Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

107. Chapter 107  I Can’t Be Demoralized

Translator: Gilbert

Yan Chuyang sighed and moved back, leaning his back against the wall. He curled himself up like when he was a child, but this time, he wasn’t calling Mommy, but Wei Qing.

Wei Qing, Wei Qing.

Yan Chuyang shouted inwardly again and again. ‘Come save me. I feel terrible.’

However, the room was quiet like ten years ago. He was alone again and could only get warmth from the wall like an abandoned child.

When his throat tightened again, Yan Chuyang finally couldn’t stand it. He raised his hand and took the phone from the head of the bed. He used the speed dail function and pressed on the “1” key to call Wei Qing.

The phone rang for a long time before it was picked up.

Wei Qing sounded impatient. “What’s wrong? Speak.”

Yan Chuyang gritted his teeth and shivered with cold. “I feel I have a fever again. I feel terrible. Can you come and take me to the hospital?”

Wei Qing paused for a short while before he said quickly, “Chuyang, listen to me. I can’t come over now. Gather your strength and get dressed. Go to the school hospital. You do know the way, right? I’ll…”

Suddenly, Shen Shimin called out with a delicate voice, “Wei Qing, come over and take a look. Selina says her leg hurts.”

Wei Qing said anxiously, “Chuyang, be good. I really can’t come over now. I’ll come when I’m done with this. I’ll call Wei Yuan. Don’t be afraid, now…”

Yan Chuyang hung up before Wei Qing finished.

There was no need to listen anymore, as Wei Qing had made it clear.

‘Be good. When I’m done, I’ll come over and take you to the hospital.’ Wei Qing sounded so much like Fang Jingshu.

“Son, be good. After I walk the uncle home, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

However, she didn’t come back. It was a lie. That was only an excuse.

He was deceived ten years ago and again in the same way ten years later.

One was his mother, and the other was his beloved.

It was only the person who fooled him that had changed.

Yan Chuyang closed his eyes and sighed inwardly. Forget it. No one would come to save him anyway. The more he thought about it, the colder he felt.

He pulled up the blanket and covered his head, forcing himself to close his eyes and go back to sleep.

After some time, someone pulled him up from the bed.

Wei Yuan felt Yan Chuyang’s burning face in horror and said, “Bro, you are so careless. How can you sleep when you have such a high fever?”

Yan Chuyang shook his heavy head and squinted at the person in front of him, saying in a hoarse voice, “Wei Yuan…”

“I’m here, I’m here.” Wei Yuan helped him up and let him lean against the back of the bed. He stooped to look for Yan Chuyang’s shoes.

Yan Chuyang coughed and leaned his head against the bed weakly. “I feel terrible. My heart hurts.”

“I know.” Wei Yuan sighed and said, “I’m looking for your shoes. Put on the shoes and I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Yan Chuyang pressed his face against the cold bed frame with eyes red from the fever, saying in a muffled voice, “Wei Yuan, am I going to die? I dreamed that my grandmother came for me.”

Wei Yuan was startled and hurriedly pulled Yan Chuyang’s wrist and shouted, “What are you talking about? Your grandmother is not coming for you. You will live a long and rich life.”

“No.” Yan Chuyang shook his head and stared at the air with blank eyes. “My grandmother said that she was very afraid that I would be bullied if I lived alone. She felt pain in her heart when she saw I was abandoned, so she came to me.”

“No one will abandon you!” Wei Yuan shouted anxiously, “You’re so kind, and everyone cares about you.”

Yan Chuyang smiled bitterly and muttered as if he had gone mad, “No, he doesn’t care about me. I’m just hired by him, and I’m paid by him. In his eyes, I’m just an employee, and he’s the big boss. How can he care about me?”

“Come on, stop talking.”

Wei Yuan lift the blanket for him and helped him put on his shoes. “Put on your shoes. I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Yan Chuyang leaned against the back of the bed weakly, allowing Wei Yuan to help him with the shoes.

Wei Yuan was extremely anxious about Yan Chuyang’s weakness.

He grew up with Yan Chuyang and knew well about his physical condition.

Yan Chuyang was weak when he was small, and he was easily taken ill. He often went to the hospital for high fever or flu.

In his memory, Yan Chuyang was a sickly little porcelain doll when he was five or six years old.

He couldn’t eat spicy or cold food. Even if he was well taken care of, he got sick when the weather turned cold.

He was really like porcelain, fragile and delicate.

Fang Jingshu seemed to abandon him when she married her second husband because of this.

After all, no one wanted to be burdened with a sick child.

As Yan Chuyang grew up, he worked out a lot these years and got better than before. At least, his resistance was much stronger, and he didn’t get sick often.

However, he was taken ill too suddenly this time. He had a high fever, and he was depressed, so Wei Yuan was worried about him.

“Hold on.” Wei Yuan got up and patted Yan Chuyang’s face. “I’ll take you to the hospital right now. Gather your strength.”

Yan Chuyang was confused for a while. When he opened his eyes and saw the person in front of him, he suddenly gritted his teeth. “Who is he? He has a handsome face. And that’s all! He pretends to be aloof and distant. Let’s wait and see! When I win the competition, I’ll toss money in his face and tell him not to pretend! I like you! And I want to screw you!”

Wei Yuan hurriedly raised his hand and covered the Yan Chuyang’s mouth. “Damn it. Quiet down. Why are you talking nasty?”

Yan Chuyang flung his hand away and glared at him with red eyes, “Wei Yuan, I have a fever. Take me to the hospital now. I can’t die.”

Wei Yuan was amused, “How can you die from a fever? You are now cherishing your life, so why were you hiding in the bed just now?”