Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

155. I’m Leaving Tomorrow

Translator: Jenny

When he saw the idol who had influenced his entire childhood life and career choice, unexpectedly, Yan Chuyang was very calm.

Yes, very calm, except for spilling half cup of his coffee with shaking hands, and talking nonsense about the idol’s comics, and then taking out his notebook for an autograph.

Alas!

There was no way for people to understand how excited a starchaser who finally had the chance to meet the idol.

Hikaru Yamashita was more approachable than Yan Chuyang had imagined. He was 52 years old, but his age had not concealed the wisdom in his eyes.

Their conversation had been around the comics, as well as Yan Chuyang’s excited nonsense and worship words. The atmosphere was very harmonious.

In the end, the translator of Hikaru Yamashita said to Yan Chuyang seriously, “Mr. Yamashita is going back to Japan the day after tomorrow. He wants to know if you would like to go with him to work in his studio for an internship. As for your temporary suspension of school, we will have someone deal with it for you.”

Hikaru Yamashita then said in an unfamiliar Chinese, “I’m looking forward to working with you, Mr. Yan!”

The simple words made Yan Chuyang lose his mind at once. Looking at the idol’s amiable face, he nodded without hesitation, “I’m willing to go to Japan with you.”

Once the words spoken, you can’t get it back.

At seven o’clock in the evening.

Yan Chuyang kept breathing deeply at the dinner table, lowered his head, and stirred the rice in front of him with chopsticks, but he never took any food Wei Qing put onto his plate.

He was really not in a good mood.

“What’s the matter with you?” Wei Qing could see Yan Chuyang was distracted, so he frowned as he tapped on the edge of the boy’s bowl. “You can’t even move your eyes? Is the rice looking really nice?”

Yan Chuyang sighed and put down his chopsticks. He looked up at Wei Qing and said seriously, “I need to talk to you.”

“Just speak.” Wei Qing said casually as he sipped his soup gracefully.

“Can’t you stop eating now?” Yan Chuyang said with difficulty, “It is very important.”

Wei Qing sighed, put down the spoon, and wiped his mouth with the napkin. He looked up and stared at the boy, “Alright. What do you want to say?”

“I’m leaving the day after tomorrow.”

Wei Qing’s expression froze, and then he said, “Have you already made the decision?”

“Yes,” Yan Chuyang looked down at the glass in his hands. “I’ve been thinking about it for over a week. Mr. Yamashita asked me several times about it. I don’t want him to wait any longer.”

“Oh,” Wei Qing nodded calmly. “That’s great. Congratulations. You took one more step towards your dreams.”

Yan Chuyang felt his heart hurt a little. He whispered, “I will miss you. When I get to Japan, I will send you a postcard, or some specialties.”

“No need,” Wei Qing frowned. “Just take good care of yourself. Don’t worry about me. I will be fine.”

Yan Chuyang was a little sad to hear that, “Wei Qing, don’t say that. Do you think I did something wrong?”

“Something wrong?” Wei Qing raised his head and chuckled, “You just chose to give up your marriage for your dream on your honeymoon. It’s very normal. Everyone is free to a choice.”

“I never said I give it up.” Yan Chuyang said anxiously, “Just… just temporarily.  As you said, I’ll be back in half a year. Nothing will change.“

Wei Qing’s lips curved into a line and his hands on his legs were clenched into fists.

Fulfilling other’s wishes was really a hard thing to do.

It was easy to let Yan Chuyang go, but how could he deal with his own feelings?

“Sigh,” after a while, Wei Qing sighed calmly, “I didn’t mean that I didn’t want you to go. It’s just because I’ve been busy recently and I’m not in a good mood. Don’t take it seriously. You’ve already made up your mind, then I definitely wish you well. I’ve said that I respect any decision you make.”

“Wei Qing…”

“Anything else?” Wei Qing looked up at Yan Chuyang and wiped his mouth with the napkin. “I’m done eating. If you have nothing else to say, I’m going to wash up first. Eat up everything in your bowl before going to the bathroom.”

Yan Chuyang replied, “OK.”

Since then, they never talked to each other.

The next day, Fang Zheyu came to take away Yan Chuyang’s relevant documents in order to help him book the air ticket and deal with his suspension of school.

Yan Chuyang gave him all the necessary documents. Fang Zheyu was very efficient in his work. That night, he called to say that the ticket was already booked.

The flight would be three o’clock the next afternoon.

Looking at the flight information from Fang Zheyu, Yan Chuyang was utterly confused.

It was already nine o’clock in the evening.

Wei Qing hadn’t got back home.

It was the first time he worked overtime without telling Yan Chuyang. Nanny Wang didn’t come to cook, and Wei Qing didn’t leave him any food in the kitchen.

Yan Chuyang wanted to cook something for himself, but whenever he thought about leaving Wei Qing tomorrow, he felt terrible. What he wanted to do was only lying on the sofa and waiting for Wei Qing to come back.

It was ten o’clock. “Bang!” the door opened, and Wei Qing came back with a briefcase in his hand. Seeing Yan Chuyang lying on the sofa, he was surprised and asked, “Why didn’t you go to bed?”

The boy stood up from the sofa with bewildered look, “You have never come back so late. I am a little worried, so I’m here waiting for you.”

“Oh.” Wei Qing said. After he put on his slippers at hallway, he raised his hand to pull his tie, and he looked at the boy, said casually, “Did you have dinner tonight?”

“Ah,” Yan Chuyang nodded quickly, “Yes. I had dinner at school tonight.”

Wei Qing replied, “I’m sorry. A client came to negotiate the contract just before I was leaving for home. I was too busy to call you that I could not cook for you today.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Yan Chuyang bowed his head and said, “If you can’t come back, I will cook by myself.”

“That’s great,” the man said in a daze, “You’re going to Japan soon. You must cook for yourself later.”

Yan Chuyang felt sad and whispered, “I, I’m leaving tomorrow…”

“Tomorrow…?”