Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

134. I Will Block You

Translator: Upitome

“So?” A trace of sinisterness flashed through Wei Qing’s eyes. “You two have appointed to go to Japan together when the competition is over, haven’t you?”

“There’s no such appointment,” Yan Chuyang scratched the back of his head awkwardly and said, “He only mentioned it twice to me and said that he really hoped I could win the competition and then go with him together. Just mentioning…”

“Stop it!” Wei Qing roared suddenly, interrupting him.

Yan Chuyang froze with a stunned face.

“Hoo——” Wei Qing let out a deep breath, like a stabbed beast. He paced back and forth around Yan Chuyang with gloomy eyes, then pinched his hands on Yan Chuyang’s waist. He was  surrounded by tense and oppressive air.

“What’s wrong with you?” Yan Chuyang came over anxiously, “Are you not feeling well? You look terrible.”

“Yan Chuyang,” Wei Qing suddenly raised his hands and patted on the boy’s shoulder. “Listen to me, can we…not participate in this contest for the time being…?”

The air fell silent for two seconds.

Seeing the seriousness in Wei Qing’s eyes, Yan Chuyang couldn’t help but laughed and shook his head, swinging off Wei Qing’s arm and showing a helpless smile, “What kind of joke is this early in the morning?”

“I’m not joking with you…”

“Ahh, stop it,” Yan Chuyang interrupted him anxiously. He took the bag from Wei Qing’s hand and checked it through. After confirming that he had everything with him, he looked up to say,

“It’s getting late. I don’t have time to talk some nonsense to you now. I’ll talk to you when the competition is over. Now I’m gonna catch the bus first.”

After that, Yan Chuyang hurriedly put his bag on his back and walked out of the living room.

Wei Qing stood there still, staring at his back until it disappeared, leaving him with somber eyes.

At ten o’clock, the contest started.

The contestants were asked to draw a comic with no less than eight scenarios with the topic given by the examiner on the spot.

Before the topic was given, Yan Chuyang was still very nervous. But he instantly relaxed after the chief examiner showed what was on the board.

It was to design a romantic story about “first love”.

He had prepared for this topic before the contest.

This contest was a large-scale international event which was held once a year in June. Before the contest, Yan Chuyang had collected all the topics in the previous competitions and studied them carefully. After comparing and selecting, he roughly speculated on several possible topics.

And the topic “first love” just fell within the range of his speculation.

He had done a lot of preparation before the competition, from collecting materials to conceptualizing the framework. And he had almost rehearsed the whole process, so he was very confident about it.

“Ring——” the buzzer went off and the contest started.

Yan Chuyang confidently picked up the paintbrush and depicted on the paper the inspiration he had conceived before the contest.

Five hours had passed in a flash.

The examiner went down to collect the finished works from all the contestants.

When Yan Chuyang handed out his drawing papers, his whole body and mind relaxed all of a sudden.

He did very well.

He did his best in both the depiction and the structure of the plot. The apprehension before the contest disappeared without a trace, leaving only peace and calmness.

There were a total of eighty-seven contestants and he was confident that he could make it to the top three in the finals.

And the bonus——a journey to Japan.

Yan Chuyang’s lips curled in satisfaction. This time, he would definitely win and not let anyone down!

Unlike other competitions, due to its artistic nature, the scoring process of a painting contest was very complicated and required a lot of time to evaluate and analyze the works, so the result of the competition would be informed by mail express after three days.

After the competition, the contestants walked out of the field in twos or threes.

Yan Chuyang didn’t leave. He called Wei Qing immediately and wanted to share the joy of finishing the competition.

“Beep beep beep …” The phone rang for a long time before it was finally picked up.

“Hello? Wei Qing,” the boy shouted excitedly as soon as he heard the phone was picked up.

He got no reply from the other end of the line.

“Wei Qing?” Yan Chuyang called out again.

After a short silence, the man spoke in a cold voice, “Speak.”

Yan Chuyang’s eyes flashed. His originally boiling heart was quenched by this deliberate cold tone.

“I… um…I’m done with the competition,” the boy mumbled.

“And then?”

Yan Chuyang lowered his head and mumbled, “I think I did very well and should be able to make it to the top three.”

“Oh, that’s great,” Wei Qing sneered, “Then I shall wish you a safe journey to Japan in advance.”

Yan Chuyang’s spine was chilled by Wei Qing’s gloomy tone. He whispered, “What’s wrong with you? You seem unhappy.”

“I’m not unhappy,” Wei Qing said casually, “Why would I be unhappy? What does your competition have to do with me? I’m very busy and have no time for your shitty things.”

Shitty things.

The boy’s face turned pale when he heard the words. He was silent for a long time before he said with a slightly trembling voice, “You’re in a bad mood right now. I won’t care what you’ve said.”

“Huh, you don’t care? Yan Chuyang, when have you ever cared?”

“What on earth is wrong with you?” The boy said weakly, “The competition is over. I just want to thank you, for helping me so much. If it weren’t for your encouragement, I wouldn’t have…”

“Mr. Yan,” Wei Qing interrupted him coldly, “You seemed to misunderstand something. Why would I help you? Me as the boss who pays you, and you as a staff who takes what I give you, the two of us are purely in an employment relationship and we’re not even friends. What are you thinking about? How could you feel so good about yourself as to think that I will help an outsider like you?”

“Wei Qing!”

“I’m very busy and I’m gonna hang up. One more thing, Mr. Yan,” the man paused and said in a serious tone, “This is my personal number. If you continue to bother me like this with this kind of petty things, I will block you.”

Then, the man hung up.

Listening to the beeping sound on the other end of the phone, Yan Chuyang seemed to have lost his soul and he kept holding the phone in the same position, frozen in a daze.