Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

211. I Thought You Hate Her

Translator: Bryan

“That’s not true.” Yan Chuyang leaned forward and put his arms around Wei Qing.

Wei Qing broke free from Yan Chuyang’s arms, his face cold.

Yan Chuyang leaned close to him again and wrapped his arms around Wei Qing’s waist tightly. “Stop overthinking it, okay? I like you. You are my marriage partner.”

Wei Qing’s eyes reddened. He abruptly flung his arms around Yan Chuyang’s slender waist, scooped him onto the cupboard and said in a low hoarse voice, “Well, you said I’m your marriage partner. If you don’t want me to overthink it, let me have you right now. Are you okay with that? That’s the only way you can make me feel secure.”

Yan Chuyang suddenly flinched, his eyes glinting with alarm.

There was a long awkward silence.

Wei Qing released Yan Chuyang with a mirthless smile. “See? You want me to believe you, but you refuse to give me any reason to do that.”

Yan Chuyang sighed and, rubbing his knees awkwardly, said, “Doing that thing with you will make me more trustworthy?”

A longing appeared in Wei Qing’s eyes. After a few moments’ silence, he replied in a deep voice, “I will never truly trust you unless we consummate our relationship.”

“But I’m not ready yet.”

Wei Qing smiled mirthlessly, “I can see that.”

“Do you feel miserably repressed?”

“What do you think?”

Yan Chuyang raised his head to look at Wei Qing’s reddish pupils in which there was undisguised yearning. Startled, he swallowed hard. After quite a while, he said with a quavery voice, “How about… How about you let me…”

Wei Qing’s heart lurched. “What?”

“Alas!” Yan Chuyang clapped his hands to his ears and said impatiently, “I know you understand. I won’t say it again!”

After a moment of silence, Wei Qing croaked with great difficulty, “Is that okay? Won’t that be too great a sacrifice for you?”

Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes and stroked the back of his head awkwardly. “If you see it that way, how about…”

“Let’s get started!” Wei Qing interrupted him.

Yan Chuyang raised his head in astonishment and looked at Wei Qing’s eyes filled with excitement. Feeling speechless, he clicked his tongue and said, “Didn’t you just say I’d be sacrificing too much?”

“Well, I’ll return the favor this evening.” Wei Qing walked over, swept Yan Chuyang into his embrace, leaned his head close to Yan Chuyang’s and said, “I’ll return the favor at night, and I’ll do it for as long as you want me to, okay?”

As Yan Chuyang felt Wei Qing’s scalding breath on his ear, his shoulders quivered and he said softly, “Well then…”

Wei Qing was overjoyed, subduing his urge.

The two of them made out in the bedroom for hours.

However, Wei Qing looked radiant with health as if he had just ingested some kind of elixir.

“Time to get up.” Wei Qing gently removed the quilt from Yan Chuyang’s head and, stroking his flushed face, said, “Get up so we can have lunch.”

“Give me my quilt back.” Yan Chuyang pulled the quilt over his head again. “I need some more sleep.”

“I thought you said you’re visiting Fang Jingshu this afternoon.”

Yan Chuyang was startled and instantly sat up in bed. “Hormone makes people stupid,” he thought. He had actually forgotten all about that.

Wei Qing took out a new set of clothes from the wardrobe and handed it to Yan Chuyang. The clothes Yan Chuyang was wearing had been torn by Wei Qing.

Yan Chuyang took the clothes and, changing into them, said, “Wei Qing, I forgot to tell you that Fang Jingshu wants you to visit her with me.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. She said you’ve been taking good care of me and that she’s very grateful to you and wants to invite you for dinner.”

“Ha,” Wei Qing sneered. “I’m your marriage partner. It’s my duty to take care of you. I don’t need her gratitude.”

Yan Chuyang pressed his lips together, put on his shoes and said, “It’s your call. If you wanna go there, go; if not, stay. I’m just taking a message for her.”

