Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

146. To Find Someone Better than me?

Translator: 怀旧

It was a letter that Yan Chuyang wrote when he was about to leave in the morning.

Wei Qing walked over and picked up the note.

“Wei Qing, when you read this note, I’ve already left. Please don’t look for me. I’ll have a good life at school. I think we all need to calm down for a while.

And please don’t wait for me, because I’m not sure how long I need to calm down. I don’t want to hold you up, so if I’m not back after a long time, find someone better than me…

I leave you all my cash. I think I can advance to the Comic-Con contest, and if I do win, I will give you all my bonus. You have my bank card and should know my password, it’s my birthday.

Actually, I feel quite sorry to you. We’ve been together so long, but I leave you nothing but that little bit of money when we break up.

Alright, that’s all I want to say. I have to leave early in case you wake up.

I don’t want you to see me off, and I don’t want to see you.

Goodbye.

From Yan Chuyang.”

Wei Qing let out a long breath and tightened his fingers, and the tip of the note was about to be smashed. His cold eyes were dark.

He didn’t want me to see him off and didn’t want to see me? ?

Good, really good.

Every day, Wei Qing treated Yan Chuyang like a young master. He didn’t have to do anything, and Wei Qing always gave him the best. Three months passed, and how could Yan Chuyang say he didn’t want Wei Qing to see him off and didn’t want to see Wei Qing?

Very good, Wei Qing thought he found a cutie, but it turned out to be a wolf.

Also, what did Yan Chuyang’s words mean that if he didn’t come back after a long time, Wei Qing had better find someone else?

Who else would he find?

Wei Qing was so used to Yan Chuyang’s presence, even at the sight of Yan Chuyang’s pillow, it could turn him on.

Wei Qing was so obsessed with him, then how could he ask Wei Qing to get over him and find someone better than him?

Where could he find that better one? There was no one better than Yan Chuyang.

If Wei Qing could find anyone as cute and soft as Yan Chuyang was, he would have been out of Yan Chuyang’s hair and go to that soft cutie.

He must have gone to enjoy the sweet life and left Yan Chuyang behind. How could he bother so much to cajole Yan Chuyang to stay?

Did Yan Chuyang know Wei Qing couldn’t live without him?

Or Yan Chuyang never cared about his feelings and only considered their marriage as a joke? So he would leave if he wanted to?

The moment this thought appeared, Wei Qing suddenly felt a little stern. He walked over to the bed and lowered his head to kiss Yan Chuyang’s lips.

Initially, he wanted to give Yan Chuyang a kiss and then leave. But as soon as he got closer, Yan Chuyang let out a peevish voise and then opened his mouth, as if catering to his kiss.

Smelling Yan Chuyang’s mint-scented hair and seeing his red lips, Wei Qing was stunned and couldn’t stop kissing.

His nimble tongue tip pierced through the gap between Yan Chuyang’s lips, forcefully hooked Yan Chuyang’s tongue, licking and biting.

“Hmm…” Yan Chuyang let out a little snort. Wei Qing’s interference woke Yan Chuyang up. Opening his eyes and seeing that it was Wei Qing who was kissing him, Yan Chuyang frowned unhappily, but instead of resisting, he obediently raised his neck to meet Wei Qing’s kiss.

“Hiss… You’re hurting me.”

“Hmm…, stop kissing…” Yan Chuyang finally couldn’t help but push Wei Qing away and muttered pitifully, “I can’t breathe anymore… Mmm…”

Wei Qing stopped.

“Yan Chuyang, I can’t let you leave now,” Wei Qing sighed slowly and wiped Yan Chuyang’s moist lips. He lowered his head and gave Yan Chuyang another kiss, saying, “Give me some time. You can’t leave me until I figure out what’s going on between us.”

Yan Chuyang blinked and muttered, “What are you talking about?”

Wei Qing touched Yan Chuyang’s pink cheek and said, “You don’t have to know that, just stay by my side.”

Yan Chuyang frowned discontentedly, turned his back to Wei Qing, and closed his eyes, saying, “Don’t kiss me while I’m sleeping. I will suffocate to death.”

“No, I won’t.” Wei Qing grinned. He suddenly straightened up, took off his slippers and laid down on the bed. Turning Yan Chuyang over, he hugged Yan Chuyang in his arms, saying, “How can I smother you to death?”

Yan Chuyang didn’t say anything. He rubbed against Wei Qing, found a comfortable position and fell asleep.

After losing the competition, the trip to Japan was also ruined, and the bonus Yan Chuyang had been looking forward to was gone either.

Yan Chuyang couldn’t help being depressed. For a few days, he ignored Wei Qing.

In the morning.

After breakfast, Yan Chuyang wiped his mouth and stood up from the chair. He went to the sofa to pack his backpack and said in a flat voice, “I’m done. I gotta go.”

Looking at the remaining milk in Yan Chuyang’s cup, Wei Qing frowned and said unhappily, “Drink the milk up before leaving.”

“No,” Yan Chuyang answered flatly, walked to the sofa, and stuffed the books on the coffee table into his backpack.

“Yan Chuyang!” Wei Qing raised his voice with a warning tone.

“Are you interfering with me?” Yan Chuyang turned his head and looked at Wei Qing with a blank expression.

Wei Qing was stung by the look in Yan Chuyang’s eyes and he whispered, “I didn’t blame you when you didn’t eat the egg, but why didn’t you finish the milk?”

“I’ve already said that,” Yan Chuyang shrugged, “I was full. I didn’t want to drink any more milk.”

“Are you full after a few bites of sandwich?”

“Yes.”

“Yan Chuyang,” Wei Qing said helplessly, “You can be angry with me, but not your body. You’ll be out of spirits all day if you don’t have a good breakfast.”