Chapter 6 — A Gun to A Cannon

Edited by Asa

Yun Jinshu slept extremely well. When he opened his eyes again, bright sunlight had already filled the room.

Rubbing his bleary eyes, he turned around, wanting to give Han Jiang a morning kiss. However, he only felt the cold sheets. Just then, the door to the bathroom opened, and a casually dressed Han Jiang walked over and caressed his face.

Yun Jinshu smiled, and just like how he had done in the past, he pressed his lips against his hand. Han Jiang c.o.c.ked a brow, seemingly a little startled, but his smile was real.

"I didn't expect that you would still be so 'pa.s.sionate' when you wake up. Are you used to the bed here?"

Yun Jinshu froze. Just as he wanted to say that how could he not be used to it after sleeping on it for five years, he suddenly saw the digital calendar by the bed: XX/XX/2008

2008…?

Unconsciously, he took in a deep breath, and all his memories crashed upon him like a wave. His kidnapping, his drowning, his rebirth, his contract…

Right, how did he forget that he had returned five years into the past, back to when he had met Han Jiang for the first time?

His lips could not help but curl self-mockingly. He returned to his placid expression, "It's very comfortable here, and I'm getting used to it. Thank you for bringing me here."

His politeness made Han Jiang frown unknowingly. However, he did not say anything, but placed a bag next to the pillow.

"I don't know what style of clothes you like to wear, so I got the butler to randomly prepare a few sets. Later on when you get up, just try them and see if they fit. If they don't, you can call for the butler to change them."

"I've troubled you." Yun Jinshu nodded obediently. He recognised the extremely expensive brand printed on the bag, and was a little dumbfounded. Han Jiang had said that the butler had "randomly" prepared them, but how could he dare disdain such expensive clothes?

"You haven't even looked at them, how would you know if I've been troubled?"

Han Jiang really could not stand his strange politeness and distance, and his tone had darkened as well.

He knew that the information his subordinate had gathered could not be wrong. Yun Jinshu was definitely not the type to be so stiff, like a puppet. Even now, from his gentle and bright eyes just after waking up, he could also guess it.

Yun Jinshu was resigned to his situation. He thought the only thing left for him now was to kneel on the bed, and declare, "Thank you Lord for your benevolence". Opening the bag, he removed the clothes one by one.

A white, pure cotton s.h.i.+rt, a pair of casual linen trousers, a coffee-coloured slim fit coat, with pure cotton socks and a pair of white boxer briefs.

Every item looked very simple and casual, but the material all felt extremely soft and comfortable to touch. The sizes were perfect as well, and even the colours were all that he liked. Could this be called random preparation?

Yun Jinshu could neither laugh nor cry. He had nearly forgotten that the most impressive point of Han Jiang had been how he meticulous he was. If he wanted to be good to a person, he would not only satisfy them monetarily, but carefully enter their life and give them everything they need, painstakingly paying attention to everything.

Just like a thirsty person walking in the desert, all he needed was a gla.s.s of water. No matter how much money you gave him, it was all useless, and Han Jiang was definitely born knowing this.

This was probably how he was bought over in muddle-headedness, and he had ended up paying with both his body and heart.

Han Jiang saw that he remained silent for a very long time, and thought that he really did not like the clothes. Lifting his hand, he stroked the whorl of hair on Yun Jinshu's head. "If you don't like them, then just don't wear them. Later on, when we're free, I'll bring you to get some tailored. We'll definitely get you something you like."

"No, I just… didn't expect that the clothes would be so suitable, and I'm just really very surprised." Yun Jinshu smiled and shrugged. A shallow dimple appeared on his left cheek.

Han Jiang was a little dazed. He smiled noncommittally, and gazed at Yun Jinshu gently. "Then put them on and come down for breakfast. Zhang-ma