Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

169. I Will Repay You

Translator: 怀旧

In the past, Wei Qing cared about himself above all else in his heart, then Wei Dongsheng, Zhuo Zhanheng, and then Wei Yuan.

They were his family. No matter how much trouble they caused, they were at least in a family relationship with Wei Qing. So when they were in trouble, Wei Qing would rush out at once to protect them. That was why Wei Dongsheng kept threatening him.

However, after Yan Chuyang appeared, the order of their position was completely disrupted. Wei Qing put Yan Chuyang in the first place, and even surpassed himself.

He had never treated anyone like that for his whole life.

Wei Qing always thought that Yan Chuyang could feel his kindness.

But he was wrong. Yan Chuyang couldn’t feel it. He even thought that Wei Qing had a hidden purpose to treat him well.

He even wanted to repay Wei Qing with money. In his heart, they were only in a partnership.

Their partnership was made possible by money.

Wei Qing leaned back against the back of the chair, and let out a sigh of relief, his heart as cold as ice.

“You can go,” Wei Qing said after a long silence.

Yan Chuyang blinked, clenched his fists and turned to leave.

“Wait.” He was stopped when he had just taken several steps.

Yan Chuyang hurriedly turned back.

Wei Qing stood up from the sofa and walked to Yan Chuyang. Handing over a card, he said in a calm voice, “This is all your money. Your bonus and my salary for you.”

Yan Chuyang pursed his lips and said after a moment of silence, “I won’t receive it. Take it as yours. Take it as a reward for your care of me for the past few months.”

“Huh,” Wei Qing sneered. But he didn’t feel any pain; his heart was numb.

Wei Qing breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down. Bending down and putting the card in Yan Chuyang’s shirt pocket, Wei Qing said, staring at him,

“Yan Chuyang, my kindness to you is so cheap? How can you repay me with so little money?”

Yan Chuyang’s fingers trembled and he looked up in confusion, explaining, “That’s not what I meant. I just thought…”

“You can go now,” Wei Qing interrupted him and said calmly, “I’ve transfered the salary and bonus that I should give you for the past three months to your card. From today onwards, we have nothing to do with each other. Our contract is terminated.”

After that, Wei Qing turned around and sat back on the sofa calmly. He picked up a magazine from the coffee table and watched it with a blank expression.

Yan Chuyang lowered his hands weakly. He felt his heart broken.

The most frightening scene in his nightmare really appeared.

They had nothing to do with each other, and their contract was terminated.

He had expected relief from that sentence, but now he only felt suffocated.

It didn’t matter… Yan Chuyang clenched his fists and muttered in his heart, as if to hypnotize himself.

It was okay, and it was what he wanted.

He could leave first and then came back.

He would go after Wei Qing, and it didn’t mean the two of them couldn’t meet again. As long as he worked hard, one day, he would make Wei Qing fall in love with him, and he would live here again!

After consoling himself, Yan Chuyang took a deep breath and said, trying to keep his voice calm under a mask of panic, “Wei Qing, anyway, I still want to say thank you. Thank you for being so nice to me. I’ve been bothering you so much. Then… I’m leaving now.”

Wei Qing didn’t say anything but sat there quietly, not taking his eyes off the magazine, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Looking at Wei Qing’s calm face, Yan Chuyang’s heart shivered. He sighed and wanted to turn around and leave. But when he looked down, he was stunned.

The back of Wei Qing’s left hand holding the book was red and purple. It was swollen like a steamed bun.

It was the wound left when Wei Qing saw the marriage certificate in the morning. He threw his hand onto the safe box in anger.

Yan Chuyang’s heart tightened. Just now, he was so busy arguing and grieving with Wei Qing that he didn’t see such an obvious injury.

Yan Chuyang furrowed his brows and hesitated for a moment. In the end, he still couldn’t bear to approach him. Crouching in front of Wei Qing and staring at him, Yan Chuyang said,

“Wei Qing, your, your hand is injured.”

Wei Qing blinked and said, carelessly turning a page of the magazine, “It’s none of your business what happened to my hand. It’s getting late, please leave now. Aren’t you looking forward to moving out of my house?”

Yan Chuyang’s expression changed and he said sullenly, “I will leave, but I have to deal with the injury on your hand before leaving.”

Wei Qing said, gritting his teeth, his veins throbbing, “It has nothing to do with you.”

Yan Chuyang didn’t say anything. He stood up from the ground, turned around and walked to the TV cabinet. Then he opened the drawer and took out the family medicine kit.

“Hold on,” Yan Chuyang squatted on the carpet, opened the medicine cabinet, took out disinfectant and cotteon swab, then he grabbed Wei Qing’s wrist and put the injured hand on his lap.

Looking at Yan Chuyang’s serious eyes, Wei Qing’s heart twitched, pulling his hand back and said bitterly, “I’ve told you it is none of your business. Please go! Go! Can’t you understand my words?”

“Don’t move!” Looking at the blood pouring out from Wei Qing’s hand, Yan Chuyang yelled anxiously. Then he forcefully pulled Wei Qing’s wrist over again and put it on his lap, frowning and saying, “No matter how angry you are, you can’t use self-harm to vent your anger! Are you childish?!”

“Who is self-harming!” Wei Qing roared, “I broke it by accident!”

Yan Chuyang snorted without saying a word. He held Wei Qing’s wrist in one hand and a swab in the other. After dipping the swab in the disinfectant, he said softly, “I’ll disinfect you first before applying the medicine. It’s going to hurt, so just bear with it.”

With a cold face, Wei Qing didn’t say anything.

Yan Chuyang raised his hand and pressed the swab against Wei Qing’s wound.

“Ah!” Wei Qing suddenly let out a cry of pain and gasped.