Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

112. Chapter 112 Only He Can Take Advantage of Him

Translator: Gilbert

“I know!” Wei Qing shrugged innocently. “But Chuyang is cuter in bed than girls.”

Song Huaiqi’s expression changed suddenly. He grabbed Wei Qing’s collar and raised his fist to hit Wei Qing. Wei Qing quickly moved backwards to avoid the attack, grabbed Song Huaiqi’s shoulders and pushed him away.

Song Huaiqi stumbled against the wall behind him.

Wei Qing straightened his collar and said with a gloomy expression, “This is the hospital. If you want to fight, pick a time and we’ll have a good fight. But now my wife is still sick. I’m sorry, but I don’t have the mood to fight you for the time being.”

“Wei Qing!” Song Huaiqi growled, “You are despicable! Yan Chuyang is young and you take advantage of him. You’re a villain!”

Wei Qing grinned. “Mr. Song, you’re a gentleman, but what do you get? In the end, you can’t even touch my wife’s hair.”

“I treat him with sincerity!”

Sincerity? Wei Qing’s eyes turned fierce and he said coldly, “Song Huaiqi, let me tell you the truth. Since we got married, Yan Chuyang and I have been sleeping in the same bed every day. I guess you understand.” Wei Qing narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully, “We have strong desires at our age. Chuyang is so beautiful that it’s impossible for me to just hug him in bed, right?”

Song Huaiqi looked at Wei Qing in disbelief. “Wei Qing, how could you do this?”

Although he had not worked with Wei Qing, he had heard that Wei Qing was gentle and elegant in smart clothes. People in Song City knew that Wei Qing was a gentleman in the fashion industry.

However, this refined man turned out to be a monster.

Wei Qing smiled. “I didn’t use to do this, but I can’t help it when I see Chuyang.”

He straightened his collar and said, “Today I’ve explained everything clearly to you. I told you that we were cousins because I cared about Chuyang’s feelings. I’m sorry for misleading you.”

Song Huaiqi clenched his hands into fists. “Do you think I will give up?”

Wei Qing frowned. “I don’t care if you give up or not. He is mine now. Do I need to be afraid of you as the third person?”

Song Huaiqi’s face turned livid with anger, but he couldn’t retort.

Wei Qing raised his hand to look at his watch and said, “It’s getting late. I’m going to take Chuyang back home. He’s afraid of darkness. I’m afraid he would not sleep well if I don’t hold him.”

After he spoke, Wei Qing turned to wallked towards the ward. After a short while, he looked back at Song Huaiqi and said, “Yan Chuyang is a student, and I don’t want anyone to know about our marriage. If you really treat him as a friend, shut your mouth and keep what I said today to yourself.”

Song Huaiqi gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence after a while, “Don’t worry. I’m different from you. I’m not that despicable.”

Wei Qing chuckled softly. “Thank you. You’re such an honest man.”

Song Huaiqi’s shoulders trembled at the words, and his face slightly distorted.

Wei Qing turned around and strode forward. The smile on his face froze, replaced by impatience and worry.

He had underestimated Song Huaiqi’s persistence.

He thought that Song Huaiqi would give up if he told him about his marriage with Yan Chuyang, but he had not expected him to be so stubborn. Even though Song Huaiqi knew about the truth, he still would not give up.

What a reckless and blind man!

If he had not been in the hospital, he would have beaten Song Huaiqi up. He was just afraid that Yan Chuyang would think he was violent and would hate him.

Wei Qing clenched his fists tightly, and anger surged inside his body.

In fact, he should be glad.

Yan Chuyang had known Song Huaiqi for three or four years. Thanks to the ‘gentleman demeanor’ of Song Huaiqi, he did not take advantage of Yan Chuyang. If Song Huaiqi had had the ulterior motive, he would have easily tempted Yan Chuyang, who was young and simple.

Thankfully, he married Yan Chuyang without any demur. Now that he was guarding Yan Chuyang, no one would take advantage of his lover.

Only Wei Qing could take advantage of him.

When Wei Qing entered the ward, the room was quiet. Yan Chuyang had already removed the needle. It was probably a nurse who had come in midway to help him take the IV drip away.

The boy closed his eyes and held a magazine in his hand. He breathed steadily in his sleep. He looked pale from the sickness.

