Green Tea Enters The Story Of Abuse [Book] Chapter 7
byChapter 7: My Husband Definitely Won’t Die of Exhaustion Within a Year…
Xing Zhan said, “I will never like someone like you.”
An Yu thought: I knew it would be like this.
He signed the divorce agreement, stifling a sob.
Xing Zhan glanced at the document.
The neat, clear standard script was easy on the eyes.
People often said that handwriting reflects character and appearance reflects the heart. Unfortunately, An Yu was a complete counterexample.
The document was in duplicate.
An Yu signed one copy, looked at Xing Zhan, who was supervising him, and silently signed the other.
In his previous life, he was quite skilled in Green Tea Arts, and many people liked him.
In this life, he hadn’t even started using his Green Tea Arts much, yet in the eyes of Xing Zhan—and many others—he was already a Vicious Green Tea. They were even afraid he would cheat while signing a document and had to stare intently.
That was fine. Being the bad guy was always much easier than being the good guy.
Afterward, An Yu and Xing Zhan went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register their marriage.
In the car on the way to the bureau, Xing Zhan was constantly processing documents, like a tireless working machine.
An Yu felt like he was looking at his past self.
He suffered from motion sickness, but due to work requirements, he always had to travel. If he couldn’t read scripts in the car, he would listen to related novels or have his assistant read them to him.
But no matter how hard he worked, if he suddenly died, everything would reset to zero.
An Yu offered a friendly reminder: “That’s bad for your eyes.”
Wu Yuan, who was driving, glanced back through the rearview mirror.
An Yu looked toward Xing Zhan, his large eyes full of disapproval, but his face was too fair and lacked any real deterrent power, making him look more like he was pouting affectionately.
Xing Zhan noticed Wu Yuan’s gaze and lowered the partition between the front and back seats.
Wu Yuan, who was gradually isolated: “…”
Well, they were newlyweds.
He secretly warned himself that next time, he shouldn’t let the boss handle this operation personally.
As for other matters.
Although An Yu was not the originally intended groom, since the boss had accepted him, whether that acceptance was due to Old Master Xing or something else…
If the boss accepted him, he, the assistant, must also accept him.
In the sealed space of the back seat,
Xing Zhan told An Yu, “I’m deducting 100,000 from this month’s living allowance.”
An Yu: “…Why?”
Xing Zhan: “I don’t like being disturbed by outsiders, especially when I’m working.”
An Yu: “…”
It was only a year. My husband definitely won’t die of exhaustion within a year. I will never speak out of turn again.
But deducting 100,000 at once—wasn’t that too ruthless?
An Yu quietly argued, “But you can’t punish without teaching first. How about this: if you feel uncomfortable, tell me once. If I do it again, you can deduct whatever you want. Or…”
He became wary. “Are you doing this on purpose, just to avoid giving me the allowance? If you can’t afford to marry me, then don’t…”
The latter half was very soft, but he made sure Xing Zhan could hear it.
Xing Zhan noticed that An Yu’s eyelashes were very long.
When he deliberately glanced at him, his eyelashes fluttered, looking very childish, making it hard to bear to reprimand him.
Did he often escape punishment this way before?
Unfortunately, he was not someone whose judgment was clouded by beauty.
Once An Yu slowly realized this trick didn’t work on him, he would settle down.
However, punishing without teaching first was indeed wrong.
Xing Zhan said, “Fine.”
An Yu’s eyes curved into crescents. “My husband is so good~”
He was genuinely happy and intentionally complimented him, his voice soft and sweet, the trailing sound seeming to carry a slight lilt.
Xing Zhan’s breath hitched.
He said calmly, “You behaved appropriately at the wedding, which deserves a reward. However, it’s wrong to punish without teaching, and it’s also wrong to reward without prior notice. This reward is canceled.”
An Yu: …Capitalists truly won’t take even the slightest loss.
