CHAPTER 566: REVISED: CHAPTER 556 I WANT TO HUG YOU

"Are you at home?" Bi Xia asked, puzzled, as he walked in and saw Qin Zhan lying on the bed.

Qin Zhan nodded and chuckled, "Sort of, I’m at the old residence now, in my own room."

Bi Xia nodded knowingly, "Weren’t you supposed to go to the old residence tomorrow?"

When Qin Zhan left, he told Bi Xia that he would go to his own place first and then visit Old Sir Qin. Yet now, he had gone directly to the old residence, and looking at Qin Zhan’s clothes, which hadn’t been changed, and realizing he probably hadn’t taken a shower or slept properly, Bi Xia was concerned.

Thinking of this, Bi Xia frowned deeply, "But did something happen at the old residence?"

Qin Zhan responded with a hum. Perhaps uncomfortable, he took a pillow, propped it up behind him, and said, "Some uninvited guests showed up. I got a call from the butler right after getting off the plane saying that the old man fainted from anger."

"Fainted?" Bi Xia frowned, "Is he okay?"

"Don’t worry, it’s definitely just an act," Qin Zhan said nonchalantly, "He’s just annoyed by how chaotic things are at home and wants me to come back and set things straight."

Seeing Qin Zhan’s calm demeanor, Bi Xia laughed, "Stop pretending to be cool. You’re obviously concerned. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have rushed back knowing it was a false alarm."

Qin Zhan couldn’t deny it. Tilting his head slightly, somewhat helplessly, he said, "What can I do? He’s the only one who’s been good to me in the entire family. If I lost him, I wouldn’t have any backing. I have to wait until I inherit the family head position before anything else."

"Bullshit," Bi Xia shot Qin Zhan a glare, "If Old Sir heard that, he’d be heartbroken!"

Qin Zhan laughed softly, "Don’t worry, Old Sir and I joke like this all the time. When I bring you to meet him, you’ll see. He doesn’t mind such things at all."

"Tsk, that’s still not good," Bi Xia said lightly, "He’s the only one in your family who’s been good to you, so I have to treat him well too."

Hearing Bi Xia’s words, Qin Zhan was momentarily stunned but then laughed, "My wife is so considerate, it makes me very happy."

"Ha," Bi Xia suddenly laughed, "I wonder if Old Sir will give you a good slap when he finds out you brought back a male wife."

"He won’t," Qin Zhan said confidently, "At most, he’ll be heartbroken for a few days then start showing you off proudly."

"Ah?"

Seeing Bi Xia’s face full of disbelief, Qin Zhan awkwardly cleared his throat and then laughed, "No choice. Your husband has been spotless for twenty-one years just waiting for you, making the old man think I was asexual. He even told me as long as I bring someone back, gender doesn’t matter to him."

"Actually, I find it quite odd. I’m not even close to thirty, yet he’s so impatient. I went to Qing City to avoid the old man, and now I’ve come back with a wife. Handsome in male clothes, beautiful in female clothes. I scored big time."

Bi Xia’s cheeks flushed slightly, and he mumbled, "You only waited for twenty-one years. I’ve waited two lifetimes, so I’m the one at a loss."

"What?" Qin Zhan looked at him, confused, his red lips moving but unable to hear the words clearly.

Bi Xia shook his head and shrugged, "I said, when have you seen me in female clothes."

Hearing this, Qin Zhan curled his lips, "A kitchen apron counts, doesn’t it? With the little skirt on it, it’s extremely beautiful."

Bi Xia: ...

"You’re really... pulling out all the stops to get what you want!"

"Flattery, flattery. For my wife, I’m always at my best."

"By the way, I haven’t asked, did you get rid of those uninvited guests?" Bi Xia asked.

The smile faded slightly from Qin Zhan’s face, and he nodded, "Get rid of? I just had them thrown out directly."

"Ha," Bi Xia laughed, "Brutal."

"Don’t like it?" Qin Zhan’s slender eyes narrowed and he looked at Bi Xia wickedly.

Bi Xia’s starry eyes twinkled, "I love it to death."

A low laugh started, growing louder until the young man’s deep voice resonated softly, "Me too..."

"You should get to bed early tonight..."

"No," Qin Zhan drawled, pulling off his necktie, his eyes on Bi Xia, "Baby, chat with me a bit more. I’m feeling so suffocated."

Staring deeply at the young man on the screen, Bi Xia was silent for a moment, then softly began to sing, a clear voice flowing through the microphone into the young man’s ears.

Qin Zhan, I don’t know what’s happened, but I really want... to hold you.