Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

106. Chapter 106 Memories

Translator: Gilbert

Wei Qing nodded and hung up the phone in a hurry. He quickly turned around and turned to Yan Chuyang who was lying in the bed. “Something has happened to Shen Shimin, and I have to rush there right now. You sleep here. If your temperature goes up, go to the hospital and get some medicine. Do you hear me?”

Yan Chuyang frowned. “What’s wrong with her?”

“Something urgent has happened and caused a hurt.”

Yan Chuyang nodded numbly. “Then you can go now.”

Wei Qing nodded and kissed on his forehead. “Be good. Take care of yourself.”

“I got it.”

Wei Qing glanced at him and strode out of the room.

Watching him leaving anxiously, Yan Chuyang let out a long sigh and stared at the air with gloomy eyes.

He thought, “Look, a painting is definitely not as important as a human.”

Between Shen Shimin and him, Wei Qing made the choice without any hesitation.

The boy sighed and pulled the blanket up to cover his face, forcing himself to fall asleep.

He thought that he would gradually recover after he took a rest, but he was getting worse.

His brain was befogged and his head was aching.

The temperature that had been reduced by the wiping of Wei Qing went up again in less than half an hour.

Shen Haonan went out to class after playing games. Only Yan Chuyang was left in the dorm.

He could do nothing but grit his teeth and get up from the bed. He copied Wei Qing and got a wet towel to wipe his forehead and shoulders. He felt better after the wiping, but he felt uncomfortable after a while.

After he wiped himself a few times, he was tired and went fast asleep.

After sleeping for half an hour, he gradually got afraid.

He felt terrible, getting hot and cold. The fever made him feel dizzy, as if his soul had got out of his body. He even felt that he might not wake up.

“I have to go to the hospital!”

These words kept haunting him. He could feel he had a high fever and he had to do something.

However, when he tried to get out of bed, he was startled. After he slept for half an hour, he felt too weak to get up. In fact, he had to struggle to sit up in bed.

‘No, I can’t do it at all.’

Yan Chuyang was panicked. Would he die of fever just because he had some alcohol?

He remembered that when he was small, he had a high fever like this once.

At that time, his father had just passed away, and his mother was looking for a new husband on blind dates. He couldn’t control himself and secretly ate up all the ice cream in the fridge. As a result, he had a fever.

While he was painfully rolling in bed, his mother was in the living room talking to a strange man.

Yan Chuyang still remembered the laughter and chatting from the living room when he clutched at his chest in cold sweat.

He was so dizzy that he couldn’t stand it, so he started to call his mother loudly. Fang Jingshu came over from the living room impatiently, touched his forehead and said, “Son, hold on for a while longer. I’ll take you to the hospital when I walk the uncle away.”

After she spoke, she went out and locked his bedroom door. She even turned the lights off.

The room was very dark.

At that time, he was too young. When he grabbed the bed sheet and looked out of the window, he felt like he was about to die. He lay on the window and kept shouting. He wanted Fang Jingshu to come back quickly. He was scared.

He shouted until his voice was hoarse and dry, but Fang Jingshu didn’t come back.

That night, she stayed at the strange uncle’s home.

For the whole night, Yan Chuyang curled up in a corner like an abandoned puppy. He held his knees in confusion and shouted over and over again inwardly, “Mommy, Mommy.”

Later on, he seemed to see his father in a daze. His father was wearing his old ironed working shirt, smiling at him with wrinkles.

He cried out loud, “Daddy, why did you leave? Where did you go? I am scared. I will be good from now on. I promise I will not eat ice cream anymore. Please don’t go.”

At that time, he had made up his mind that if his father could come back, he would never eat ice cream again, no matter how much he liked it.

But… his father didn’t.

When he cried and threw himself into his father’s arms, the man who would buy him anything disappeared like a gust of wind.

He missed his father and threw himself to the ground.

He had scraped his knees. When he touched them, his hand got wet. He looked at it in the moonlight and found his hand was covered with blood.

Just like that, he spent the painful and frightening night alone in his room, drifted between soberness and dizziness.

He was found the next afternoon.

A neighbor saw him through the window.

When he was discovered, he was lying in a corner with his back leaning against the wall, his knees and forehead covered in blood.

In his daze, Yan Chuyang had been imagining that the cold wall was his mother. He was not alone, and he was held by someone.

His imagination alleviated his fear.

After he was sent to the hospital, the doctor said that there was something wrong with his stomach, which was weaker than others’. He couldn’t eat food that was too hot or cold. Otherwise, it would be easy for his stomach to heat up and to cause an abnormal rise in his temperature.

He still remembered the first words Fang Jingshu said to him when she rushed to the hospital. Her eyes were red, and she said in choked voice with resentment, “What a prankster! You know that I’m having a hard time. Why did you do this? Why would you burden me?”

From that day on, Yan Chuyang finally understood.

He was a burden.

As long as he was alive, he was a burden to others.

The memories were more hurting than knives and swords. He thought he had long forgotten the pain of his childhood, but he was attacked by the terrible memories when he got sick.

When he was weak, he tended to immerse himself in wild imaginations.