Xing Zhan: “Also, don’t call me ‘husband’ (laogong).”
An Yu: “Will I be fined if I do?”
Xing Zhan: “…Yes, deducted.”
An Yu thought: I have a salary and a system of rewards and punishments. Did I just get a job?
Before becoming an actor, he had worked many odd jobs.
An Yu was also skilled at the task of coaxing the boss until they were putty in his hands.
He immediately created a memo on his phone, writing down “Don’t call me ‘husband'” and “Don’t interrupt work,” and diligently asked, “Anything else?”
Xing Zhan was not used to discussing too many things unrelated to work, especially since An Yu was far from settled.
He glanced at him. “Are you in a hurry?”
An Yu shook his head and whispered, “There must be a form of address. You are a little older than me, so I’ll call you ‘Ge’ (Brother). Brother Xing?”
For men to become familiar, sometimes all it took was a cigarette.
Or they could just call each other brothers.
Calling each other ‘brother’ would naturally lead to familiarity.
With the ‘brother’ dynamic established, how could he nitpick over minor details?
Xing Zhan: “…Whatever.”
An Yu smiled.
Although the reward was gone, he felt secure.
It was obvious that Xing Zhan disliked him, yet he was still willing to reason with him. This single fact meant the next year wouldn’t be too difficult.
Furthermore, when Xing Zhan wanted to lecture him, he lowered the partition beforehand, saving him face.
This showed that Xing Zhan would maintain his dignity as a partner.
If he were bullied, could he directly call on his husband… Brother, Boss?
An Yu was preoccupied with his thoughts and didn’t notice that Xing Zhan was also distracted.
Xing Zhan was thinking about An Yu writing things down in his memo.
If he applied this level of effort to his work, he would surely achieve something…
He collected his thoughts and continued working until the car stopped.
At the Civil Affairs Bureau,
They had to take a photo before receiving the certificate. An Yu’s professional instincts kicked in, and he smiled brightly, radiating warmth.
Xing Zhan’s face was cold, like a debt collector.
Though young, he possessed immense authority, and his entire demeanor was handsome and sharp, inspiring fear.
The staff member taking the photo looked troubled and muttered internally, “What an act!”
His partner was as beautiful as a celestial being and smiled so sweetly, yet he was still unhappy.
An Yu saw the staff member’s troubled expression, looked at Xing Zhan, and understood.
A kind reminder wouldn’t result in a deduction, right?
An Yu leaned closer to Xing Zhan and whispered, “Grandpa will see the red book.”
He knew his complexion wasn’t great, so he had secretly bitten his lips to make them rosy and glossy.
Xing Zhan glanced at An Yu, his gaze involuntarily lingering on his lips for a second.
He looked at the photographer. “Continue.”
As he spoke, although he still didn’t smile, his expression softened slightly.
After receiving the marriage certificate, An Yu looked at it with great interest.
Xing Zhan watched his smugness and thought: He was teary-eyed just moments ago, and now he’s radiating sunshine. What new scheme is he cooking up?
Is he planning to slowly work his way in over the next year, hoping to stay in the Xing Family permanently?
He wouldn’t give him that chance.
He could act recklessly in the An Family because of blood ties, but that wouldn’t work in the Xing Family.
An Yu looked up, saw Xing Zhan’s cold, stern expression, and didn’t mind.
His husband was handsome, generous, quiet, and didn’t cause trouble—a blessing.
He smiled brightly and said, “Grandpa will definitely be happy when he sees this.”
Xing Zhan handed the marriage certificate to Wu Yuan. “Send this to Grandpa and tell him we’ll visit tomorrow.”
Recently, he had been staying overnight at the hospital, but Old Master Xing had instructed him not to come today.
When Wu Yuan returned, he told Xing Zhan that the Old Master had held the marriage photo for over half an hour and even ate an extra bowl of rice for dinner. “The Old Master said you should accompany the young master back home first tomorrow.”
