Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

136. Disgusting

Translator: Bryan

Yan Chuyang exhaled wearily and stroked the amulet beneath his clothes on his chest.

He didn’t have a clue what had gone wrong between the two of them again.

He was baffled as to why Wei Qing had suddenly said those words. Wei Qing was so worried about him last night and even made him breakfast and helped him pack his backpack this morning.

If Wei Qing really disliked him and regarded him as a stranger, why would he do those things that could easily lead to misunderstanding of his intentions?

It was not like that.

Yan Chuyang’s pupils suddenly contracted and he clenched the jade amulet to comfort himself. It must be because Wei Qing had been in a bad mood at that time, or because he’d been too tired from work, or something unpleasant had happened in the company.

Yes! That must be it.

Yan Chuyang sat up from the sofa and, fists clenched, decided that he must not be so dispirited, that he must not completely deny their relationship just because of a couple of remarks of Wei Qing. It was very likely that Wei Qing was faced with a troublesome issue. What he needed to do now was not to lie there dejectedly but to pull himself together to help Wei Qing cheer up!

Yes!

He was encouraging himself when the door suddenly opened.

Wei Qing walked in expressionlessly, leaning against the shoes cabinet at the hall and changing into slippers.

At the sight of the man entering, the boy felt his courage dwindling like a deflating balloon. His originally straight shoulders suddenly drooped.

Well, he had indeed overestimated himself. Having heard those hurtful words, he couldn’t just pretend to be indifferent.

After sitting on the sofa for a few moments, Yan Chuyang gritted his teeth and walked up to Wei Qing slowly. He hesitantly reached out his hand and said in an undertone, “You must’ve had a rough day. Let me help you with the briefcase.”

Wei Qing ignored him. Actually he didn’t even glance at him. Face cold, he skirted around the boy and walked off.

Yan Chuyang’s outstretched arm was held in mid-air awkwardly.

He must not give up.

The boy tried hard to steady his breathing. No matter what, Wei Qing had always been nice to him, making him breakfast every day, taking care of him when he was sick. Now that Wei Qing was in a foul mood, it was time for him to comfort Wei Qing.

Having secretly psyched himself up, the boy took a deep breath and walked to the sofa.

Wei Qing turned on his laptop and sat on the sofa to deal with some business affairs, his eyes staring at the screen.

After a moment of silence, Yan Chuyang gingerly walked behind the man and said tentatively,

“You must be very tired. You went to work early in the morning and also have to take care of me. It’s really tiring, right?”

Wei Qing remained silent as if the boy weren’t there, his eyes fixed on his laptop all along.

Yan Chuyang took a deep breath and, slowly raising his hand, said softly, “Let me massage your shoulders. I used to give my grandmother shoulder massage pretty often.”

With that, the boy’s slender-fingered hands rested on Wei Qing’s shoulders and began to gently knead his hard bones and muscles.

Wei Qing paused for a moment and the look in his eyes darkened.

Seeing that he didn’t say anything, Yan Chuyang was slightly relieved. He sighed, “It’s very comfortable, isn’t it? My grandmother said my massaging technique was professional, like that of a blind massager. Wei Qing, have you ever been to a massage parlor with blind massagers?”

Wei Qing remained silent. Only the keyboard responded to Yan Chuyang with a slight crackling sound.

Faintly embarrassed, Yan Chuyang gave a little cough and snorted, “If you don’t want to talk, then don’t. You can enjoy my massage.”

His warm little hands, as though boneless, slid across the hard shoulders, kneading them.

Yan Chuyang was not exerting any strength. He used to give his grandmother a massage. His strength was far from enough to help Wei Qing relax, but his movements carried a bit of tenacity, which was very titillating.

Wei Qing’s eyes became darker as his Adam’s apple bobbed restlessly.

“I think you should do some exercise to relax,” Yan Chuyang said as he kneaded the man’s tense muscles.

“Your muscles are too tense. You may do some yoga and aerobics when you have the time. We have a yoga class in school. Although there are many girls in the class and I feel a little embarrassed when having a yoga class, the effect is still very good.”

The boy straightened his shoulders and said, “Have you ever noticed that although my muscles are not as strong as yours, my body is more proportionate and flexible than yours.”

Wei Qing swallowed hard and snorted coldly in his mind. He had long since noticed that. Every time he had hugged Yan Chuyang, he had found that Yan Chuyang’s waist was as soft as dough. His body was not meaty, but it felt tense and very comfortable to touch.

“Actually, it’s all because you tire yourself out too often.” Yan Chuyang lowered his voice and sighed sadly, “It’s very hard to earn money to support a family, right?” The boy paused for a moment before raising his voice again. “Don’t worry, I’m quite confident in this competition. I think I’ll make it into the top three. If I win and get the prize money, you’ll be able to have some rest.”

“What does it have to do with me if you win?” Wei Qing suddenly interrupted him. He sneered, “I didn’t agree to go to Japan with you.”

The look on Yan Chuyang’s face froze. He didn’t know why Wei Qing suddenly brought this up. After a while, he forced a smile. “It doesn’t matter. When I get rich, I’ll be able to sustain you, and you may take some days off from work. You don’t have to be so tired.”

Wei Qing’s heart skipped a beat. It was a long moment before he snorted coldly, “I don’t need you to sustain me!”

The sparkle in the boy’s eyes disappeared, but the next second he returned to normal. His fingers moved upwards as he changed the topic. “Let me massage your neck. They say that your neck will be sore if you work in front of a computer for too long.”

His overly soft fingers lingered at the back of Wei Qing’s neck and occasionally touched his bulging collar bones. The boy’s fresh breath was sprayed behind Wei Qing’s ears, ticklish, and his originally steady breathing suddenly became ragged.

When Yan Chuyang’s slender fingers reached into Wei Qing’s shirt and tried to touch his shoulder blades, Wei Qing couldn’t sit still anymore. He sprang to his feet with his laptop in his arms. “Where are you touching?”

Looking at the suspicious blush on the man’s face, Yan Chuyang said in a daze, “Uh…I…I just wanted to massage your back to help you relax.”

“I don’t need that!” Wei Qing roared, “It’s disgusting!”

His pretense of calmness finally collapsed.

Yan Chuyang’s shoulders quivered and he took a hasty step backwards. His head down, he said, “I’m sorry.”