Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

142. We Should Break Up

Translator: Ron L

“Not only 100,000 yuan,” Yan Chuyang raised his head and corrected Wei Qing seriously, “It should be 100,000 yuan a month. 100,000 yuan was a lot of money back then.”

“Can you be valued with money?” Wei Qing bit Yan Chuyang’s chin heavily.

After a moment of silence, he snorted, “I haven’t touched you since we get married, and that woman wanted to buy your ass? She was insane!”

His voice was so low that Yan Chuyang didn’t hear him clearly. “What are you mumbling about?” He frowned.

“Nothing,” Wei Qing put on a serious face and changed the topic, “What happened afterwards? Did that fat woman pester you again?”

“No.” Yan Chuyang sighed, “I was young and impetuous. After she said that, I was so mad that I didn’t go to work the next day.”

Wei Qing let out a breath of satisfaction, lowered his head, dropped a kiss on the boy’s lips, stroked his forehead, and whispered, “I knew it. You are always so sweet.” Yan Chuyang was so sweet and cute that people couldn’t help but have tender feelings for him.

“But now, I think I was wrong.” Yan Chuyang said in a trance, “Actually… it doesn’t hurt for me to stay with her for one night. Suppose she fufilled her promise and gave me the money… ”

“What are you talking about!” Wei Qing clasped the boy’s shoulders, shook him, and deplored, “Ever since we got married, I’ve been doting on you. Your every need has been satisfied. I just want to let you know that you’re special and worthy of my love. Now you’re telling me that you want to leave for the the sake of money… Yan Chuyang! You’re so disappointing!”

Yan Chuyang blinked suddenly as if he just snapped out of a daze. With a start, he got up from Wei Qing’s arms and stood there upright like an errant child. His face was filled with confusion as he mumbled, “Yeah, why do I form such an idea in my head? How could I say such a wimpy thing?”

Wei Qing’s heart was gripped, and he raised his head, “It’s okay, I know you are a good boy. Those were just your angry words. I won’t mind it.”

Following that, Wei Qing got up and reached out to pull Yan Chuyang back into his arms. However, before Wei Qing could barely touch his clothes, Yan Chuyang abrutly strode back to dodge.

Wei Qing’s hand hung stiffly in mid-air.

Even the air seemed to be frozen.

Wei Qing forced a smile and whispered, “What’s wrong? I just want to hug you. Why are you avoiding me?”

“We should part ways,” Yan Chuyang said weakly with his head low and his fists clenched.

Wei Qing’s face turned pale, and he laughed with difficulty, “Nonsense, I know you’re sad. I won’t take it to heart.”

“I’m serious,” Yan Chuyang raised his head, looked into Wei Qing’s eyes fixedly, and stressed his tone, “Wei Qing, we should break up.”

“Not gonna happen.” Wei Qing’s face fell instantly, and he pursed his lips into a thin line, “We have a contract. If I don’t terminate it, our relationship will never end.”

“Wei Qing,” Yan Chuyang dropped his eyes helplessly, “I’m really at a loss. Even if our marriage won’t end for the time being, I want to move out.”

“Why?”

“I think I’ve turned bad.” Yan Chuyang raised his eyes and heaved a deep sigh, “I used to be quite motivated. I wanted to make money, work hard, and become a better version of me. Now, I think my ambition no longer burns strong.”

Wei Qing sneered, “What has that got to do with us living together? It won’t stop you from working hard.”

“But it does.” Yan Chuyang raised his voice, “Ever since I stayed with you, I’ve degenerated, leading a befuddled and dissipated life. I enjoy staying with you every day. Just now, I even thought that it was okay for me to be kept by someone. Wei Qing, my life cannot go on like this!”

“What do you mean? Did I stand in your path to advance?”

“Yes,” Yan Chuyang said bluntly, “You’re so hot that every time I see you, I want… want to…”

Yan Chuyang stopped halfway through his speech. He was not that blunt to tell Wei Qing that he wanted to have sex with him.

Wei Qing blinked, strode to Yan Chuyang, looked at him fixedly, and asked, “What? Go on! What do you want to do?”

“Nothing…” Yan Chuyang turned his head away, avoiding Wei QingWei Qing’s fervent gaze.

“Come on,” Wei Qing pinched Yan Chuyang’s chin, forced the latter to look straight into his eyes, and whispered, “Tell me about it. What do you want to do?”

Yan Chuyang’s cheeks turned rosy, and he pursed his lips tightly, “Nothing, really.”

Wei Qing guffawed, then suddenly lowered his head, holding Yan Chuyang’s head against his head, and exhaled, “Then, why are you blushing?”

Yan Chuyang’s brows twitched, and he stamped his feet vigorously, as if his secret had been laid bare, “I’m not blushing. I… I want to chat with you!”

Wei Qing’s forehead twitched, “Chat with me?”

“Yeah!” Yan Chuyang nodded heavily, “Chat with you!”

A flicker of disappointment flashed across Wei Qing’s eyes and his hand dropped. He took a step back and asked coldly, “Does chatting affect you?”

“Yeah,” Yan Chuyang lowered his head, squeezed his trousers, and continued, “I want to chat with you so much that I can’t focus on working hard and making money.”

Wei Qing shook his head in disapproval, “This is ridiculous. I won’t let you go.”

“Wei Qing,” Yan Chuyang raised his head and said in a serious voice, “I’m really leaving. Don’t ask me to stay. When I’m rich, I’ll come back to you. By then, if you still like me, I’ll marry you.”

“Marry my ass!” Wei Qing’s veins popped on his forehead vigorously, “You’re my wife. Why do you have to marry me again?”

“Sorry,” Yan Chuyang let out a deep sigh and said softly, “I’m not worthy to be with you. I mean it and hope that you’ll wait for me.” Yan Chuyang’s eyes went dim. He looked into Wei Qing’s eyes fixedly, saying, “Give me time. When I climb up the social ladder, I promise I’ll come back to marry you.”

Wei Qing sighed, “Is fortune and fame so important to you?”