Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

132. Happy Birthday

Translator: ppon707

When Yan Chuyang unzipped his bag and saw the black gift box that contained a belt, he smacked himself on the back of the head and muttered, “I’m so sad that I forgot to give him his birthday gift.”

Yan Chuyang looked up at the clock on the wall.

It was almost half past eleven; he only had thirty minutes left.

Yan Chuyang took the gift box out of his bag. However, as he took it out, he stuffed it back.

They two were in a quarrel downstairs just now. Was it appropriate to give him the birthday gift at this time?

Moreover, would Wei Qing accept his gift?

As Wei Yuan said before, Wei Qing always thought his birthday was a ridiculous day, so he never celebrate it. He would get angry if others celebrated it for him.

Wei Yuan also said that when he was little, he didn’t know that Wei Qing was so sensitive to birthday. On Wei Qing’s birthday, Wei Yuan gifted him a plane model. Wei Qing berated him with fury, and even smashed the gift in front of his parents.

Yan Chuyang’s heart skipped a beat as he glazed at the nicely packed gift box. He thought if he knocked on the door and wake Wei Qing up late night only to give him the gift and to say happy birthday to him, would Wei Qing kill him?

“Ah!” Yan Chuyang hurriedly shook his head and threw the scary idea away. He shoved the gift back into his big, zipped the bag and threw it to the bedside table.

“Let it go.” The boy thought, lay back and pulled the covers over his head. The competition would start tomorrow. At this crucial moment, it would be better for him to stay in a good mood. He believed he shouldn’t mess with Wei Qing and brought trouble for himself.

He knew that even a word from Wei Qing could have a fatal impact on him.

Yan Chuyang closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and got his mind out of worries.

The clock was ticking in the bedroom, drifting him out of consciousness. The boy’s breath became more and more steadily and he finally fell asleep.

Half an hour later, the bedroom door suddenly opened quietly.

Wei Qing walked in his cotton slippers and saw the boy wrapped himself tightly. He frowned and paced to the bedside gently. He pulled the quilt down to reveal the boy’s pale red face.

“You fool,” Wei Qing touched the tip of the boy’s nose, which was so smooth. He whispered, “Are you going to suffocate yourself to death by bundling up yourself?”

Yan Chuyang frowned uncomfortably, made a sound, and turned to one side.

For fear of affecting his sleep, Wei Qing stared at him for a while, then raised his hand to turn off the bedside lamp and walked outside.Read More at skynovel. org

But before walking out, he heard a soft voice, which was like the sound of a kitten, “Wei Qing…”

The man froze and turned around. In the darkness, Yan Chuyang was still asleep with his eyes closed, not showing any signs of waking up.

Wei Qing laughed. Was he dreaming?

Was this little fool dreaming about arguing with him?

“Wei Qing,” Yan Chuyang mumbled again, “Hm… happy… birthday.”

Wei Qing’s eyes flashed and his face froze.

The clock downstairs made a “clang” sound. It was midnight.

Happy birthday.

Wei Qing smiled bitterly. He forgot that today was his birthday.

Luckily, his stupid dad didn’t call him to congratulate him this year. He must have been so busy in preparing for surgery recently that he didn’t have time.

His father used to be arrogant. On this day every year, his father would come to him with a birthday cake personally.

But what were they celebrating?

Was it a celebration for a nobody, who was born to be a joke?

In fact, Wei Qing couldn’t be said to be “a nobody”. According to Wei Dongsheng, he even paid the surrogate mother one hundred thousand yuan to give birth to Wei Qing.

“I spent one hundred thousand yuan on having a son. It’s worth it!”

Wei Dongsheng had said to him with proud when he got drunk.

He was bought.

In deed, in his eyes, he and Wei Dongsheng were not a family.

He was bought, not born.

Instead of a person with flesh and blood, he was like a product, which was created to satisfy Wei Dongsheng’s desire.

His birthday was the most ridiculous day.

He was only an object that nobody cared about and was created under capitalism. What? A birthday? How ridiculous!

Who would care about the manufacturing date of an item?

Wei Qing let out a long sigh, suppressed the emptiness in his heart, slowly paced to the boy’s bed and crouched down.

“Why did you say ‘Happy Birthday’ to me?” Wei Qing touched the boy’s forehead and whispered, “My birthday is a joke. Everyone who wants to celebrate for me is just to make fun of me.”

It was the thought that Wei Qing always had.

In his eyes, his birthday was a wound and a piece of cloth that covered his shame. All those who mentioned his birthday were to open his wound and reveal his shame.

“How did you know my birthday?” Wei Qing lowered his head, rubbed the tip of the boy’s nose, and whispered, “Why did you say ‘Happy Birthday’ to me? Don’t you know I hate it?”

Yan Chuyang furrowed his brows and rubbed his nose impatiently. He seemed to have heard the man’s whisper and repeated, “Happy birthday…”

Wei Qing’s heart suddenly bumped, his heart palpitating like tiny ants burrowing into his limbs and bones, making his breathing tight.

“Say it again,” Wei Qing lowered his head to kiss Yan Chuyang and muttered, “Say it again. Say ‘Happy Birthday’ to me.”

The boy frowned and closed his eyes uncomfortably. He shook his head to drive away the warm breath on his face.

“Be good,” Wei Qing whispered into his ear, “Say it again, and I’ll leave at once to let you sleep, okay?”

The boy wrinkled his nose and kicked on the quilt corner unhappily.