Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

114. Chapter 114 It’s not My Fault Anyway

Translator: Gilbert

“You didn’t make the bed at all.” Yan Chuyang shouted angrily as soon as he went upstairs, “When I got up, the bed was already like this. The bathrobe hasn’t been folded and the blanket hasn’t been changed. Wei Qing, what were you doing upstairs for so long? Nothing?”

Wei Qing cleared his throat and put Yan Chuyang down, saying seriously, “You don’t have to make a fuss. Just sleep.”

Yan Chuyang let out a long sigh. “But I have a fixation of cleanliness. I can’t sleep in a messy bed.”

The corner of Wei Qing’s mouth twitched, “Your fixation of cleanliness means you always throw the bathrobe around and crumple your blanket?”

Yan Chuyang’s eyes glinted, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. He went to the bed and straightened the blanket. “I… I was in a hurry for school today, so I didn’t have time to make the bed. I usually fold it nicely.” After he spoke, Yan Chuyang looked up and asked in confusion, “Didn’t Nanny Wang come to work today? She had been cleaning my bedroom and helping me make the bed for the past few days.”

Wei Qing felt annoyed and said with a frown, “You’re a young man, and Nanny Wang is a woman. Don’t you feel ashamed if she helps you make the bed?”

Yan Chuyang paused. “What’s wrong with that? I saw her do that for you too.”

“It’s different.” Wei Qing raised his voice, “I don’t have anything on my bed. Your bed is full of your own private things. Is it proper for others to see and touch them?”

Yan Chuyang pursed his mouth and whispered, “What’s wrong with that?”

Wei Qing snorted coldly. He suddenly picked up the bathrobe from the bed and said, “Put away the private things like this in the cupboard. If I see you put them around carelessly, don’t blame me for not warning you!”

Yan Chuyang sneered and snatched the bathrobe from Wei Qing’s hand. He mumbled, “You count the bathrobe as a private thing? I can put my own clothes wherever I want.”

Wei Qing frowned, “I dare you to say one more word.”

Yan Chuyang shuddered and obediently took the bathrobe to the cupboard. He casually folded it and stuffed it to the top before he turned his head and said sullenly, “Are you happy now?”

Wei Qing replied with a stern face, “Go to bed.”

Yan Chuyang flipped the corner of the blanket and took off his slippers. When he sat down, he felt the wetness with his hands.

“What is this?” Yan Chuyang stood up from the bed and shook his hands. “Why is it so wet?”

Wei Qing cleared his throat and looked up at the ceiling with an innocent look on his face.

Yan Chuyang frowned and stooped to touch the bed sheets again. After confirming that the bed sheets were completely soaked, he looked up at Wei Qing in confusion, “Wei Qing, did you spill water on my bed?”

“I didn’t.” Wei Qing immediately retorted, “I’ve been helping you make the bed since I came up. I never saw the water. I don’t know, I don’t know!”

Yan Chuyang stared at him with astonishment and said, “It’s fine you don’t know. Why are you so agitated?”

Actually, Yan Chuyang was just asking rather than blaming. He didn’t believe that Wei Qing would do such ridiculous things like pouring water into his bed.

“I’m not agitated at all.” Wei Qing snorted and tugged at his collar. He walked to the window and stared at the dark sky. “It has nothing to do with me. Don’t blame it on me.”

Yan Chuyang pursed his lips and didn’t say anything. He glanced at the bedside table and saw the empty glass. He frowned in surprise, “Why is the water in the glass gone?”

Wei Qing turned his head. “You must have spilled the water on the bed when you got up in the morning.”

“Impossible.” Yan Chuyang frowned, “I got dressed and went downstairs for the water. If I had spilled it, I would have seen it.”

“Then I don’t know.” Wei Qing shrugged, “I’m not my fault anyway.”

Yan Chuyang sighed, “It’s not a matter of whose fault it is now. Where shall I sleep tonight?”

Wei Qing’s heart skipped a beat, and he said with feigned indifference, “Yeah, it’s so wet, and you are sick. You definitely can’t sleep in this bed.”

“Then what shall I do?” Yan Chuyang looked at Wei Qing in bewilderment.

Wei Qing cleared his throat and looked away. “How do I know?…”

‘Beg me, beg me to allow you to sleep with me!’

Yan Chuyang sighed helplessly and turned to look at the bed, muttering, “How about… I’ll sleep somewhere else.”

