144. Let’s Talk it Over

Translator: Ahve

Yan Chuyang lowered his head, “Don’t say that.”

“What should I say then?” Wei Qing stared at him, gritting his teeth. “Yan Chuyang, you don’t understand anything, and you don’t believe anything. What do you think I should say?”

Listening to the man’s hoarse voice, Yan Chuyang clenched his fists and looked into his reddened eyes. “Don’t cry. If you have something to say, I’ll listen. I…I won’t say that again, okay? Just don’t cry.”

“Huh,” Wei Qing wiped the tears from his eyes and said, “After you already broke my heart? Yan Chuyang, you’re so despicable!”

Yan Chuyang was stunned as if he had been punched in the face. His head bowed, then he said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean it, but you went too far. You forced me first.”

“I went too far?” Wei Qing breathed a sigh. “Since we’re talking about this, let’s just make it clear and see who really went too far.”

Yan Chuyang nodded, his feet rubbing the carpet, “Okay.”

“Raise your head up!”

Yan Chuyang still hung his head and whispered, “I’m listening.”

Wei Qing repeated, “Raise your head and look at me!”

Yan Chuyang raised his head unwillingly and saw the man’s red eyes, his heart trembling. He took a piece of tissue from his pocket uncontrollably and raised his arm to wipe Wei Qing’s eyes. He said in pain, “Don’t cry anymore. I’ll so hurt when I see you cry.”

Wei Qing didn’t move. After a moment of silence, he said, “Don’t use the tissue. It hurts.”

“Ah.” Yan Chuyang heard the words and threw the tissue in his hand away. The next moment his warm hand touched Wei Qing’s eyes gently.

Feeling the soft fingers, Wei Qing was enchanted. He took the opportunity to grab the fair-skinned hand and kissed it tenderly, “Don’t be angry, okay?” Let’s sit down and talk it over.”

Yan Chuyang blushed and struggled to pull his hand out, but the man grabbed it so tight.

“Alright,” Yan Chuyang finally sighed, “I’m not angry anymore. Let’s talk.”

Grinning, Wei Qing had his arm around Yan Chuyang with satisfaction, pulled him closer and sat down on the sofa.

Yan Chuyang stared into his eyes. “Is that how you talk about it?”

“Yes.” Wei Qing moved his hand and stretched his arm to Yan Chuyang’s spine. He held the back side of Yan Chuyang’s head and whispered, “You usually won’t get up until 9 o’clock. You got up so early today and you definitely didn’t sleep well. Let’s talk with your eyes shut.”

Yan Chuyang fell silent. After a while, he leaned his head against the man’s chest, found a comfortable position and slowly closed his eyes, murmuring, “Just say it. I’m listening.”

Wei Qing stroked the boy’s shoulder as if he was coaxing a child to sleep. He said in a low voice, “Yan Chuyang, you should know that we are already married.”

Yan Chuyang replied, “I know.”

“Since you married me, have you fulfilled your obligation to be a wife?”

Yan Chuyang suddenly opened his eyes, asking confusedly. “What obligation?”

Wei Qing said without hesitation, “Making love to me.”

Yan Chuyang quickly closed his eyes. “I…I’m not ready yet.”

“I know you’re afraid, so I’ve never forced you. But you should have known, it’s reasonable and legal if I want to.”

Yan Chuyang’s shoulder trembled, his voice faint, “Wait…wait for me to graduate, and we can…”

Wei Qing sighed, “I’ve been waiting, but you don’t seem to know how hard it is for me.”

“I do…” the boy struggled uneasily. “I do understand how you feel.”

“You don’t understand!” Wei Qing gritted his teeth. “If you really do, you won’t turn me down every time I want to kiss you. I just need a kiss!”

Yan Chuyang sighed and then buried his flushed face in the man’s shirt, mumbling, “Isn’t a kiss on the cheek enough? Just not on the lips…”

“Why?” Wei Qing looked sullen. “See? This is why you’re the one going too far. We’re married. Am I asking for too much when all I want is just a kiss?”

“No way.” Yan Chuyang clenched his fists. “We’re done talking about this. Next topic, please.”

“Okay,” Wei Qing said with a relaxed expression, “This is the first point, and the second one is I think you’re too close to Song Huaiqi. Well, and you’re a little too enthusiastic towards Wei Yuan as well.”

Yan Chuyang looked up at Wei Qing in shock. “What’s wrong with that? Can’t I make friends?”

“I didn’t say that. I just feel that you shouldn’t be so close to them. You know what, as long as Song Huaiqi talks to you, you will never ignore him, and you go out with him every time he invites you. Isn’t that too much?”

Yan Chuyang pouted, “I don’t see anything wrong with that. I can’t ignore him deliberately when he speaks to me, right? Why should I be so arrogant?”

Wei Qing looked frustrated. He also knew that he was not in the position to say this, but he just couldn’t admit it. He complained like a childish kid, “I don’t care. You’re married to me, so you shouldn’t be so close to other men. I think it’s too much!”

Yan Chuyang sighed helplessly, “Alright, this is the second rule. Now, let’s talk about why you got me knocked out on purpose!”

“I told you from the beginning,” Wei Qing smirked, “I don’t want you to go to Japan.”

“Why?”

Wei Qing’s face darkened. He looked quite serious, “Like I said, we’ve been married for three months now. Think about it yourself, Other than following me to our company, where else have you been with me?”

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