He didn’t want to pressure Wei Qing into it. He also felt that it was a little strange that Fang Jingshu was doing this. Wei Qing was a stranger to her and they argued every time they met. Why was she inviting him?

Besides, Wei Qing would undoubtedly disagree. Seeing as how he hated Fang Jingshu so much,  there was no way he would go to her house to dine with her.

He was thinking about it when Wei Qing suddenly said, “Okay.”

Yan Chuyang couldn’t believe his ears. He lifted his head to look incredulously at Wei Qing in front of him. “What did you just say?”

“I said ‘okay’.” Wei Qing shrugged. “Since I’ve been invited, I’ll go with you. I’m not needed in the company this afternoon, anyway.”

Yan Chuyang frowned. “I thought you hated Fang Jingshu. Why are you going?”

“Because you’re going,” Wei Qing said nonchalantly. “I’ll be accompanying you.”

Yan Chuyang stroked his neck shyly. “Although I’m touched by your words, I still want to remind you that if you go to her house, you’ll have to control your temper from start to finish. Don’t argue with her.”

“I wouldn’t argue with her unless she lies to you or tries to use you.”

“Alas,” Yan Chuyang sighed resignedly. “How many times do I have to tell you this? As selfish as she is, she’s still my mom. Why would she use me?”

Wei Qing had no intention of arguing with him about that. No matter what he said, Yan Chuyang would always side with Fang Jingshu. Therefore, he just frowned and pulled Yan Chuyang over. “Let’s stop talking; finish our lunch and get going.”

Yan Chuyang nodded and followed him towards the dining room.

“It’s almost 3 o’clock. What’s taking him so long?”

Li Xinqiang anxiously opened the door and looked left and right down the corridor.

“Hey, can you please close the door and calm down?”

Fang Jingshu gave him a dirty look, walked over and slammed the door shut. She said sulkily, “You’re always so impatient. What else do you know how to do apart from being impatient?”

Li Xinqiang snorted and flinched. Looking embarrassed, he said, “You think I enjoy being impatient? I want a new job because I care about our family, okay? I’m the only breadwinner in this house. If I can seize the opportunity to get a promotion, our family income would be doubled.”

Fang Jingshu didn’t say anything. She just turned around to wipe the table again with a cloth.

There were desserts, fruits and drinks on the table, which were intended for Wei Qing and Yan Chuyang.

Having perceived Fang Jingshu’s silence, Li Xinqiang felt even more uncertain. He quickly leaned over and whispered, “Do you think they’ll come?”

Fang Jingshu picked up a glass and, wiping it with a piece of tissue, replied, “I’ve already told you that. I’m not sure about Wei Qing, but Chuyang will definitely come.”

“Do you think Yan Chuyang will be angry when he finds out you’re not sick?”

“Are you stupid?” Fang Jingshu snorted, “I’ll just tell him my fever suddenly went down.”

Li Xinqiang let out an “Oh” and then sighed with a frown, “I hope that Wei Qing guy will come. If your son comes alone, then I’m toast. There’s nothing he can do to help.”

Fang Jingshu didn’t say anything, but she was apprehensive as well.

The reason why she had been so nice to Yan Chuyang in the past few days was all because she wanted to help Li Xinqiang get a promotion.

All those things she had said about her guilt and her intention to make it up to Yan Chuyang were nothing but sweet talk. She just felt that Yan Chuyang had suddenly gotten himself a backer as rich as Wei Qing and thus became useful to her.

Previously, in her eyes, Yan Chuyang had been a troublesome son who needed money from her. As a young man, he had to go to university, to live, to marry someone and raise children, and yet he didn’t have the ability to make money on his own.

As his mother, she no doubt would have to give him money to help cover his miscellaneous expenses, which meant he was a big drag on her.

Therefore, she had avoided him and abandoned him. For over ten years, she hadn’t even dared to call him, for she had been afraid that Yan Chuyang would ask her for money.

Sometimes she felt guilty about that at night. After all, he was her biological son. Had she gone too far?

However, conscience was one thing, and life was quite another.