Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

219. To Tell Him the Truth

Translator: Bryan

Wei Qing let out a long sigh. “Since you’ve found out the secret, I won’t say anything else about it. I never thought about hiding it from him. I’m confident that even if he knows the truth, he will still choose to stay with me.”

“If you never thought about concealing it from him, how come Yan Chuyang is still unaware of the truth?”

“There is no need to tell him.”

“There’s no need?” Song Huaiqi’s face became faintly angry. “You should know Yan Chuyang too well. He is more emotional than rational. If you keep misleading him like this, he will only mistake his gratitude to you for affection. He will mistakenly believe that he has feelings for you when in fact he just wants to repay the favor. He agreed to live with you probably because he wanted to repay you for the help you offered him, but you took advantage of his gratitude to make him marry you. You should know better than to do such shameless things, Wei Qing!”

Wei Qing’s insides contracted.

Every word Song Huaiqi said was among those he had been trying hard to avoid all this time.

Mistaking gratitude for affection?

Yan Chuyang was definitely capable of a mistake like that.

Fang Jingshu had done so many cruel things to him, but Yan Chuyang had forgiven her just because of a bowl of dumplings. Song Huiqi had indirectly saved Yan Chuyang’s grandmother’s life, then what would Yan Chuyang do to repay Song Huaiqi?

At that time, Yan Chuyang had no one by his side but his grandmother. Song Huaiqi had saved his grandmother, which was equivalent to saving Yan Chuyang.

There was no doubt that Yan Chuyang had been feeling that deep gratitude all these years, and he definitely had been thinking about repaying the favor at all times.

The deep feeling that had been weighing down his heart probably had caused him to have an illusion.

Yan Chuyang probably believed that he remembered it because he had feelings for that man.

But having feelings for someone was such a complicated thing.

Just…Just like him… He, Wei Qing, never needed a reason to dote on Yan Chuyang. Though he sometimes found Yan Chuyang talky and childish and silly, he still wanted to pamper him for no reason.

Maybe that was what people called love.

Perhaps what Yan Chuyang felt for him was just gratitude.

And he had stupidly repaid the wrong person.

Wei Qing’s eyes roved and he felt as if his insides had turned to ice.

“I don’t want to argue with you anymore,” Song Huaiqi sighed as he noticed that Wei Qing wordlessly pressed his lips together. He lowered his eyes tiredly and murmured with a grim smile, “I can see that now. You’re a selfish man. No matter how much I say to you, you will only play possum.”

Having finished speaking, he turned around and set off to leave.

“Song Huaiqi,” Wei Qing called out to him.

Song Huaiqi halted.

“What are you gonna do?” asked Wei Qing.

“What else can I do?” Song Huaiqi shrugged his shoulders and said coldly, “I’ll tell him the truth. I’ll tell him I was the anonymous donator, that everything is over, that I helped him on my own account and he didn’t have to be grateful to me. If he wants to thank me, a thank-you would be enough.”

After saying that, Song Huaiqi paused, turned his head and looked at Wei Qing standing beside him derisively, “As for whether he will still like you or not after I tell the truth, it’s entirely his own business. I won’t selfishly use that to take advantage of him as you did.”

With that, Song Huaiqi turned around and walked off without hesitation.

The door closed.

The living room fell silent again.

Wei Qing stood there stiffly, at a loss what to do.

Minutes were ticking away.

Wei Qing sat on the sofa, his head down, staring at the floor.

He was waiting.

He felt like a criminal waiting for the final verdict.

*Clang! The clock struck.

It was already twelve o’clock. It was the end of Yan Chuyang’s last class. Wei Qing had been sitting for more than two hours, unaware of it.

His phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrated.

Wei Qing reached out his hand, took the phone and held it to his ear. “Hello?”

“Wei Qing.” Yan Chuyang’s silvery voice came from the other end of the line.

“Hmm?”

“I’m not going back for lunch so you don’t have to cook me anything.”

Wei Qing’s heart did a somersault. “Where are you going to eat?”

“Song Huaiqi wants to talk to me. We’ll be eating at the restaurant near the school.”

Wei Qing let out an “oh”, then he lapsed into a long silence.

“Wei Qing?” Yan Chuyang spoke again.

“Is there anything else?”

“No. Why are you so quiet?”

“What do you want me to say? Should I say ‘I hope you guys enjoy the meal and the chat?'”

After a short silence, Yan Chuyang sighed resignedly, “Are you jealous again?”

“No.”

“Don’t be jealous.” Yan Chuyang lowered his voice. “You know, I only like you.”

Wei Qing’s eyes hardened slightly. “If you like me, come back and don’t ever meet Song Huaiqi again.”

Yan Chuyang snorted, “Having feelings for you and meeting him are not mutually exclusive.”

“They ARE in my eyes. Yan Chuyang, I just want you to eat with me. I…”

“Well, I gotta go,” Yan Chuyang interrupted him and said softly, “He is coming. Don’t be angry. I’ll talk to you about it when I get home.”

With that, before Wei Qing could say anything else, Yan Chuyang hung up.

Listening to the beep from the other end of the phone, Wei Qing had the desire to kill for the first time.

Well, everything was over.

Song Huaiqi saw Yan Chuyang, and the two of them were going to have a good long talk about the past.

From now on, he, Wei Qing, was an outsider.

Soon he would no longer be a kind-hearted benefactor in Yan Chuyang’s eyes, and neither would he be the good person who Yan Chuyang believed he could rely on.

Yan Chuyang would realize the two of them hadn’t known each other for that long, that he, Wei Qing, was just a stranger who had been a part of his life for four or five months.

The room fell silent.

Wei Qing sat on the sofa holding his phone, his head down.

After about two or three seconds of silence.

*Bang! The phone was slammed against the television screen in front of him, bounced off it, dropped to the floor and smashed into pieces.

The smash was alarming.

Yan Chuyang didn’t return home until two o’clock in the afternoon.