Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

137. You Don’t Need to Stint Yourself

Translator: Bryan

Wei Qing’s pretense of calmness finally dissolved.

Yan Chuyang’s shoulders trembled and he hastily took a step backward, lowered his head and said, “I’m sorry.”

Wei Qing’s insides tightened and he came to know that he had said something wrong, but he had already said it, so it was impossible to take it back. Having no other choice, he waved his hand impatiently and said in a flinty voice, “Go upstairs. I don’t wanna see you.”

The boy’s hands hanging beside his legs suddenly clenched, his fingernails sinking into his palms, his knuckles whitening.

It was a long moment before Yan Chuyang gently nodded and said with a slight bow, “I’m sorry for being presumptuous and causing you trouble again.”

‘I should have kicked up a stink,’ Yan Chuyang shouted in his mind. Under such thinly disguised distaste and humiliation, he should yell at Wei Qing and then leave without a backward glance.

He had greeted Wei Qing with a smiling face, but what he had got in response was like a hard slap across his face. Anyone would storm off in a swish of their sleeve after being subjected to such insult.

However, Yan Chuyang didn’t dare.

He was afraid that after leaving in a fit of temper, Wei Qing would never want him back.

Their relationship was like a piece of paper — no, it was like a piece of water-soaked paper.

Even if he didn’t touch it, it might still fall apart. If they continued to quarrel, it would definitely shatter into pieces, wouldn’t it?

Yan Chuyang was a coward. Though knowing that they would go their separate ways sooner or later, he didn’t dare walk away from Wei Qing so soon.

Therefore, though having been despised, he still chose to cast aside his considerations of face and stay.

He was really afraid of leaving, and he was really afraid of being abandoned.

If he hadn’t gotten married to Wei Qing and hadn’t been with him for so long, he might still be able to let it go. But now, after spending a few months with Wei Qing, his memories of Wei Qing being gentle to him and taking care of him from time to time had rendered him impossible to walk away from this relationship.

It was obvious that Wei Qing was more important to him than his dignity was.

Wei Qing’s heart suddenly plunged at the sight of the boy’s bent waist. He strode forward, gripped the boy’s shoulders and heavily dragged him up. With a bang, he pinned Yan Chuyang against the wall and, clamping a hand on the boy’s chin, demanded sinisterly, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Yan Chuyang took a deep breath in pain, frowned and said softly, “I’m apologizing.”

“For what?”

“For touching your shoulders and annoying you.”

“So?” Wei Qing growled, “You grovellingly bowed to me just because I was annoyed and said a few words to you? Yan Chuyang.”

Wei Qing stared at him in disbelief. “Who taught you this?! I’ve always doted on you, and yet you became such a wimp? You’re at least a college student. Are you trying to show weakness to others? You are bowing to me today, and are you going to kneel before someone tomorrow?”

“I won’t!” Yan Chuyang thundered, his face pale from anxiety. “You’re the only one apart from my grandma that I bowed to!”

Wei Qing’s heart skipped a beat and his face instantly softened.

He once again understood Yan Chuyang’s ability to titillate people.

He seemed to always be like this. He looked self-effacing all the time, but he kept saying things in an meek manner for no reason to turn him on, and he, Wei Qing, couldn’t bring himself to hit him at all. At the sight of Yan Chuyang’s stubborn and tender face, no matter how angry he was, he didn’t have the heart to slap Yan Chuyang’s face.

“I’ve never shown any of my weaknesses to anybody.” Yan Chuyang ground his teeth and stared stubbornly at the person in front of him. “Only when in front of you will I act like a wuss.”

When his loved one was in front of him, he was like a soldier who had lost his armor. How could he not be wimpy?

The look in Wei Qing’s eyes quivered and he grabbed the boy’s chin. He pinched Yan Chuyang’s face and said coldly, “Why are you saying this now? Are you trying to coax me or fawn on me? Do you think just because of these words of yours I won’t be able to bring myself to punish you?”

“I’m not trying to fawn on you,” Yan Chuyang averted his face slightly, shook off the man’s hand, and said dully, “If you wanna punish me, just do it. I’m not afraid.”

‘I wish I could!’ Wei Qing thought.

He took a deep breath and, face dark with anger, thundered, “Yan Chuyang, where did you learn to say such seductive words?”

The boy’s facial expression froze and he turned his head back in astonishment. “What are you talking about?”

What did he say?

“‘Just do it’? It surprises me you’re so cool with that.” Wei Qing suddenly recalled the scene of Song Huaiqi stroking Yan Chuyang’s hair in the venue at the Comic Show.

He had seen it clearly from the corner. Yan Chuyang had not tried to avoid that man’s hand. He had just stood there in a natural way as Song Huaiqi stroked his hair.

Yan Chuyang had seemed as though it were no big deal.

Blue veins were pulsing in the man’s temples and his eyes were red from his maddening memories. Hands on hips, he stormed around like an angry lion. After a moment of silence, he suddenly pointed at the boy’s nose and erupted,

“Yan Chuyang, I can see it now! Your usual obedience and meekness is only pretense, isn’t it? I’m so stupid! I believed you were clean and tender and insanely adorable, and I didn’t have the heart to punish you. I was careful even when kissing you. It never crossed my mind that you…”

Almost speechless, Yan Chuyang frowned. “What never crossed your mind?”

“It never crossed my mind you’re such a sluttish person!”

The word “sluttish” touched a raw nerve. The boy’s eyes widened with grievance and he blurted aloud,

“Who are you calling sluttish? I’m nineteen, and I’ve never dated. When I got married to you, I hadn’t even held a girl’s hand. You’re my first love and you got my first kiss, but what did you do? You were in love with Shen Shimin at 19! You probably don’t even have your virginity anymore, let alone your first kiss. Who’s the sluttish one, huh? You or me?!”

Wei Qing’s heart gave a lurch. He grasped the key point in Yan Chuyang’s words and lowered his voice. “Y–You gave me your first kiss?”

Face flushed, Yan Chuyang averted his face a little and snorted softly, “No, it’s a slip of the tongue! And that’s not the point anyway!”

Wei Qing pulled his collar. Looking at the insanely cute and would-be annoyed expression on the boy’s face, mouth dry, he said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m not saying that you’re sluttish. The point I’m trying to make is that you need to be careful what you say. Don’t…Don’t be so cute. I’m an honest man and my intentions towards you are totally honorable, so I won’t feel anything, but the others will. They might think…”