Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

159. Put Down the Bowl!

Translator: Florea

Wei Qing felt a great weight of sorrow inside him. He muttered in his heart, ‘Bad boy! What can make you have feelings on earth?’

‘You only care about yourself, huh?!’

Wei Qing lay awake half the night depressingly because Yan Chuyang was going to leave. He went upstairs to see him at about 2 o’clock, only to find that Yan Chuyang was sleeping soundly, grinding his teeth and talking in his sleep.

‘Actually, I was the one who felt sad!’

‘I cared for you so much, but how heartless you are!’

‘You were so decisive to say you would leave. You didn’t consider that your behavior would hurt me! Are you ignoring my feelings? How could you live on with your conscience?’

Noticing the expression on Wei Qing’s face, Yan Chuyang was stunned. He touched Wei Qing’s shoulder, “Wei Qing, what’s wrong with you?”

Gathering his wits together, Wei Qing heaved a sigh of relief. Disguising his sadness, he answered in a low voice, “I’m fine. You know, I’m just a little tired due to getting up early to cook.”

Yan Chuyang sighed and turned to look at the dining table, and he swallowed, “I really appreciated that. Actually, you don’t have to make so many delicious meals in the early morning.”

Glancing at the boy’s straight look, Wei Qing raised his eyebrow, “These are all your favorite treats. I made all these because you can’t have them when you leave here.”

There was the twinkle in Yan Chuyang’s eyes. The delicious food on the table made him hurt in his heart.

Was he going to say goodbye to all these delicious foods?

Could he only eat sashimi and shushi in Japan?

“Sit down at table,” Pulling the boy’s wrist to sit on the chair, Wei Qing then sat himself down.

“Um,” Wei Qing picked up a pie from the plate and placed it into the plate in front of Yan Chuyang.

Looking at the greasy pie, Yan Chuyang felt his nose twitching, he asked, “Did you line up to buy them again this morning?”

“Mmm,” Wei Qing remarked casually, “Their stand opened at six o’clock in the morning. And I was there when it was five o’clock. I want you to have the fresh ones.”

Yan Chuyang’s heart sank a little for what Wei Qing said,” You… sigh, you don’t have to do this.” The boy lowered his head and played with the paper handkerchief in his hand. “Actually, it’s okay for me to not have the pie. You should share the bed with me last night if you really want to be nice to me.”

Hearing Yan Chuyang’s words, Wei Qing frowned. He handed the chopsticks to Yan Chuyang. “Come and have the meal. Don’t you have to leave in a while?”

Yan Chuyang nodded. He took the chopsticks, lowered his head to put a piece of fried carp with sweet and sour sauce into his mouth.

It was soft, tender, fresh and delicious.

It was so tasty.

Yan Chuyang then put a piece of braised scallops.

This was Wei Qing’s signature dish. Actually, he rarely made it because it was tiresome to clean the scallops. It was only when they were both at home that he would cook it.

After dipping the scallop meat into the sauce, Yan Chuyang put it into his mouth. The scallop was wrapped in the mild spicy sauce and was cooked to perfection, which tickled his taste buds.

Yan Chuyang was lost in admiration for the taste. After swallowing the scallop, he exclaimed, “Marvelous!”

Wei Qing smiled lightly. Picking up the paper handkerchief on the table, he wiped Yan Chuyang’s mouth. “Have you finished eating? It’s time to leave.”

Yan Chuyang was stunned and hurriedly pushed Wei Qing’s hand away. “I’m still eating now. Why the rush to leave?”

“But it’s getting late,” Wei Qing raised his hand and let the boy look at his watch.

“It’s about nine o’clock. Your flight is at afternoon. We have to go to the airport by car. And I want to buy you some commodities on the way.”

“No no no…” Yan Chuyang lowered his head and put another piece of scallop into the sauce. “I… I have not finished eating. Just a minute please.”

“We can’t wait,” Wei Qing stopped the boy’s hand. “The flight won’t wait for anyone. Let’s go.”

Just then, Wei Qing kept the bowl with scallop away.

Yan Chuyang got angry. He patted the table and shouted, “Put down the bowl! Don’t rush me! I won’t go!”

Wei Qing stopped.

Yan Chuyang said coldly, “Put down the bowl!”

The man obeyed and gave the bowl to the boy. Then he pushed the place with scallops closer to the boy.

Lowering his head, Yan Chuyang started eating without saying a word.

Touching the back of the boy’s head, Wei Qing cautiously asked in a low voice, “Are you sure you won’t go?”

Yan Chuyang replied, “Um, I won’t go.”

Wei Qing coughed drily and said primly, “This is the decision made by yourself. Actually, I support you to go to Japan because it is your dream.”

As the man said this, he constantly picked up the food into Yan Chuyang’s plate.

Scallops, beef, ribs, fish…

Anyway, Wei Qing picked up what Yan Chuyang liked most so that the boy would not have time to think about anything else.

The living room was quiet then.

Neither of them spoke. One was picking up the food and the other was busy eating.

More than ten minutes later.

“Stop it,” Yan Chuyang stopped the man’s hand and raised his head. “I think I’m a little stuffed.”

Wei Qing felt a great weight of sorrow inside him, “Are you sure you are stuffed?”

Yan Chuyang nodded and checked the time. “It’s just after nine o’clock, actually…it’s not too late to go to the airport now, right?”

Wei Qing leaned back in his chair and didn’t speak.

“But, I’ve made my decision that I will not go.” Lowering his head, Yan Chuyang fiddled with the bowl in his hand. “I thought about it for a long time last night. And I think I still have a long way to go. I’ll have no idea what I’m doing if I choose to work with Mr. Yamashita at this time since I have not got any working experience yet.”

Yan Chuyang sighed and said primly, “I’m still young and I still have many opportunities to learn from others. There is no need for me to take a break from school to go to Japan. The gains will not outweigh the losses. Besides, although I admire Mr. Yamashita, it will annoy him a lot if I work with him without any practical experience. So…” Yan Chuyang paused, raising his head, and he said firmly, “I’ve made my decision that I will not go to Japan.”