Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

218. Yan Chuyang Mistook Me for You

Translator: Ahve

Wei Qing frowned, “You can just make a call. Why do you have to come here?”

Song Huaiqi raised his eyebrows and sneered, “Well, I’m afraid that someone will make trouble for me and blacklist my call.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“You know who I’m talking about.”

Wei Qing snorted, “You are late. Yan Chuyang has gone to school.”

“He went to school?” Song Huaiqi sighed and looked down at the gift in his hand. “Then I have to go to his school.”

“Don’t!” Wei Qing quickly said, “Why bother? You can just leave the gift here.”

“Forget it,” Song Huaiqi smiled, “I still want to give it to him personally. I’ve been on a business trip and haven’t seen him for so long.”

“You shouldn’t disturb him.” Wei Qing raised his voice, “He still has classes, and he has to get prepared for graduation. He’s very busy now!”

“I won’t disturb him,” Song Huaiqi said as he glanced at his watch, “It’s getting late. I’m leaving now.”

“Wait!” Wei Qing suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Song Huaiqi raised his head in shock. “What?”

Wei Qing let go of him, “I want to talk to you.”

Song Huaiqi frowned, “About what?”

“As long as you still like Yan Chuyang, we will always have something to talk about.”

It was getting tense in the living room.

Wei Qing and Song Huaiqi sat on both sides of the glass table.

They kept staring at each other, both silent.

After half an hour, Song Huaiqi finally lost patience. He rubbed his sore eyes and asked, “Mr. Wei, what do you want to talk to me about? If you just keep looking at me like this, I’m afraid I have no more time to waste.”

It was ridiculous for two adults to compete with each other in this way.

“Are you still in love with Yan Chuyang?” Wei Qing asked.

Though surprised, Song Huaiqi nodded, “Of course.”

“Even if he’s already married to me and I own every inch of his body, from head to toe, inside and out?”

Wei Qing deliberately emphasized the last three words.

Any man could understand the meaning behind it.

Song Huaiqi was pissed off, his face a little pale. After a long silence, he said, “Having his body doesn’t mean you can have his heart. If he doesn’t like you that much, you know it can’t last forever.”

Song Huaiqi’s words hit Wei Qing hard. Deep in thought, he was feeling uneasy and fearful. He suddenly realized that even he himself couldn’t be sure about the answer he always wanted.

Seeing the man’s sullen face, Song Huaiqi smirked, “It seems that you can’t be sure if Yan Chuyang really likes you, right?”

Wei Qing restrained his disappointment and sneered, “If he doesn’t like me, why did he marry me? If he doesn’t like me, why will he let me do whatever I want to him in bed? If he doesn’t like me, why will he try every way to please me at tonight… ”

“Bang!” Song Huaiqi pounded the table and uttered in a gloomy voice, “You are so despicable.”

“It’s just what lovers do every day and every night. Mr. Song, you won’t understand.”

Song Huaiqi sneered, “You don’t care about Yan Chuyang at all. If you really like him, why would you let him do that?”

Wei Qing shook his head. “I do care about him. I can’t bear to let him do it, but you know how pretty he is. I just can’t help myself. No matter what, he is mine.”

Song Huaiqi let out a long sigh and leaned back helplessly, “What do you want? If you just want to say something to provoke me, then sorry, I’m very busy and have to leave now.”

“Just give him up,” Wei Qing said with sharp eyes, “Stay away from Yan Chuyang and never see him again.”

Song Huaiqi shook his head. “Wei Qing, do you know why I haven’t confessed to Yan Chuyang for so long?”

Wei Qing snorted, “I don’t want to know.”

Song Huaiqi looked at him and continued, “I’m always busy with my family business. I’m not the only child in my family. I have an elder brother and a younger sister. Now that my parents are old, they’re thinking about distribution of their property. I don’t want to get myself into any trouble at this time, so I’ve been holding back.”

“But to be honest, I never thought about leaving Yan Chuyang. I’ve been working hard to have my own business and try to get rid of my parents’ control. I might as well tell you the truth. As long as my parents say yes, I will immediately tell him how I feel for him.”

Wei Qing’s eyes were cold, “You’d better bury it deep down in your heart.”

Song Huaiqi put on a wry smile and lowered his head. “If I could, I wouldn’t have to endure so much pain.”

Wei Qing wanted to say something, but his phone on the table suddenly rang.

It was from Yan Chuyang. The man hesitated and then grabbed the phone, his voice cold, “I’ll go pick up a call first.”

He stood up from the chair and walked towards the balcony.

Song Huaiqi sat there for a while and couldn’t stay still anymore. He started to walk back and forth in the living room.

Then he came to the sofa in the left corner.

Looking at it in a daze, he suddenly remembered that Wei Qing had once said that Yan Chuyang loved to sit here drawing, watching TV, or taking a nap.

Song Huaiqi imagined the boy sleeping in the sofa like a lovely kitten. Intoxicated, he couldn’t help it and sat down.

He gently touched the sofa cushion and then the pillow.

After heaving a long sigh, he carefully took the pillow over.

And a hardcover notebook under it came into his view.

Song Huaiqi had seen this notebook.

When Yan Chuyang started college, he often carried it with him.

Song Huaiqi once asked him what it was for. Yan Chuyang said that it was his diary, which was supposed to keep little secrets for him.

His diary…

Song Huaiqi’s heart fluttered.

He was quite curious about everything written in it.

It was true that people would always be interested in others’ secrets.

What’s more, when it came to the one he liked, Song Huaiqi knew he could never resist it.

He quickly picked up the notebook with a combination lock, thought about what the password could be, and entered Yan Chuyang’s birth date.

He just wanted to give it a try, yet unexpectedly, the lock opened with a click.

Song Huaiqi’s fingers trembled as he opened the diary.

A while later, Wei Qing came back.

Song Huaiqi was sitting on the sofa with the diary in his hand, grim-faced and silent.

Wei Qing’s heart did a flip. He quickly walked over and snatched it. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Damn it! He actually forgot to put Yan Chuyang’s diary away!

At first, Wei Qing was afraid that Yan Chuyang would know that he had read his diary, so he kept pretending that he didn’t know it was placed under the pillow and he just left it there.

Song Huaiqi was in a daze. After a long silence, he asked, “He… liked me?”

“You are overthinking!” Wei Qing roared, “It’s just a throwaway remark in his diary. Don’t flatter yourself, okay?”

“But the person who donated for him years ago was me,” Song Huaiqi turned his head and stared into the man’s eyes.

Wei Qing’s heart skipped a beat and he didn’t know what to say.

“Wei Qing,” Song Huaiqi stood up from the sofa with his eyes fixed on the diary in the man’s hand. “Yan Chuyang got it wrong. He mistook me for you.”

“Huh,” Wei Qing sneered and threw the diary on the table, his voice cold, “So what? This is between me and him. You’d better stay out of it.”

Song Huaiqi looked at the man in disbelief, “It seems that you already knew the truth. You have read his diary, right? And you’ve been lying to him?”

“I’ve never lied to him,” Wei Qing kept a straight face, “I’m always the one he likes.”

“That’s because he thinks you’re the anonymous donor ten years ago!”

Song Huaiqi interrupted him without hesitation.

Wei Qing was stunned, clenching his fists. After a long silence, he said, “No matter what the truth is, he’s now married to me. He is mine.”

“Huh,” Song Huaiqi shook his head. “If he didn’t get it wrong, do you think he would have married you? Would he like you? He might not even know you! It was all just a mistake!”