He Finally Called Him Hubby

Seeing the young man act so shamelessly spoiled in front of him, Gu Shang nearly lost all ability to be stern.

"Now that you're home, you can go straight to Uncle Chen if you need anything next time." As Gu Shang spoke, he glanced around the study.

Unfortunately, Gu Shang never kept food in his study, not even bottled water.

He asked, "I don't have any water here, only tea. Would you like some?"

Gu Shang didn't hold out much hope.

Ji Mingzhu was young and had just been pouting and acting spoiled. To Gu Shang, he looked like someone who needed Wangzai Milk, cola, and other soft drinks stocked in the car fridge.

Ji Mingzhu twitched his nose, picking up a faint hint of tea in the air. His still-reddened eyes lit up. "Yes!"

Gu Shang picked up the blue-and-white porcelain teacup on the desk, and the young man obediently took it.

His ten pale, jade-like fingers cradled the rim, as though he were trying to look cute.

Gu Shang narrowed his eyes slightly but said nothing.

The young man held the teacup obediently and sipped it slowly.

His lips were a vivid red, like a rose touched by morning dew.

Ji Mingzhu's slightly upturned, alluring eyes made him look very much like a proud, pampered cat.

He could get angry and act spoiled, and he wanted to taste everything he saw, but he wouldn't reach for it himself. He would only gaze eagerly at his owner, hoping to be fed. As long as his owner gave it to him, he would trust wholeheartedly that it was safe and harmless, then munch away without the slightest hesitation.

That scene would probably look just like this.

Gu Shang's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

In fact, he had already taken a sip from that cup himself.

Gu Shang swore he hadn't done it on purpose. He had simply picked it up without thinking... But now, that coincidence and the prolonged silence, broken only by the sound of the young man drinking, inexplicably made heat rise through his body.

Only after Ji Mingzhu had drunk his fill did he look up, unconsciously licking his damp lower lip. "Thank you. The tea is delicious."

The man watched him with interest.

Ji Mingzhu shouldn't have had either the means or the interest to appreciate tea. Was he pretending to know something he didn't?

The young man drew a deep breath and said, "This is Junshan Silver Needle, isn't it?"

Gu Shang paused, a rare flicker of surprise appearing in his deep, elegantly tapered eyes.

Ji Mingzhu had actually guessed correctly.

But Ji Mingzhu's tone clearly wasn't that of someone making a wild guess. He had genuinely recognized it by taste. Yet this Junshan Silver Needle came from the finest batch in its core production region and cost over ten thousand yuan per fifty grams. Even those who could afford it might not have the connections to buy it, because quantities were extremely limited.

Wasn't Ji Mingzhu supposed to have had no opportunity to encounter such things? Why did he seem so much more refined than the Ji Family's impostor young master, who was rumored to be gifted, handsome, and adept at winning everyone over?

"'Pointed tea' looks like little swords, covered in soft white hairs. That's called tribute tips. This tea has a clear, bright infusion and plump buds covered in fine down. It tastes mellow, sweet, and refreshing, with a lingering fragrance and a lovely sweetness. This is truly top-grade Junshan Silver Needle." Ji Mingzhu had not only identified the tea but also explained it with assurance, his eyes bright as though he had discovered a treasure.

Gu Shang narrowed his eyes slightly, increasingly convinced that his young wife was more than he seemed.

Ever since news of their engagement had spread and Ji Mingzhu had preferred jumping off a building to marrying him, everyone around Gu Shang who had met the young man had come back saying the same thing: Ji Mingzhu seemed different from the rumors.

Gu Shang lowered his eyes and returned the teacup to its original place.

The video conference had ended, and there was no important work left to handle. In that case, they might as well enjoy their wedding night properly.

Gu Shang took Ji Mingzhu into his bedroom. Once the door closed, the man let his imposing presence show in full.

The tall man sat languidly on the sofa and tipped his chin toward the young man.

Everything the young man had shown proved that he was no empty-headed fool.

Whether it was his composure when everyone watched his humiliation, striking back like an elegant, beautiful peacock, his flawless acting along the way, or the wealth of tea knowledge he had just displayed, none of those were qualities an ordinary little delinquent would possess.

Gu Shang decided to get straight to the point, speaking in a low voice. "Come here. I won't do anything you don't want me to."

A trace of restless heat still lingered between the man's brows. He tugged at his tie, a little impatient.

Being alone in a room with the young man still put them too close together. That clean scent on him always left Gu Shang's mouth a little dry, making him want a sip of the Junshan Silver Needle from earlier to soothe his throat.

Gu Shang's room was decorated in cool tones. Now, only a warm yellow bedside lamp was lit, exquisitely fashioned like a Western candelabrum, ornate and intimate.

Ji Mingzhu keenly sensed the atmosphere growing thick with intimacy.

Could it be... they were really going to do what adults did?

Ji Mingzhu lowered his head like a little quail and obediently walked over.

Gu Shang's words stirred something in Ji Mingzhu's heart.

Had Hubby... noticed how nervous he was, and was holding himself back because of it?

If someone treated him badly, Ji Mingzhu wouldn't take it to heart. But if someone showed him even a little kindness, he would want to repay it tenfold.

With Gu Shang saying that, he suddenly felt there was no reason to be coy anymore.

Gu Shang looked up.

In the candlelight, the beauty wore a faint smile and asked sweetly, "Would you like dinner first, or a bath? Or... should I read to you?"

He had noticed when they came in that, despite having a study, Gu Shang also had a bookcase in his bedroom.

Gu Shang: "..."

The man's mind, so quick when handling work, suddenly stopped functioning.

Before he could sort out his thoughts, the young man looked up at him with affection in his eyes and called softly, "Hubby."

Gu Shang: "..."

The head of the Gu Family, reputed to be hot-tempered, cold, and ruthless, froze on the spot, his mind crashing completely.