Wei Qing sat down at the edge of the bed. He took out the magazine and put it on the table, then he held Yan Chuyang’s wrist.

Yan Chuyang had just taken a shot, and there was a bandage on the back of his hand. Wei Qing’s heart ached. He gently took Yan Chuyang’s hand and took it to his mouth, kissing it. He whispered, “Does it hurt?”

Yan Chuyang’s skin was delicate and his blood vessels were very thin. He must have felt it hurt when he took a shot.

Wei Qing felt depressed and regretted, wishing to hit himself against the wall again.

It was all his fault. If he had taken Yan Chuyang’s fever seriously and carried him to the hospital earlier, his illness wouldn’t have been delayed. Yan Chuyang wouldn’t have had the fever for so long, and he definitely wouldn’t have taken the shot.

Wei Qing felt extremely guilty.

After he kissed Yan Chuyang’s palm twice, Wei Qing tucked his hands quietly in the blanket and watched Yan Chuyang sleep in silence.

Perhaps Yan Chuyang was too pretty, so he looked lovely even though he lay there with his eyes closed.

Yan Chuyang was delicate and fair like jade. His face was small with beatiful features. His nose was straight, his lips red, and his eyelashes long. He was pretty, but he was not girlish. He was as lovely as a small animal, which touched Wei Qing’s heart.

Wei Qing sighed at Yan Chuyang’s slightly trembling nose. How could he be so good-looking?

He was stifling the desire to kiss Yan Chuyang, afraid to disturb his rest. But the more he looked at him, the more flustered he felt. Yan Chuyang was so charming at the age of nineteen. Wouldn’t he become more attractive when he grew older and got refined?

Wei Qing’s heart tightened. He stooped slightly and gently rubbed against the tip of Yan Chuyang’s nose. He said softly, “You look so good. Are you trying to seduce others? Fortunately, I married you early.”

After saying this, Wei Qing moved his mouth down and pecked gently on Yan Chuyang’s tender lips. He sighed, “What should I do? You are so lovely and sweet that I can’t be relieved even though we are married.”

Yan Chuyang was popular. After Wei Qing drove Song Huaiqi away, there would be other men.

He hated that he could not announce their marriage. Even though he had married Yan Chuyang, he could not bring him out and tell others, “Stop dreaming. He’s married to me. He is mine.”

Yan Chuyang didn’t want others to know that they were married. No matter how much Wei Qing desired, he had to keep this secret. He didn’t want to hurt Yan Chuyang.

Wei Qing sighed softly and gently pecked on Yan Chuyang’s lips again. He was thinking of easing his own depression with a small kiss. However, it suddenly occurred to him that Song Huaiqi must have seen Yan Chuyang sleeping since he took the latter to the hospital.

This idea enraged him.

Yan Chuyang was so lovely like an innocent child in his sleep that a self-disciplined man like him couldn’t help wishing to strip him and kiss him all over, let along Song Huaiqi, who was so filthy!

Song Huaiqi had always had evil intention with Yan Chuyang. If he saw Yan Chuyang sleeping, he would definitely think of something nasty.

Wei Qing felt angry when he thought that the person he treasured was the illusion of another man. He stooped and kissed fiercely on Yan Chuyang’s lips. He skillfully moved his tongue upwards from the corner of the mouth and and slowly licked the fair tip of the nose.

The soft and supple skin relived his anxiety and panic a bit.

Yan Chuyang woke up from the deep sleep by such disturbance.

He opened his eyes in a daze. When he saw that it was Wei Qing, he raised his hand and pushed Wei Qing’s shoulder, saying vaguely, “Don’t kiss me. I can’t breathe.”

Seeing that he was awake, Wei Qing didn’t hesitate. He bit the tip of Yan Chuyang’s nose and said, “I didn’t kiss your mouth. How could you not breathe?”

Yan Chuyang slapped his arm and squinted in pain. “You kissed my nose and pressed me hard. You want to suffocate me!”

Wei Qing moved back and stroked Yan Chuyang’s chest. “Your lung is not strong, nor is your stomach. You are weak. Yan Chuyang, which part left on your body is good?”

Yan Chuyang narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, “I am eighteen cm.”

Wei Qing couldn’t help laughing. “Yes, you are only good in that way.”