The traditional return visit usually happened three days later, but doing it earlier showed greater respect.
With this instruction, Xing Zhan knew that the Old Master was very satisfied with An Yu.
Xing Zhan told Wu Yuan, “Understood.”
After Wu Yuan left, he told An Yu, “Go back by yourself. Don’t let anything slip in front of Grandpa.”
An Yu wasn’t surprised. In his previous life, Xing Zhan never visited the An Family after the marriage.
Perfect. He didn’t want Xing Zhan to go either.
If Xing Zhan went with him, it would be difficult to settle the score with those two old turtledoves for falsely accusing him of threatening suicide.
An Yu saw Xing Zhan still looking at him and blinked. “Is there something else?”
Xing Zhan: “…No.”
He had expected An Yu to use clever words to persuade him to accompany him. After all, stealing his older brother’s marriage was no small matter, and An Pinghai had a volatile temper.
Was he not asking because he thought stealing the marriage wasn’t a big deal? Naive.
Xing Zhan remembered the wedding embrace; An Yu felt thin and fragile.
All his flesh must have gone into growing his cunning mind.
A person like that could be pushed over with a single finger.
He would let it go, considering how obedient An Yu was currently.
Xing Zhan went to the study and called An Pinghai. “An Yu needs to accompany me to the hospital this afternoon. Don’t make me wait for him too long.”
An Pinghai hadn’t been able to reach An Yu and was feeling anxious.
One moment he thought An Yu had grown wings and was disobedient, and he needed to teach him a lesson later.
The next moment he worried about some unforeseen complication.
Receiving Xing Zhan’s call eased his anxiety, but he suppressed the urge to punish An Yu.
Time was too tight; if Xing Zhan or Old Master Xing noticed anything, it would be troublesome.
He couldn’t help but ask, “Are you and An Yu coming together?”
The silence on the other end of the line was startling.
An Pinghai immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
Xing Zhan said unhurriedly, “Mr. An, you seem very fond of making decisions for others.”
He didn’t regard An Yu as a partner, so naturally, he didn’t respect An Pinghai as an elder. Socially, if the two appeared at the same banquet, An Pinghai wouldn’t even qualify to toast him.
An Pinghai: “I wouldn’t dare…”
Xing Zhan hung up without saying anything further.
An Pinghai, having been slighted, took his anger out on An Shi, who happened to walk by.
Xing Zhan had called to discuss the marriage before the wedding, always addressing him as Uncle An. If An Shi hadn’t backed out of the marriage, why would he be lectured like a grandson!
An Shi was also in a foul mood and retorted defiantly.
He had clearly seen that his father was a snob. If he had married Xing Zhan today, would his father dare to yell at him like this?
Fortunately, An Yu was useless and hadn’t managed to entice Xing Zhan to visit the An Family.
While the An Family was in chaos, An Yu enjoyed peace and quiet.
He saw the messages and calls from An Pinghai but ignored them.
Ignoring was also a form of torment.
The Original Host had suffered much of this torment, and An Yu “saw” every bit of the Original Host’s sadness. He would return the favor whenever he had the chance.
An Yu also had his own matters to attend to.
It was already dark.
He washed himself until he smelled fragrant and politely sent a message to Xing Zhan: [Ge, time for bed?]
Whether it was a spicy night or a chaste one, he was fine with either.
A spicy night was more beneficial for physical and mental health.
Xing Zhan’s appearance and physique were top-tier; it would be a waste not to sleep with him.
Of course, he wasn’t taking advantage.
He had looked in the mirror while showering; he was beautiful everywhere and worthy of the other party.
The divorce agreement was right there. Sleeping together meant no responsibility afterward. It was simply perfect.
Hmm, seeing is believing.
After thinking for a moment, An Yu took a photo of his fair, tender legs and sent it over.
Author’s Note:
An Yu: [Dog head holding a rose]
Xing Zhan: [Blushing]