Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

162. The Farewell Letter

Translator: Ahve

Wei Qing was afraid that Yan Chuyang would recall the time of taking care of his grandmother in the hospital when seeing the patients in the wards.

Wei Qing knew the one he married. Though Yan Chuyang always seemed unconcerned, nothing escaped his attention.

He was so very sensitive. Most of the time, those bad memories never stopped bothering him, but he was just used to remaining silent and bearing it all alone.

Yan Chuyang nodded, absorbed in thought, “I know. Don’t worry.”

They entered the hospital side by side.

To their surprise, they saw Shen Shimin here as well.

She looked a little haggard. She had not been doing very well recently.

“Why are you here?” Shen Shimin was also surprised.

“To see a patient,” Wei Qing said tonelessly.

“Well,” Shen Shimin breathed a sigh of relief, her shoulder relaxed a bit, “I thought you were sick.”

Yan Chuyang stood by the side awkwardly. He took two steps back spontaneously, stood behind Wei Qing, and gave them space to chat.

“You don’t look well,” Wei Qing said in a deep voice, “Are you sick?”

“No,” Shen Shimin rubbed her face, her tone somber, “Selina has recently fallen ill. She has a fever. I’m here to get her medicine.”

Wei Qing sighed and consoled her, “Don’t get too worried. It’ll take some time for her to recover, and she will.”

Shen Shimin nodded, bracing herself up, “Which ward are you going to? I’ve been here a lot these days and gotten quite familiar with this place. Maybe I can show you the way.”

Wei Qing paused, “I don’t know.”

Shen Shimin frowned, “You don’t?”

Wei Qing was not sure which ward it was.

He called Zhuo Zhanheng, yet he didn’t answer the phone.

He had no choice but to ask a nurse.

“Wei Dongsheng?” The nurse searched through the computer records for a while and frowned, “I’m sorry, sir. There’s no such a person in our hospital.”

Wei Qing hurriedly asked, “How is that possible? He started to be hospitalized here three months ago.”

“Well,” the nurse shook her head. “I’ve checked the records of the last four months. And I’m quite sure the one you look for isn’t here.”

“Could it be that his information isn’t recorded?” Yan Chuyang asked.

“No,” the nurse explained, “We check the records every other week. If there is a mistake, we should have discovered it long ago.”

“How can this be?” Wei Qing muttered, seemingly frustrated.

He knew Zhuo Zhanheng well, who would never make such a joke and even lie to him.

As Zhuo Zhanheng said that Wei Dongsheng was to have an operation, it should be true.

However, why would there be no records?

Could it be that Wei Dongsheng’s condition worsened and there was no way to treat him in Song City? So he was transferred to another place?

In panic, Wei Qing ran out of the hospital.

Shen Shimin and Yan Chuyang looked at each other and quickly caught up.

Wei Qing drove to the villa where Zhuo Zhanheng and Wei Dongsheng lived.

Shen Shimin followed since she couldn’t stop worrying about Wei Qing.

The villa was so quiet, outside the gate shut. Obviously, there was no one.

Wei Qing opened the gate by entering the password and strode in.

Flower and grass planted in the yard grew wildly as rambling branches of lovely roses stretched freely along the wall and to the windows. The evergreen tree had not been pruned for a long time and was no longer in its original shape.

Right at this moment, it was known to them all that Zhuo Zhanheng and Wei Dongsheng had been long gone.

Wei Qing walked up to the door, took out the key card that Wei Dongsheng gave him from his wallet and opened it.

The living room was deadly silent and dark with no lights on.

Wei Qing took a deep breath and slowly walked in.

A letter was already waiting for him on the coffee table.

“To my dear son, Wei Qing.”

Wei Qing took the letter from the coffee table hesitatingly, his fingers trembling, and carefully opened it.

He could tell that it was not written by Wei Dongsheng as the handwriting was strong and neat instead of unruly and hasty.

It should be Zhuo Zhanheng who wrote it down as Wei Dongsheng dictated.

“My dear son, when you read this letter, Uncle Zhuo and I have already left.

Actually, I wanted to leave on my own, but he still followed. He insists that I couldn’t do anything well by myself and that I will be bullied when living there alone.

You know, I feel like I’m really spoiled like a child as he’s always by my side, and we probably will spend the rest of our lives together like this.

However, my son, I really hope that you can find the person who spoils you forever.

I know, you’re definitely angry about my leaving in this way now, but I really don’t know how to say goodbye to you.

Likewise, for so many years, I don’t know how to tell you that I love you.

You do know that I’m used to being unruly, and there is nothing I can do about it. I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, and everything goes smoothly in my life. And luckily, I met Zhuo Zhanheng, my true love, when I was only 20 years old.

I feel proud, but I didn’t expect that you’re just as proud as me.

I admit that ever since you were born, I’ve been trying to control you and make you the one I want you to be.

Actually, it doesn’t mean that I don’t love you.

On the contrary, I just love you too much.

If you don’t believe me, you can go to the streets and ask any parent if he ever has the same thought as me. I just want you to have a bright future.

But now I know I was wrong.

I’m too selfish and too narrow-minded.

I shouldn’t have the idea that you should be into men too just because I am.”