a press conference to announce it to the whole world. But Jiang Yunian was different. Considering he was still a student, he wanted to live a normal, quiet life and didn’t want to attract too much attention.
However, there was no need to hide it from their friends.
After much deliberation and looking at their marriage certificate photos countless times, he cautiously sent it to the 707 dorm group chat and to Hao Meng.
This news was like a clap of thunder, catching everyone off guard.
Information exploded in the dorm group chat instantly, the screen scrolling too fast to read.
[Qian Cheng: ???? Holy shit!!!!!! am I seeing things??? You kid actually became my younger-brother-in-law??!]
[Xu Zhiyuan: Marriage certificate??? Yunian, you and… Qi Yan??? (Horrified)]
[He Qing: Although… alright, congratulations.]
Even Hao Meng, who usually loved to gossip, sent several voice messages filled with shock. She found it hard to believe that Jiang Yunian—who a year ago seemed like he wouldn’t even date before graduation—had quietly settled his major life event, and with that unreachable heir of Qi Sheng.
Even a stone tree can blossom.
Truly, fate plays tricks on people; life is unpredictable.
After finishing the accumulated work in the study, Jiang Yan returned to the bedroom. He saw the person who was supposed to be packing luggage lying on the bed, secretly replying to messages. His fair little face couldn’t hide its bashfulness, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curled. He hadn’t even noticed Jiang Yan standing there for quite a while.
Seeing his wife’s attention completely occupied by the phone, Jiang Yan felt a bit jealous. He walked over and snatched the phone away without a word.
His hands suddenly empty, Jiang Yunian looked up blankly. “Hmm?”
Jiang Yan toyed with the phone and purposefully pulled a long face to scare him. “Confiscated for a week.”
Jiang Yunian took it seriously and immediately sat up, pointing at this tyrannical bully in protest. “Based on what? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
They were going back to school tomorrow. There were still many messages to reply to and many things to explain. How could he manage without a phone?
Jiang Yunian deeply realized that a man has two completely different faces before and after marriage! Now that the red booklet was in his hand, his true nature was fully revealed; he even wanted to interfere with basic socializing.
“Based on what?” Jiang Yan leaned down, his arms sliding under Yunian’s armpits and knees, easily picking him up. Then he sat on the bed himself and pressed Yunian face-down across his lap, like a foreman dealing with a lazy worker.
“Based on the fact that I am your husband.”
The phone was tossed casually onto the bedside table. His free hand gave Yunian’s backside a slap that wasn’t too heavy but wasn’t light either. “Hurry up and pack. If you don’t finish packing, you don’t get to play.”
Items were piled on the bed, the carpet, and the sofa. Besides their clothes, there were some “small props” that hadn’t been used up in Iceland, and even more souvenirs that Jiang Yan had lavishly purchased—uniquely shaped volcanic rocks, wool products, handmade amber… Jiang Yunian had tried to persuade him not to buy so many impractical things at the time, but Jiang Yan had argued plausibly, saying these were witnesses to their love and should be bought for memory’s sake.
Fine, Jiang Yunian could reluctantly accept that explanation. But why was it that most of the things were bought by Jiang Yan, yet the work of organizing and packing fell on his head?
Jiang Yan didn’t tell him that he infinitely enjoyed the sight of his Ge being busy for him. His Ge personally folding his underwear, tying his tie, straightening his shirt collar… these subtle and ordinary actions made the word “home” tangible in his heart. When Jiang Yunian touched items belonging to him, that feeling of being needed and cared for filled the long-standing void in his heart for family warmth. It was the same psychology behind his habit of secretly collecting his Ge’s private belongings. He needed this tangible experience to fill the lack of security in his heart.
“Are you going to pack?” Seeing that he wasn’t moving, Jiang Yan gave that perky spot another slap, bringing “unreasonableness” to the extreme.
One time was okay, but two times in a row while he was fully conscious made Jiang Yunian incredibly ashamed. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he arched his back and swung his hands wildly behind him in resistance.
The more he resisted, the higher Jiang Yan’s interest in teasing him became. After a few rounds, Jiang Yunian didn’t know how many more hits he’d taken and had his fill of losing out. He finally learned his lesson and recognized reality. He lay on Jiang Yan’s lap unwillingly and began to slowly organize the clothes scattered beside him.
“This pair of underwear isn’t folded well; do it again.” Jiang Yan was still nitpicking from the side.
“It is too!” Jiang Yunian protested softly. He had clearly folded it neatly. He suspected this guy was doing it on purpose, intentionally using underwear that was much larger than his own size to shame him.
Truly, it’s easy to talk when you aren’t the one doing the work.
Jiang Yan was doing it on purpose. The big bad wolf wagged its tail behind him, not even bothering to pretend anymore. Unfortunately, Jiang Yunian had no way to deal with him.
It was too much.
Jiang Yunian wept silently in his heart, feeling as if he were a victim of a capitalist’s oppression doing hard labor, and he’d even get corporal punishment if he didn’t do it well.
For a brief moment, a sliver of melancholy and regret about marrying so early even rose in his heart.
However, this tiny bit of regret was thrown to the winds that evening when he ate a table full of his favorite dishes, all personally made by Jiang Yan.
Young newlyweds are mostly like this—nothing but cloying sweetness. Jiang Yan was even worse, insisting on holding him wherever they went and sticking to him no matter what they were doing. Even while eating, he insisted on Jiang Yunian sitting on his lap, feeding him bite by bite. Occasionally, when sauce got on the corner of his mouth, he would lean in and lick it off.
As luck would have it, the butler came to deliver a message and entered directly without knocking. He caught the scene of Jiang Yunian sitting on Jiang Yan’s lap being fed. Jiang Yunian jumped out of Jiang Yan’s arms on the spot, his face so awkward and flustered that anyone could tell what they were doing. Even the experienced old butler was startled. From then on, before entering Jiang Yan’s residence, the butler would first cough loudly or knock heavily to avoid walking in on an embarrassing scene again.
And so, the two spent another cloying night together. Early the next morning, Jiang Yunian was sent back to school by Jiang Yan in a Bentley. Just as high-profile as Jiang Yan had been when they arrived, Jiang Yunian was equally sneaky when getting out of the car.
Regarding this, Jiang Yan expressed great dissatisfaction, looking at his “wife” who looked like he wanted to bury his face in the ground with extreme resentment.
They were already registered. Those who didn’t know better would think they were having an affair.
Translator’s Note: Poor Yunian! He really thought a honeymoon meant sightseeing, but for Jiang Yan, it just meant “new locations for extracurricular activities.” And the group chat reactions? Priceless. Also, the term “red booklet” (紅本本) refers to the official Chinese marriage certificate.
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