Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

133. Could You Skip the Competition?

Translator: 怀旧

Seeing Yan Chuyang’s eyelashes tremble faster, Wei Qing couldn’t bear to bother him anymore. The competition tomorrow was so important, so it was better for Yan Chuyang to sleep more.

“Alright,” Wei Qing touched Yan Chuyang’s forehead and said softly, “If you don’t want to say it again, then sleep tight. I won’t bother you anymore.”

Then, bending down his body, Wei Qing kissed Yan Chuyang on his soft lips and said in a hoarse voice, “Good night.”

Pulling the quilt up for Yan Chuyang, Wei Qing stood up and walked out.

At seven in the morning.

Yan Chuyang was woken up by his alarm.

When he opened his eyes, his heart suddenly tightened. Today was the day of the painting contest, and the day he would prove himself to Wei Qing.

Ah! ! ! He was so nervous!

If he won the competition, he would be able to pay back the money that Wei Qing had donated to him. Then the relationship between the two of them would not be about giving and being given, sympathy and charity.

He could pursue Wei Qing without any psychological burden.

Yan Chuyang let out a long breath. He thought with great ambition,’Today is destined to be an extraordinary day.’

By the time he came out of the bathroom, Wei Qing had already laid the breakfast on the table.

Yan Chuyang wiped his wet face with a towel and walked to the dining table, saying, “You’re up early today.”

Wei Qing mumbled, took the towel in Yan Chuyang’s hand and wiped his wet hair, saying, “You are going to have a competition today and I was afraid you would be late, so I got up at half past five to prepare breakfast.”

Yan Chuyang was touched by these words, then he said as he twisted the dining table cloth with his fingers, “The competition is at ten o’clock. It’s only seven now. There’s no hurry.”

“I want you to have an early breakfast even if you’re not in a hurry. I’m afraid you’ll be nervous.”

Yan Chuyang’s ears reddened and his head drooped down, and then he said, “Thank you.”

“Don’t misunderstand,” Wei Qing snorted coldly, “It’s not because I like you, I just think that you’re married to me, and if anyone knew how badly you lost the competition, I’d be embarrassed.”

Yan Chuyang’s eyes darkened and his shoulders loosened, then whispered, “Don’t worry, I won’t embarrass you.”

“Then have some breakfast,” Throwing the towel onto the coffee table next to him, Wei Qing sat down beside Yan Chuyang, saying, “It’s important to store your energy before the competition. You must eat a lot.”

Yan Chuyang nodded and picked up his chopsticks to start eating.

Wei Qing stood up, scooped a bowl of soup beside Yan Chuyang and sat down to peel the shrimp for him.

Yan Chuyang liked to eat seafood, but he was impatient. When eating shrimp, he often made a mess when peeling the shell, and even ate the shrimp without peeling all the shells.

Normally, Wei Qing would not do these things for Yan Chuyang, but he knew that Yan Chuyang was going to the competition today. Although Yan Chuyang didn’t say anything, Wei Qing could tell that he was nervous and anxious.

He couldn’t ease Yan Chuyang’s anxiety, so he could only try to make him feel better by doing such small matters for him.

“That’s pretty enough,” Looking at the peeled shrimp piled up in the bowl, Yan Chuyang frowned, “That’s too much and it’s enough for me. The meal is getting cold. You should eat now.”

“I’ll eat later,” Wei Qing stood up, wiped his hands with a tissue from the table and continued, “I’ll go upstairs and pack your backpack. Are your items for the contest still upstairs?”

Yan Chuyang nodded, “The admission letter and some identifications for my competition are placed on the bedside table. You can see them as soon as you enter the room. Help me put them in my bag.”

Wei Qing nodded and walked upstairs.

When Yan Chuyang woke up in the morning, in case Wei Qing would find out the birthday present he bought for him, Yan Chuyang took the belt out of his backpack, hid it in the bedside table and piled the odds and ends in his bag on the table.

When Wei Qing entered the room, he saw a bunch of things scattered on the table.

They were tissues, ID card, admission letter, a few brushes and pocket money.

Wei Qing sighed and frowned helplessly. He picked up the backpack on the bed, unzipped it and started to arrange the items on the table into different compartments of the backpack.

As he was packing up, he saw the admission letter at hand.

Wei Qing casually opened the admission letter, wanting to see if there was a picture of Yan Chuyang inside. However, just as he opened it, the introduction of the competition’s patron company printed at the bottom of the admission letter suddenly came into his view.

Among the dozens of different companies, on the bottom line of the introductions was:

Competition Partner: The corporate juridical person of “Great Real Estate”: Song Huaiqi.

Song Huaiqi?

Wei Qing’s pupils suddenly shrunk and his fingers holding the admission ticket tightened.

When Wei Qing went downstairs with the backpack, Yan Chuyang had already finished breakfast and was nervously sitting on the sofa thinking about the theme of painting that might appear during today’s competition.

Hearing the footsteps, Yan Chuyang turned his head, frowned at Wei Qing and complained, “Why do you come downstairs so late? I’m worried to death. It’s already past eight and you’ve been packing for half an hour.”

Yan Chuyang stood up from the sofa and quickly walked to Wei Qing’s side. He raised his hand to grab the backpack in Wei Qing’s hand, but Wei Qing’s grip was so tight that he couldn’t get the backpack.

“What are you doing?” Yan Chuyang raised his head in astonishment, pulled his backpack again and said, “Give me my bag. I need to make sure I have everything.”

“Yan Chuyang?” Staring at him, Wei Qing suddenly said, “Song Huaiqi’s company is one of the partners of this competition. Do you know that?”

Yan Chuyang was stunned. He nodded while saying, “I know. Great Real Estate. Senior has mentioned it to me.”

“Huh,” Wei Qing sneered and continued, “He’s a real estate businessman, then why would he suddenly invest in a comic competition? He must have known that you were participating and invested in this competition because of you, right?

“What?!” Yan Chuyang’s expression changed and he hurriedly refuted, “Senior just wants to go to Japan. He said he was very interested in comics and wanted to visit a Japanese manga studio. A few days ago, he told me that he was looking forward to going to Japan with the contestants after the competition.”

“Going to Japan?”

“Yes,” Yan Chuyang pursed his lips and said, “I’ve told you before; not only will the winner of this competition get a high bonus, he also has a chance to visit the best manga studios there.”