Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

151. Heaven Rewards the Faithful

Translator: Ron L

After a long stalemate, Wei Yuan suddenly turned around, roughly sat down on the table, and sneered, “What am I afraid of? I am a decent man…” “Slap!”

Wei Yuan was heavily slapped on his forehead.

Wei Yuan pulled a long face, rubbed his forehead, and yelled, “What is wrong with you!”

Guo Hanxin took a drag on his cigarette, slowly blew a smoke ring, and stated flatly, “No bragging in front me. In society for long, I’m a little sensitive.”

“Sensitive about what?”

Guo Hanxin chuckled, stared into Wei Yuan’s angry eyes, flicked the ashes, and answered, “Whenever someone is bragging front of me, I’ll be dying to kick his ass.”

Wei Yuan gasped in fright and cringed vigorously.

Guo Hanxin looked at Wei Yuan’s pale face, clicked his tongue, clasped his chin, and shook him, “What is the matter, poor thing? Did you remember anything?”

“Go away!” Wei Yuan came back to his senses, knocked off Guo Hanxin’s hand, quickly took a piece of tissue from the table, and wiped his chin nonstop, as if he had been infected.

“Heh,” Guo Hanxin laughed and arched his brow in confusion, “What, sick of my touching?”

“Yeah!” Wei Yuan widened his eyes and grimaced, “I’ll have to clean myself with disinfectant later!”

“That would be a heavy task,” Wei Yuan said sanctimoniously in a low voice, “Was the disinfectant enough for you the other day?”

Wei Yuan’s face froze, his shoulders stiffened, and his entire body stopped moving.

“You’re sick!” After a long silence, Wei Yuan forced the words out of his gritted teeth.

“Am I?” Guo Hanxin snickered, stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, and mumbled, “If I were sick, could I make you feel on cloud nine and cry the other night?”

“Whoosh…” Wei Yuan stood up abruptly, picked up his cup, poured the water all over Guo Hanxin’s face, slammed the cup on the table, and shouted, stressing his tone, “Pervert! Final warning, don’t get close to me again!”

Following that, he turned away, leaving the room to the spectators and Guo Hanxin whose chin was still dripping water.

Guo Hanxin stared at the leaving figure playfully until the latter disappeared from the stairs. He took a piece of tissue from the table and unhurriedly wiped the water off.

‘Interesting, really interesting.’

It had been a long time since he met such a bristling bunny. He was not only grumpy but also delicious.

When Yan Chuyang rushed to the dormitory, the assistant had left. The lunchbox was lying on his desk.

No one was in the dormitory at the lunch hour.

Yan Chuyang pulled over a stool, sat down, opened the lunch box, and took out the dishes.

There were braised prawns, steamed pork belly with preserved vegetables, a crowndaisy and asparagus salad, and chicken soup with greens.

He took a deep breath and sighed with satisfaction. Without doubt, these were made by Wei Qing. The unique aroma told of it.

If Wei Qing stopped running the company one day, he could open a small restaurant and continued to make a lot of money.

While eating, Yan Chuyang praised the man in his heart. Sure enough, the man he liked was perfect in every aspect.

All of a sudden, his phone vibrated on the desk.

Yan Chuyang grabbed the phone and put it to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Mr. Yan Chuyang?” The voice of a stranger came over.

Dazed for a moment, Yan Chuyang hurriedly answered, “I am. Why are you calling?”

“Oh, Mr. Yan,” the man said respectfully, “I was in charge of the international ComicCon in Song City the other day. My name is Fang Zheyu.”

“Oh,” Yan Chuyang frowned, “So why are you calling?”

“Here is the thing,” the man said slowly, “you participated in the comic competition, right?”

“Yeah,” Yan Chuyang interrupted him bleakly, “but I lost. Are you calling the wrong person?”

“No, I’m not.” Fang Zheyu laughed, “Your work ‘First Love’ didn’t enter the Top 3 but won the Special Prize.”

“What?!” Yan Chuyang freaked out and abruptly straightened his shoulders.

Fang Zheyu picked his ear numbing with the loud voice and kept his smile, “About the specifics of the Special Prize, we’d like to have a talk with you. May I ask if this is a convenient time for you?”

Overwhelmed by the pleasant surprise, Yan Chuyang nodded vigorously, “Yes, it is. Please tell me the time and venue.”

“Sure, I’ll send you the address later. Come when you’re free. We’ll be here waiting.”

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

“Alright, this is it. Mr. Yan, see you.”

Yan Chuyang hummed and hung up the phone.

‘Surprise, what a big surprise!’

Looked like the organizer did have a conscience. They didn’t yield to Wei Qing’s despotic power. Perhaps Wei Qing just told them to prevent him from advancing to the Top 3, and the Special Prize should be beyond Wei Qing’s expectations.

‘Surely, Heaven rewards the faithful!’

The address was soon sent over through a message. It was a cafe near his school. Overjoyed, Yan Chuyang got up from the stool and decided to hurry up and not keep them waiting.