Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

153. Can’t You Wait for Me?

Translator: 怀旧

Wei Qing slowly drew closer to Yan Chuyang, his slender footsteps falling into the thick woolen carpet.

Yan Chuyang didn’t notice Wei Qing walking over at all, his eyes still staring at the television.

On the TV, Wolffy was about to burn the Weslie with oil.

“What’s wrong?” Wei Qing sat down next to Yan Chuyang. He gently raised his hand, massaged Yan Chuyang’s back, and hugged Yan Chuyang in his arms.

Yan Chuyang was dumbfounded. After a while, he raised his eyes and said in a daze, “You’re back?”

“Mmm,” Lowering his head, Wei Qing kissed Yan Chuyang’s forehead, kneading his shoulder to help him relax. Wei Qing said casually, “What did you do today? Are you tired? You don’t look so good.”

“Nothing,” Yan Chuyang let out a long breath. After a few massages by Wei Qing, Yan Chuyang gradually relaxed and fell into Wei Qing’s arms. He squinted and said, “There are two pieces of pie falling down, just hit my head and made me a little dizzy.”

Wei Qing grinned, “It’s a good thing, then why do you feel dizzy? You are really a loser.”

Yan Chuyang sighed and didn’t say a word, lying lazily for a while, then he suddenly straightened up and shouted, “I forgot to tell you something important.”

Wei Qing frowned, “What?”

Yan Chuyang sat up straight, took the bank card from the coffee table and handed it to Wei Qing, “Here, this is for you.”

Wei Qing frowned and took the card over. He looked it up and down and asked, “What is this? How did you have a bank card? Are you hiding any secret money?”

“No!” Yan Chuyang retorted immediately, “This is the money I sold my work for.”

Wei Qing’s heart softened and he rubbed Yan Chuyang’s head, saying “That’s OK. Keep the one or two thousand for yourself. Don’t give it to me.” Wei Qing knew that Yan Chuyang’s comics had always been sold online, priced at one or two thousand.

“It’s not just one or two thousand this time,” Yan Chuyang smirked and said solemnly, “It is 2,730,000!”

Wei Qing squinted and asked, “How much?”

Yan Chuyang straightened his face and said seriously, “Two million seven hundred and thirty thousand RMB, a master of comics bought my work and he sent it to his wife as a present.”

Wei Qing was stunned for a moment, then he hugged Yan Chuyang and gave him a kiss, saying excitedly, “See, I told you you were the best.”

Yan Chuyang blushed and said, lowering his eyes, “It’s ok, just lucky.”

“Not lucky,” Wei Qing licked Yan Chuyang’s lips and said, “You are really excellent and I’ve always been proud of you.”

Yan Chuyang blushed and avoided Wei Qing’s eyes in confusion. “Do you want this money or not? I’ll put it away if you don’t want it.”

“Of course I want it,” Wei Qing picked up the card and said, “I’ll help you take it. You’re young and what if you have so much money all of a sudden? You’ll turn to a bad boy.”

Yan Chuyang snorted, “Am I such an undetermined person?”

“If you want money, you can get it directly from me,” Wei Qing put the card in the wallet and said lightly, “But you have to explain your reason, as much as you need if it’s reasonable. I’ll save the bonus for you.”

Yan Chuyang didn’t know what was wrong in his head, he suddenly said, “Are you saving up for my wedding?”

Wei Qing’s shoulder stiffened. He raised his eyes after a long time and looked at Yan Chuyang with a gloomy expression, “Why are you thinking about getting married with others now?”

“Eh…” Yan Chuyang grabbed the back of his head and said, “In a couple of years, I’ll be of legal age to get married. I don’t think it’s too early to think about that.”

“Not too early,” Wei Qing grabbed him and held him in his arms, staring at Yan Chuyang and said, “Come on, tell me, what kind of person do you want to marry?”

Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes, rubbed his fingers, thought for a long time, and then wispered, “I want to marry someone like you.”

The darkness in Wei Qing’s eyes instantly faded away and his heart softened.

That was what made Yan Chuyang so special. He could always flirt with Wei Qing casually and then he acted as if nothing had happened, pretending to be innocent, made Wei Qing’s heart sway ripples.

“I’m very expensive,” Wei Qing kissed Yan Chuyang’s forehead and snorted, “That’s not enough money to marry me.”

Yan Chuyang let out a sigh and dropped his shoulders dejectedly. He also knew that the money he worked hard to earn was just one or half a month’s profit from Wei Qing’s company.

“Then I will keep trying,” Yan Chuyang said, looking up. “If one year doesn’t work, then two years, three years…”

“I can’t wait for you for so long,” Wei Qing interrupted him, “A man’s youth is limited.”

Wei Qing thought gloomily; he would be thirty years old, but Yan Chuyang was still so young. Even if Yan Chuyang worked hard for two or three years, he was only twenty years old, in the prime of his youth. While three years later, he was already in his thirties. Would Yan Chuyang still want to marry him at that time?

After thinking about it for a while, Wei Qing frowned and shook his head. What was he thinking about all the way? Having been together with Yan Chuyang for a long time, he was getting crazy too. They were both men, and how could they talk about marriage?

Yan Chuyang sighed and thought about Hikaru Yamashita. He suddenly shook his head and said with a lonely expression, “You…can’t you wait for me?”

“Yes,” Wei Qing shook his head and continued, “I can’t wait. You must marry me as soon as possible.”

Pulling the corner of his coat, Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes and said, “Actually… I have something to tell you today.”

“What’s that?”

“A teacher I admire is inviting me to work in Japan.”

Wei Qing squinted and said, “To Japan?”

“Yes,” Yan Chuyang raised his head and said seriously, “Hikaru Yamashita, a famous comics master. He said he appreciated my work and asked if I was interested in going to his studio for an internship.”

“But…” Wei Qing said with difficulty, “Don’t you still have school to attend?”

“He said it wouldn’t interfere my studies and I could return to school after half a year.”