Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

158. Not Feeling Much about it

Translator: Jenny

Wei Yuan didn’t say anything, but he had always been impressed by Yan Chuyang from his heart.

Since Yan Chuyang’s grandmother passed away, he had a tough time. But Wei Yuan had never seen Yan Chuyang sigh or want to give up on his life.

In his mind, Yan Chuyang seemed to be a boy who was always energetic and sunny, and active in everything and saw life in a very thorough way.

He seemed he didn’t care much, but nothing escaped his attention.

“I don’t care,” Wei Qing pulled at his own neckline, with his eyes turning red, “In a word, I can’t rest assured if he goes to Japan.”

“Brother,” Wei Yuan bit the bullet and said, “You are not doing for his good. Whether to go to Japan or not should be Yan Chuyang’s own decision. None of us have the right to stop him, right?”

“I don’t want to stop him.” Wei Qing frowned and said primly, “I will let him make his own decision.”

Wei Yuan’s forehead twitched and he coughed for a while, “Then about the call tomorrow…”

“You must make a call to him, and you still have to cry, and tell him that you are loath to part with him.”

“But I…”

“No more buts!” Wei Qing interrupted him, “That‘s it. If you don’t call him tomorrow, Wei Yuan, you will suffer the consequences.”

After saying that, Wei Qing hung up the phone.

Listening to the beep sound on the phone, Wei Yuan fell down on his bed and hit the pillow. How could he had such a weird cousin? The problem was that he was always afraid of his cousin, and he had been afraid of his cousin ever since he was a little child.

“What’s matter?” Out of the window came a voice of concerning.

Wei Yuan was froze, and a cold sweat ran down his back.

“Who’s that?” Wei Yuan tried to be bold and asked.

“Bang!” The window was opened, and appeared Guo Hanxin’s face. Although the light outside was not bright, he could still see the outline of Guo Hanxin’s handsome facial features.

“It’s me,” Guo Hanxin said seriously, “Why did you hit the pillow just now? Are you in a bad mood?” And who did you talk with for such a long time?”

Wei Yuan stood there stiffly. After a while, he suddenly regained his senses, and threw the pillow out of the window.

“Damn Guo Hanxin! You fucking bastard was guarding at the window the whole night!”

Ah! ! !

It was about seven o’clock in the morning. Yan Chuyang was woken up by the phone.

After Wei Yuan bursting into tears and complaining about how he would miss him, Yan Chuyang’s drowsiness was completely driven away.

“Hey, don’t cry any more,” Yan Chuyang snorted uncomfortably and rubbed his eyebrows, “I fell asleep at three o’clock in the early morning, and then I’m woken up by you within two hours. My hearing is very sensitive now.”

“Brother, oh, ah!! I can’t bear to be part with you!!”

Wei Yuan cried very hard. On the one hand, it was because of Wei Qing’s threat, and on the other hand, he was really reluctant to let Yan Chuyang go.

He grew up with Yan Chuyang. They went to the same primary school, the same middle school, and the same university. Over the years, he had become a playboy among the girls, and Yan Chuyang had become a handsome sunshine young man. Their relationship over the past decade was really close. How could his heart not be filled with misery when his friend was going away?

“Okay, okay,” Yan Chuyang moved his phone further from his ear and said, “Don’t be sad. When I get to Japan, I’ll hang out to see if there’s any collection of Aoi sola. I’ll mail it to you when I find it.”

Hearing this, Wei Yuan stopped yelling and crying, and said seriously, “Not just Aoi sola, if you can find some collections about Maria Ozawa, Kana Matsui, and Mirei Omori… pick a few with better quality, and see if there is any high-definition uncensored films… Oh yes, I also like Abigaile Johnson and Connie Carter.”

“All right, all right,” Yan Chuyang nodded and interrupted him, “There’s no collection of Western actresses in Japan. I’m hanging up now. I have to wash up and pack up.”

Wei Yuan replied quickly, “Don’t forget to tell my brother I’ve already called you.”

Yan Chuyang frowned, “Why should I tell him?”

“Eh, anyway, tell him I’ve called you, alright? I need to catch up with my sleep then. Bye.”

And then, Wei Yuan hang up the phone.

Yan Chuyang looked at the phone curiously, but at that time he didn’t have time to take it seriously.

Alas, he was leaving soon, and he was about to leave Wei Qing. He had no time to care about a call.

The boy looked around sadly, and then sighed. He threw back the covers and changed his clothes, and then went downstairs.

Just as he got downstairs, he smelled a scent from the kitchen.

Yan Chuyang frowned and shouted, “Wei Qing.”

“You came down so early?” The man peeked out from the kitchen. “I thought you wouldn’t get up until eight or nine o’clock.”

“Are you cooking breakfast now?”

Wei Qing nodded and raised his chin in the direction of the bathroom. “Go wash up first, and come out for breakfast.”

Yan Chuyang said yes and turned to the bathroom.

After freshening up, he found Wei Qing had already put breakfast on the table.

It was a big breakfast.

No, it was a feast.

Stir-fried pork slices, kung pao chicken, fried carp with sweet and sour sauce, braised scallops, sweet lily stew, and there was even the famous dish “Buddha jumps over the wall”…

Sweet and spicy dishes, at least twenty of them.

And… his favorite pie.

Yan Chuyang stood in front of the dining table in a daze. His eyes stopped moving.

“What are you doing?” Wei Qing walked over and kissed his forehead, asking, “Did Wei Yuan call you this morning?”

Yan Chuyang regained his consciousness, said “Ah” with his eyes blinked, “Yes. He called me at about seven in the morning.”

“What did he say?”

“He suddenly cried,” Yan Chuyang shook his head in disbelief. “He was a little weird. He wished me a good journey happily the day before yesterday, but today, he was reluctant to part with me.”

“He didn’t want you to go at the first place,” Wei Qing said in a low voice, “You two have been together for so many years. Now that you have to separate with him, he definitely won’t feel good.”

“Actually, it’s alright,” Yan Chuyang rubbed his neck. “It’s not like I won’t be back. I don’t feel much about it.”