Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

147. Poking a Sore Spot

Translator: Ron L

Yan Chuyang sneered, “Why should I be mad at you? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Wei Qing tightened his jaw, saying, “In that case, finish up your milk!”

“Is this an order?”

“Yes!” Wei Qing raised his chin with a warning in his eyes, “If you don’t, you won’t go to school today.”

The expression on Yan Chuyang’s face changed and he slowly walked to the dining table. In Wei Qing’s view, Yan Chuyang had compromised and would drink up the milk, but the boy suddenly turned sideways, stood on tiptoes, and chuckled in his ear, “Mr. Wei, you are so fearsome. I’m so scared.”

Yan Chuyang’s milky breath assailed his ear, and his affected sweet voice was tantalizing.

Benumbed for a long time, Wei Qing quickly toughened up and ground his teeth, asking, “What did you just call me? Mr. Wei? Yan Chuyang, don’t forget your identity!”

‘I’m your husband!’

Yan Chuyang sneered, “You called me Mr. Yan when we quarreled, remember? Courtesy demands reciprocity.”

The boy then threw the cloth bag around his shoulder and concluded coldly, “I’m leaving. I don’t have time for this.”

Then he strode forward without looking back.

No sooner had he taken a few steps than Wei Qing called out again, “Stop.”

Yan Chuyang stopped in his tracks and turned back irritably, “What else do you want?”

The man muttered sanctimoniously, “A morning kiss.”

Yan Chuyang snorted, “Wake up, we’re in a war. What makes you think I’ll kiss you?”

“If you don’t, I’ll go upstairs to see you tonight.”

“What for?” Yan Chuyang’s eyes glittered.

“Banging you, of course,” Wei Qing said blandly, “We’ve been married for more than three months. It’s time to consummate it, don’t you think?”

Yan Chuyang blushed and ground his teeth, sulking, “You promised to wait until I graduate!”

“On the premise that I can kiss you as I like.”

Yan Chuyang clenched his fists and confronted the man sternly for quite a while. At last, he reluctantly walked over, stood on tiptoes, and dropped a kiss on the man’s lips. Wei Qing narrowed his eyes, clasped the boy’s retreating waist, and enhanced the kiss.

With their tongues entangled and their breaths mingled, Wei Qing unscrupulously sucked boy’s tongue tip and absorbed the milky flavor and the sweet taste of bread in his mouth.

“Wheeze…” Yan Chuyang blushed and gasped. Wei Qing lowered his forehead and fiddled with the boy’s collar, saying, “Busy at noon, I won’t come back for lunch. If you also don’t want to come home, I’ll have my assistant send lunch to your school.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Yan Chuyang wiped his lips and mumbled, “There are restaurants at school. I can buy it myself.”

“I’m worried about the food quality,” Wei Qing frowned worriedly, “You’re used to eating at home, and school meals are too rough for you.”

“Pfft…” the boy snorted, “I’m not that picky. I have had school meals for three years!”

Yan Chuyang then pushed the man’s shoulder away, pulled the strap of his schoolbag that had slid off, and muttered with a straight face, “Gotta go.”

“Careful on the road.”

“Hmm.”

As soon as Yan Chuyang left, Wei Qing went into the bedroom, ready to put on his suit and go to work.

While he was selecting clothes, his phone suddenly rang in his pocket.

Wei Qing took it out and put it to his ear. While answering the phone, he took a suit out of the wardrobe.

“Hello?”

“Wei Qing, this is Song Huaiqi.”

The man paused for a moment and snickered under his breath, “What a surprise! Mr. Song has time to call me.”

Song Huaiqi snorted and got straight to the point, “Straight answer! Are you behind Chuyang’s elimination?”

“Heh,” Wei Qing sneered, “Strange question. I think I’ve made it clear that Yan Chuyang and I are married. I’m his husband, and he’s my wife. I’m obliged to protect him. Why would I stymie him in the competition?”

“Don’t try to play dumb!” Song Huaiqi suddenly growled, “I’ve contacted the organizers. They said Yan Chuyang got the highest score, and someone sliced his score by a dozen points through bribery!”

“So?” Wei Qing answered gleefully, “What makes you think I did it?”

Song Huaiqi ground his teeth, “Wei Qing, if Yan Chuyang won, he might go to Japan. You don’t want him to go with me and thus made him lose, right?”

Wei Qing’s eyes turned cold as he sneered, “My love lost his game. Why are you so emotional? Mr. Song, looks like you want to go to Japan with him so much.”

Song Huaiqi lost his tongue. After quite a while, he barked, “Even so, I’m going there for work and have no other intentions!”

“A man cannot be judged by his words.” Wei Qing snapped, “It is hard to fathom one’s mind. Mr. Song, you’re the only person who knows your true thoughts.”

“Wei Qing,” Song Huaiqi shouted fiercely, “Are you worried that Yan Chuyang will fall in love with me after our trip to Japan? Do you fear that he will leave and abandon you?”

Wei Qing’s face fell, and he forced his words out of his gritted teeth, “Don’t flatter yourself!”

After hearing the hysteria in his voice, Song Huaiqi sneered, “Did I poke a sore spot? Turns out you’re so diffident when it comes to Yan Chuyang.”

Wei Qing let out a deep breath and snorted, “Am I? To be honest, I wouldn’t let him go because he’s too tired. You know, a young man like Chuyang tends to indulge in sensual pleasures, not to mention that we’re newlyweds, so every night… I was afraid that he couldn’t take it, so…”

“Wei Qing, you’re despicable!”

Wei Qing chuckled. “What, Mr. Song? Did I poke your sore spot as well?”

“That’s selfish of you.” Song Huaiqi said coldly, “Just because you don’t want him to go to Japan, you’ve ruined his efforts in the past two months. Don’t you know how important the contest is to him?”