Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

124. I’ve Never Thought That Before

Translator: ppon707

No sooner had the boy said it than he turned around and walked upstairs.

Yan Chuyang felt his heart was empty. He also thought that he was being unreasonable. They were getting along very well, and why did he ask for trouble and mention that woman? But he couldn’t help it.

Memory and gender were like a string in his mind. Whenever he felt that he was a step closer to Wei Qing, or that Wei Qing was accepting more of him, the string would get so tightened that he couldn’t even breathe.

When Wei Qing stared at Yan Chuyang with a gentle smile, and told him to be good, and that he would adore him, Yan Chuyang couldn’t help but ask, “If Shen Shimin and I were to stand in front of you, who would you pick?”

Who would he pick?

The answer was so clear and obvious.

One was Wei Qing’s first love that he had loved for about eight years, while the other was Wei Qing’s “partner” who he had known for only a few months.

One was a normal relationship Wei Qing felt most familiar with, while the other was homosexuality that Wei Qing hated.

With a little ingenuity, Yan Chuyang could tell what Wei Qing’s choice would be.

Yan Chuyang tried to restrain himself from thinking. He acted dumb and tried to forget about Shen Shimin’s existence, but how was that possible?

If Shen Shimin didn’t come back, Yan Chuyang could still deceive himself. But now that Shen Shimin had come back, and she lived less than 50km away from Wei Qing. She could be here by taxi whenever she wanted.

In other words, they could get back together in a second if they wanted.

“Slam!” The bedroom door was closed.

The mask that Yan Chuyang was wearing to pretend everything was fine for a whole day could finally be removed. Yan Chuyang let out a long sigh, powerlessly slid down the door and fell to the ground.

What to do? Should he continue to like him?

Could this unbearable love last?

Actually, Yan Chuyang admired his own endurance from the bottom of his heart.

He smiled at Wei Qing every day, but only he knew how panicked he was. There were times when he often had nightmares. He didn’t dare look into Wei Qing’s eyes, because he always felt that as he was told by Wei Qing that he would be loved, Wei Qing would change his face next second and tell him, “The fake relationship between us is over. From now on, please move away from my house.”

Yan Chuyang smiled bitterly and scratched his hair helplessly. His endurance was really good in deed. In such a panic, he could still smile at Wei Qing as if there was nothing wrong.

“Let it be.” The boy closed his eyes and said to himself in his heart, “Don’t expose it or say it. Just let it be at the moment. Don’t ever think about what will happen next.” After all, for now, Wei Qing was still his.

Yan Chuyang had been sitting upstairs all the time, but Wei Qing didn’t call him. Perhaps he felt that they just had a quarrel and it would be awkward for them to meet. At about eight o’clock in the evening, Nanny Wang was downstairs and asked Yan Chuyang to go downstairs to have dinner.

Yan Chuyang was in a bad mood and didn’t want to see Wei Qing at this time, so he didn’t go downstairs. He just said that he didn’t want to eat.

When Wei Qing came out of the bathroom, Nanny Wang was looking at a table with dishes in embarrassment.

“Mr. Wei,” Nanny Wang went over when she saw Wei Qing come out. “What should we do now? Chuyang refuses to eat.”

Wei Qing let out a long breath, threw the towel in his hand onto the sofa and said, “Nanny Wang, there’s nothing else for you to do here. You may leave now.”

Nanny Wang nodded, took off the apron, and then left the living room.

When Nanny Wang was out, Wei Qing turned to the kitchen. He took out a plate, walked over to the dining table, and picked some dishes that Yan Chuyang liked. He served the dishes with a bowl of rice upstairs.

Wei Qing turned the knob and opened the door. It was unlocked.

Lying on the side of the bed, Yan Chuyang huddled himself up and fell asleep with his head covered.

Wei Qing trod to the boy lightly, put the dishes on the bedside table, and squatted down to remove the blanket that covered his face.

The boy’s eyes were tightly shut as if he was sleeping soundly with a shallow breath.

Wei Qing raised his hand to touch Yan Chuyang’s frowning eyebrows and said in a very light voice, “I know you are not sleeping. Anyway, get up and have some food. If you don’t, your stomach will be upset at night.”

Yan Chuyang didn’t say anything. His mouth pursed tightly, and his fair little face blushed from being covered in the blanket. Looking at the pitiful face, Wei Qing was distressed.

Wei Qing sighed and frowned, “I didn’t feel unhappy about the mention of Shen Shimin. I just didn’t want you to have anything to do with her. You are mine. I don’t get it. Why do you have to mention others again and again while we get along with each other? First is Song Huaiqi, then is Shen Shimin. Can’t we talk about other things except for them?”

The boy’s eyelashes trembled as if he was about to wake up.

Wei Qing leaned down and kissed the boy’s eyes in a depressed manner. He murmured in a low voice, “Sometimes you seem upset, as if being with me makes you uneasy.”

Yan Chuyang felt his nose was sour. He suddenly turned his back on the man and said in a hoarse voice, “Wei Qing, can we stop meeting each other for the time being?”

“No.” Wei Qing rejected without hesitation.

“Then let’s stop kissing.”

“Huh, are you kidding?”

“I’m not joking with you,” Yan Chuyang suddenly turned around and stared at the person in front of him. “I’ve been in a mess recently. I don’t know how to face you. So could we stop carrying out the kissing contract for now?”

Wei Qing’s face darkened. Silent for a long time, he said coldly, “You don’t want to kiss me for now, or you don’t want to kiss me forever?”

Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes, “For now.”

Wei Qing’s eyes flashed with sharpness. After a long while, he squeezed out a sentence from his mouth, “Do you think I want to kiss you so badly?”

The boy’s face turned pale and his fingers pinched the quilt. “That’s not what I mean.”

Wei Qing sneered, “Yan Chuyang, don’t think too highly of yourself. Do you think kissing you is a very enjoyable thing? Do you think I’m rushing to kiss you? Don’t be ridiculous.”