Wei Qing echoed, “Yeah, you should sleep somewhere else. However, there are only two bedrooms in the house. One is yours, and the other is mine. Since you can’t sleep in your room, where can you go to sleep now?”

‘Beg me, beg me to allow you to sleep in my bedroom!”

Yan Chuyang pursed his lips. He suddenly picked up the pillow and placed it at the end of the bed. After that, he ran to the cupboard and took out a small square blanket. He spread it over the wet part in the center of the bed and straightened himself up, smiling. “In this way, I can sleep here. I’ll sleep at the other end of the bed, and I’ll place my feet on the wet part. I shouldn’t feel anything after I put a blanket on it.”

Wei Qing’s face instantly darkened.

He had made so many hints and subtle invitations, but Yan Chuyang didn’t get any of them.

Or he got them all, but he just pretended not to understand, as he didn’t want to sleep with Wei Qing at all.

Wei Qing gritted his teeth and snorted coldly inwardly. ‘He doesn’t know what he should do. He clearly knows that he is married, but he thinks he is still single and can sleep wherever he likes.’

Wei Qing walked to the bed with a cold face and took away the blanket. He didn’t hide his aim anymore and said with a straight face, “Go downstairs to sleep in my room. From today, you shall sleep with me.”

Yan Chuyang froze for a while before he said in disbelief, “What did you say?”

“Can’t you understand?” Wei Qing’s patience was exhausted. He had the urge to tie Yan Chuyang in front of him directly on the bed, “From today onwards, you have to sleep with me.”

Yan Chuyang swallowed and whispered, “Why?”

“Because your bed is wet!”

“But it’ll be dry tomorrow…”

“I don’t care if it will dry or not!” Wei Qing roared. Looking at the startled eyes of Yan Chuyang, he cursed in a low voice. He took a deep breath and tried to suppress his anger. After he calmed down, he said, “This bedroom will be changed into a guest room in a few days. I think it’s a waste if you sleep alone here.”

Yan Chuyang’s face turned pale. He looked down and pinched his pants. “You are not even giving me a bedroom now?”

“Yes!” Wei Qing said flatly, “Do you know how expensive my bedroom is? I suffer a loss since you live here without paying the rent or bills.”

Yan Chuyang pursed his lips and muttered sadly, “I thought I don’t have to think that much after we got married.”

‘Of course you don’t have to think that much!” Wei Qing roared inwardly at sight of his sad face. “You are priceless. This damn house is nothing compared with you. If you want to have it, I’ll have the name of the owner changed tomorrow.”

However, he didn’t show his emotions. Instead, he pulled a long face.

“I’m informing you now. You don’t have the right to refuse.” Wei Qing said in a deep voice, “I’ve already started designing this bedroom, so tonight, you move downstairs and sleep with me.”

Yan Chuyang lowered his head in depression. The atmosphere in the room was tense.

Feeling his sadness, Wei Qing’s heart tightened. He leaned towards Yan Chuyang and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at his eyes. “Why don’t you look at me? Are you angry?”

Yan Chuyang shook his head and looked away with dim eyes.

Wei Qing held him in his arms with distress and patted him on the shoulder, saying softly, “What’s wrong? You don’t want to live downstairs, do you? Do you feel upset because I yelled at you just now?”

Yan Chuyang shook his head and leaned against Wei Qing’s chest. “I think I’m useless.”

Wei Qing’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, “What are you talking about? Why do you say that?”

Yan Chuyang sighed and said in depression, “When I was a freshman, I said that when I got married, I had to earn a lot of money and buy a house and a car for the person I like. I wanted to support him and make him happy. Now two years have passed and I’m a junior, but I’m still relying on you. Without you, I don’t even have a place to go…”

Yan Chuyang’s voice got lower as he spoke, and in the end, he choked.

“It’s fine.” Wei Qing hugged him tightly and touched the back of Yan Chuyang’s head, saying gently, “Why are you so stupid? You’re still young, but you’re very good. You draw well and you got into a university. You haven’t worked yet. How can you earn money so quickly?”

“But…” Yan Chuyang looked up and put his chin on Wei Qing’s chest. He said softly, “I don’t have money. I always feel that I’m not excellent enough. I always think that…”

‘I always think that I’m not worthy of you.’

Wei Qing smiled and pinched Yan Chuyang’s chin. “How can money define the excellence of a man? You are good-natured. You study hard and you draw well. It’s just not time for you to earn money. Don’t stress yourself too much.”