Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

110. Chapter 110 I’m Here

Translator: Gilbert

“You don’t have to refuse me so quickly.” Song Huaiqi interrupted him. “Think about it carefully and tell me when you make up your mind.”

“He doesn’t need to think about it.” Suddenly, a low shout came from the door.

Yan Chuyang froze and quickly looked at the door.

Wei Qing strode over with his long legs and stooped to feel Yan Chuyang’s forehead, saying softly, “Sorry, I’m late.”

Yan Chuyang’s heart tremble and he looked away awkwardly. He shook off Wei Qing’s hand and sniffed. His eyes turned red.

“Don’t be afraid,” Wei Qing whispered as he caressed Yan Chuyang’s ear. “I’m here now.”

“What’s the use of coming now?” Song Huaiqi interrupted him coldly, “Is it too late? He almost died, and you come so late. When he was running a fever, where were you?”

Wei Qing turned around and suppressed his desire to kill Song Huaiqi, who was sitting next to the bed. He looked at Song Huaiqi and said coldly,

“Mr. Song, you are so good at alienating us.”

Song Huaiqi paused.  “What do you mean?”

Wei Qing suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him up, saying with gloomy eyes, “What’s your relationship with Yan Chuyang? How come you help him find a house? I’m telling you the truth. Yan Chuyang is mine and he will not go anywhere else. He will only stay in my sight.”

Song Huaiqi sneered as he shook off Wei Qing’s hand and straightened his ruffled tie. “How ridiculous! Yan Chuyang is yours? What do you think of him? An item? ”

“What does it have to do with you?” Wei Qing growled.

“Stop arguing!” Yan Chuyang clenched his fists and shouted with a white face, “This is the hospital. If you have any grudges, please go outside and settle them.”

“I won’t argue with him.” Wei Qing quickly turned around and sat down at the edge of the bed. He gently caressed Yan Chuyang’s chest as he whispered, “Don’t be angry. You’re still sick. You don’t have to be angry about this evil guy.”

Song Huaiqi’s mouth twitched.

This was the first time he had seen someone who could change the way he talked so quickly.

A moment ago, Wei Qing was arguing with him with veins bulging all over his neck, but now this guy was apologizing gently to Yan Chuyang.

How absurd!

Yan Chuyang flung Wei Qing’s hand away with a cold face, “I’m not angry with Senior. He is not an evil man.”

Wei Qing’s eyes darkened, and he said coldly, “You’re sick now. I don’t want to argue with you.”

Yan Chuyang looked away, “Senior saved me. If it weren’t for him, I would’ve died of fever.”

Wei Qing’s heart ached, and he tightened his throat. “Don’t talk about death.”

“It is the truth!” Yan Chuyang stared at Wei Qing with his black eyes and gritted his teeth.

“I called you when I felt most terrible. My head was dizzy and I couldn’t get up. I wanted you to take me to the hospital, but you said you were busy and refused me. Wei Qing, I don’t want to say anything else because I know that I’m only an outsider compared with Shen Shimin. You have no obligation to take care of me, but now you come and accuse Senior. What? Do you think no one is allowed to save me and I should die alone in the dormitory?”

Wei Qing paused for a long while before he said, “I didn’t mean that…”

Yan Chuyang sighed, “You can leave now. Leave me alone.”

Wei Qing shook his head. “I’m not leaving.”

“What are you doing here?”

Wei Qing pursed his lips and said with a trembling voice, “I’m scared.”

He was afraid that once he went out, Yan Chuyang would suddenly run a high fever again like this afternoon.

Just now, he went to see Yan Chuyang’s attending doctor, who said that Yan Chuyang might suffer meningitis if he was late for a while.

When he heard the word ‘meningitis’, Wei Qing was so regretful that he wanted to hit himself against the wall.

It was his fault. He didn’t think too much. He thought that Yan Chuyang had the same fever as last time when he ate barbecue. His fever would be gone with physical cooling. He didn’t expect it to be so serious.

Yan Chuyang turned his face away and gritted his teeth, “You don’t need to pretend.”

Wei Qing’s eyes glinted, and he said sadly, “Yan Chuyang, you’re like stabbing me with a knife.”

Yan Chuyang looked down and said sullenly, “Don’t pretend to be a victim here.”

“I am a victim to begin with.” Wei Qing’s face turned ferocious and he said loudly, “Do you know how terrible I felt when Wei Yuan said that you fainted because of the fever? I wished I could fly to you. If I can take the pain away from you, I’m willing to have the fever a hundred times. Every minute and every second that I spent outside was torturous. I thought everything would be fine after I come to you, but I didn’t expect…”

Wei Qing paused and glanced at Song Huaiqi coldly. “I didn’t expect someone to take this chance to alienate us.”

Yan Chuyang punched the blanket. “What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Ain’t I telling the truth?” Wei Qing stared at Yan Chuyang “You should stay with me, but this man offers to find a house for you. How ridiculous! What is he to do that?”

“Wei Qing!” Yan Chuyang gritted his teeth and whispered, “I will move out of your house sooner or later.”

When Wei Qing’s father’s surgery was over, and when they “got divorced”, Wei Qing would chase Yan Chuyang away even if he didn’t want to go.

Wei Qing trembled. He paused and said with gloomy eyes. “What do you mean? Do you want me to remind you what the relationship is between the two of us? Yan Chuyang, why are you moving out?”

Yan Chuyang pursed his lips and didn’t speak.

Song Huaiqi said coldly, “What’s the relationship between the two of you? Aren’t you just cousins? I have never heard that cousins must live together.”

“Shut up!” Wei Qing turned his head and roared, “I told you that Yan Chuyang and I are not relatives. We can do anything we like!”

Song Huaiqi was so angry that he turned livid, but he stifled his anger in Yan Chuyang’s presence. He snorted coldly and went to the window, looking out at the darkness in silence.