Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

203. You’re Starting to Sound Unreasonable

Translator: Bryan

Fang Jingshu sighed, “Okay, okay. I get it. Why are you getting so worked up? I’m not trying to strong-arm you.”

Yan Chuyang felt faintly guilty.

Fang Jingshu had indeed not tried to strong-arm him. It was just that he suddenly felt so ashamed. He had been in this city for a long time and he was almost twenty, but he couldn’t even afford a car. Every time he needed a car, he had to borrow Wei Qing’s. He was a man too. Previously, he hadn’t given this matter much thought and thus hadn’t had any particular feelings about it; but now, after hearing his mother’s words, he felt rather ashamed.

“Chuyang, are you free tomorrow? If you can’t come to the hospital, can you come back home?”

Yan Chuyang frowned. “Home? Which home?”

Fang Jingshu coughed awkwardly and said, “My current home.”

Yan Chuyang snorted, “Why should I go there? To see how happy a family you three are?”

“Chuyang.” Fang Jingshu’s voice lowered and she said in a faintly apologetic voice, “I know I did the wrong thing in the past. I shouldn’t have abandoned you, but Mom really didn’t have a choice. It’s been so many years now. Can you give me a chance to make it up to you?”

Yan Chuyang smiled mirthlessly. “When I was ten, my classmates used to chase me, calling me an unwanted bastard. You didn’t think of making it up to me at that time. When Grandma was sick and I begged you to give me some money so she could see a doctor, you didn’t think of making it up to me either. And you certainly didn’t think of that when I was holding a funeral for Grandma alone. Now I’ve grown into a man who can make money, and you think of making it up to me. Fang Jingshu, your timing is perfect.”

“Chuyang,” Fang Jingshu’s voice was choked. “I… I’ve really realized my mistakes. I failed you, but did you ever think of the situation I was faced with? At that time, I had just married into another family, and I hadn’t gained a foothold in there yet. If I had gone back to help you, I would have lost the last thing I could rely on for survival.”

Yan Chuyang’s heart quivered.

Naturally, he could understand. Her mother was a woman, a divorced one who was in her forties.

It had been very lucky of her to be able to remarry. If she had contacted him at that time, people would inevitably have gossiped about her and made unfavorable remarks on her.

At the end of the day, Fang Jingshu was just clever. She was not heartless.

People always had to think about their own interests.

While Yan Chuyang was deep in thought, Fang Jingshu started sobbing on the phone.

Yan Chuyang couldn’t bear to hear women crying, so he muttered, “Stop… Stop crying. If you have something to say, say it. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

Fang Jingshu was sensible. After a few moment’s persuasion, she quieted down and said, “Come to my house for lunch tomorrow. You’re thinner now. Let me cook you something delicious, okay?”

Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes and kept silent for a long while. Finally, he nodded. “Tomorrow, 10 a.m. That’s the only time I’ll be free.”

Fang Jingshu’s voice was tinged with delight. “Okay, okay. You may pick any time you want.”

“Where do you live?” Yan Chuyang asked with a frown.

Fang Jingshu hadn’t told Yan Chuyang her new address, for she was worried that Yan Chuyang would look for her.

“I’ll send you a text message later and tell you the specific address.”

Yan Chuyang replied, “Okay then, see you tomorrow.”

Fang Jingshu said, “Okay.” Then she hung up.

Two minutes later, a ring came from his phone. Yan Chuyang opened the text message.

It read “Address: Yaxin Residential Community, Qingfeng Hill, Wanhe Road.”

“Wanhe Road…” Yan Chuyang sighed with a mirthless smile.

Wanhe Road was actually very close to where he and his grandmother used to live. It took about half an hour to get there by taxi.

It was just half-an-hour’s ride away, and yet Fang Jingshu had never visited him.

He had always thought that the place where she lived was very remote, and it wasn’t easy for her to come, but it turned out that her house was so close to his.

Yan Chuyang exhaled deeply, pocketed his phone and went back into the classroom.

The next day.

7 p.m.

Yan Chuyang was eating ice cream on the sofa and watching TV. There was a live broadcast of a football match.

Wei Qing was taking a shower in the bathroom. Noise of running water could be heard.

Ten minutes later, Wei Qing walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe and a pair of slippers.

The white bathrobe was loosely fastened, revealing the curves of his strong muscles, and his wheaten skin looked taut and sexy.

Drying his hair with a towel, Wei Qing walked slowly to the sofa and sat beside Yan Chuyang.

Yan Chuyang smelled the familiar mint fragrance, turned around and leaned over against Wei Qing. He sniffed the scent of the shower gel on Wei Qing’s neck and squinted his eyes discontentedly. “You used my shower gel again. How many times have I told you we should use our own shower gel?”

Wei Qing hooked his hand around Yan Chuyang’s neck and pushed him away. “Why? Yours is mine.”

Yan Chuyang snorted and leaned forward again. He rested his chin on Wei Qing’s neck and said, “Mine is mint-favored, and yours is rose-flavored. We need to use different ones.”

Wei Qing’s temple twitched. “How come you get to have the mint-flavored one and I have to use the rose-flavored gel?”

“Because it suits you.” Yan Chuyang looked at him with limpid eyes and said, “I like the rose fragrance very much. Besides, roses are elegant and mysterious. It suits you perfectly.”

Wei Qing snorted, “That’s for women. I don’t want to use that.”

“Shower gel has no gender.” Yan Chuyang curled his lip. “Why are you so macho?”

“I’m macho?” Wei Qing sneered, “If you’re not macho, who don’t you use the rose-flavored gel?”

“Not gonna happen,” Yan Chuyang answered directly.

“Why?”

“Rose-flavored gel is for women. I am a man.”

Wei Qing speechlessly lowered his head and rubbed his nose against Yan Chuyang’s. “You’re starting to get unreasonable.”

Yan Chuyang leaned forward and pecked Wei Qing’s lips. “I’m not being unreasonable. I’ve been trying to reason with you all this time.”

Yan Chuyang had just finished his ice cream, and his breath smelled of vanilla. Wei Qing frowned, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and, pulling him back, said, “Get off me and sit.”

Yan Chuyang clicked his tongue, turned slightly to lean against Wei Qing’s chest and said while watching TV, “The sofa is uncomfortable, and I like to lean against you like this. I don’t wanna get off.”