Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

154. Don’t Treat me So Well

Translator: 怀旧

Wei Qing let out an sigh and slowly released Yan Chuyang.

Yan Chuyang sat beside him and whispered, “Do you think… I should go?”

Wei Qing’s eyes dimmed. For some reason, he just had a craving for a cigarette.

“Do you want to go?” Wei Qing asked after a long silence.

“I want to go,” Yan Chuyang said without hesitation, “Working and learning with Mr. Yamashita is my dream for so long.”

“Then just go.” Wei Qing turned his head and said calmly, “Since this is your dream, what are you hesitating about?”

“But…” Yan Chuyang frowned and rubbed his knees, whispering, “But I’ll leave for half a year. I think that I will miss… home.”

“Why are you such a coward?” Wei Qing gave a tut, raised his hand and shook Yan Chuyang under the chin, saying quietly, “It’s just half a year. If you want to come back, buy a ticket and fly back. It’s not a big deal.”

Yan Chuyang’s heart tightened, then he said, looking up at Wei Qing with bright eyes, “Didn’t you want me not to go to Japan? You said a few days ago that you didn’t want me to go to Japan, and you even erased my results in the competition… ”

“That’s not the same,” Wei Qing leaned over and hugged Yan Chuyang again. Holding his shoulder, Wei Qing said, “A few days ago, I was angry with Song Huaiqi. I didn’t want you to go with him. I can’t believe him. But now, this is your own will, your dream. I should respect you.”

Yan Chuyang frowned uneasily and stared at Wei Qing, saying, “Do you respect me or hate me?You just want to send me to Japan so you can be alone?”

“You’re trying to piss me off! I…” Wei Qing lowered his head and kissed Yan Chuyang’s lips, continuing, “How else should I treat you so that you can know how much I have done for you?”

Yan Chuyang snorted, “What have you done for me? Kicking me out all the time? Or erasing my result in the competition?”

“I don’t want to put you on the spot,” Wei Qing hugged Yan Chuyang tightly and whispered, “You must know that you are free. Whatever you do, whatever you want to do, I support you.”

Yan Chuyang’s nose was sore and he cried, “Wei Qing, don’t be like this and don’t treat me so well… okay?”

Wei Qing coughed guiltily and whispered, avoiding Yan Chuyang’s eyes. “I’m not good to you at all.” He considered himself a despicable person.

Yan Chuyang shook his head and disagreed, “You are good to me.”

Wei Qing’s kindness to Yan Chuyang made him feel reluctant to leave.

They had been married for less than four months. He hadn’t completely won Wei Qing’s heart. They hadn’t consummate the marriage and he hadn’t confessed his love to Wei Qing yet. They had so much to do, but they were splitting up for six months.

Six month, that was half a year… It was such a long time. The relationship between them was already weak, coupled with the separation in two places, they couldn’t touch or see each other. Yan Chuyang didn’t konw what would happen.

Maybe by the time he got back, everything had changed.

Wei Qing might get tired of waiting and divorce him.

The more Yan Chuyang thought about it, the more nervous he became, and his face turned pale.

“What are you thinking about?” Wei Qing touched Yan Chuyang’s cold face and said, “You look so pale. Aren’t you feeling well?”

“No,” Yan Chuyang brushed away Wei Qing’s hand and sighed, “Do you really want me to leave?”

“It’s not that I want you to leave,” Wei Qing emphasized, “It’s up to you whether you want to leave or not.”

Yan Chuyang scratched his hair awkwardly, saying, “Then I will think about it myself.”

Looking at Yan Chuyang’s tangled face, Wei Qing’s eyes darkened.

Yan Chuyang thought about it for a week.

Fang Zheyu had made countless calls, but every time Yan Chuyang answered, “Sorry, it is too sudden and I’m a little confused. Please give me some time to think about it.”

Yan Chuyang also realized that he was annoying, but this decision was hard to make.

One side was Wei Qing, the other was his dreams. Ah!! How should he make a choice?

One side was the person he loved and the other was the dream he had for over ten years. He could not give up any of them.

When the 82nd call came in, Yan Chuyang was in the self-study classroom.

Looking at the number on his phone, Yan Chuyang sighed helplessly. He leaned over the table, slowly pressed the button and said feebly,

“Mr. Fang, didn’t I tell you that I was a little confused? Please give me some time… ”

“You’re Mr. Yang, right?” On the phone, a middle-aged man, whose sound was different from Fang Zheyu’s, was speaking. His accent sounded awkward, and he even mispronounced Yan Chuyang’s surname.

“Yes, I am.” Yan Chuyang said, straightening his shoulders.

“Oh, Mr. Yang, I’m Hikaru Yamashita, the one who bought your painting.”

Yan Chuyang’s eyes widened and he froze. After a while, he said softly, “Yes.. Are you Mr. Yamashita?”

“Yes, my Chinese is not very good,” the person on the other end of the phone said with some difficulty, “Mr. Yang, I can’t expain on the phone. Let’s pick a time and meet. I can let my translator do the talking.”

Yan Chuyang nodded and replied in broken Japanese, “はい、私は今時間がありますが、どこにいますか？(Ok, I’m free now. Where shall we meet?)”

Yan Chuyang could speak a few simple words of Japanese because he loved Japanese comics when he was a child.

Hearing Yan Chuyang was speaking Japanese, Mr. Yamashita on the other end of the phone was stunned, and he quickly answered, “私はアシスタントを位置しています。もし時間があれば、今お会いしましょう。(I will ask the assistant to send you a location. If you’re free, let’s meet now.)”

Yan Chuyang vaguely understood the location and a few words about their meeting. He nodded and said, “はい。(Alright.)”

A few minutes later, the location was sent to his phone. It was a cafe on Budong Road in Song City.

Yan Chuyang tidied up his backpack quickly and came out of the classroom, rushing to the cafe.

Their meeting went on smoothly.