Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

163. You Can’t Recognize Me?

Translator: Ron L

“This is super wrong.

Thankfully, you met Chuyang.

That kid is cute. When I look at his face, I couldn’t help smiling.

In short, you found the right person. My mistakes didn’t cost you much after all.

Alas, I should stop here. Mr. Zhuo’s hands are numb. I can’t trouble him any further.

Son, I hope you won’t be upset when you see this letter. I hope that you will remember my good side.

This is all. Farewell.”

Wei Qing’s tears dropped on the paper, forming a blob.

Feeling startled, Shen Shimin hurriedly came up. “Wei Qing, what’s wrong?”

The man covered his chest and slid down till he squatted there weakly. His eyes were horribly red.

‘This is like a farewell letter.

Wei Dongsheng… passed away?’

The grumpy man who often scolded him departed from this world?

Why didn’t he tell him? After all, he… he was his son…

Why did he just leave him a letter on his death bed? Why did he keep it from him? Couldn’t he meet him one last time?

When Yan Chuyang saw the man’s bloodshot eyes, his heart skipped a beat. In a hurry, he also went over.

Flustered, Shen Shimin held Wei Qing’s shoulder, patted his back, and comforted him, “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Standing aside, Yan Chuyang looked blankly at the hugging pair.

He could feel Wei Qing’s despair. He wanted to hug Wei Qing but dared not approach him. At that moment, he was not sure who could comfort the man, Shen Shimin or him?

“Yan Chuyang.” The man’s hoarse voice suddenly came over.

Yan Chuyang snapped out of the daze, quickly squatted, shouldered Shen Shimin aside, moved closer to Wei Qing, and grabbed his hand. “I’m here. Wei Qing, I’m here.”

Wei Qing’s stiff shoulders sagged suddenly and his head landed on the boy’s shoulder heavily.

Yan Chuyang’s heart convulsed when he felt the warm moisture on his neck. Only then did he realize that the man as tough as leather was crying.

In distress, Yan Chuyang tightened his arms, held the man tightly, and muttered, “It’s okay, Wei Qing, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m here..”

After five minutes of silence, a whimper like the growl of a beast came from his shoulder. “*Sob…*Sob…”

It was depressing and painful.

He cried just like this… back when he lost his grandmother, he felt that the whole world had abandoned him.

On the one hand, he was afraid that others would hear him; on the other hand, he hoped that they could hear him.

“Shh,” Yan Chuyang stroked the man’s shoulder and soothed him in a hoarse voice repeatedly, “It’s okay, Wei Qing, I’m here. I’ll with you forever.”

“Yan Chuyang…” The man’s husky voice came from his shoulder.

Yan Chuyang straightened up, “I’m here. I’m listening.”

The man whimpered like a child, “Yan Chuyang, my father is gone. I no longer have a family. I have only me…”

Yan Chuyang’s heart convulsed.

He knew that Wei Qing was upset but had not expected such a heavy blow.

‘That handsome fella is gone?’

When they first met, the old fella hugged him and found him cute. ‘All of a sudden, he passed away?’

‘But he is still young, talking and acting like a stripling. His charming personality always attracts people to him.’

‘How could it be!’

That was Wei Qing’s father, and Yan Chuyang hadn’t had a chance to call him dad.

The red envelope that old pal gave him when they first met was still under his mattress. He kept it as a memento and hadn’t spent a cent.

A few days ago, he planned to invite the man to dinner through Wei Qing. After all, their previous meetings were all brief and unpleasant.

He knew that the father and son were in conflict, but everyone could tell that they loved each other.

He hoped that they could sit around, talk it out, and patch things up.

‘But now, it becomes an empty wish?’

Yan Chuyang clenched his fists in distress but forbad himself to cry. Wei Qing was the sadder one, and he should give him strength and comfort.

“I’m all alone now.” Leaning against the boy’s shoulder, Wei Qing sobbed and whispered like an abandoned child.

Yan Chuyang’s heart was bleeding. He held the man tightly and muttered, “You’re not alone. You have me. I won’t leave you. I’ll always be by your side.”

Shen Shimin stood beside them. Her face was pale when she looked at the two men. Intense disillusion got the better of her.

Suddenly, a groan came from outside, disrupting the gloomy atmosphere.

“Geez, it’s all your fault. Before leaving, I told you to find a gardener to take care of the flowers, and you turned a deaf ear. See? In just three months, my roses have climbed out of the wall…”

Following the familiar voice, the air froze up instantly, and Yan Chuyang held Wei Qing stiffly.

The door opened with a bang.

“Haha, I’m back, home sweet…” Wei Dongsheng froze, stared at the hugging men on the floor, and asked blankly, “What… are you doing?”

Why did they hug so affectionately in his house? ‘Thrilling? Hmm…’ He itched to try it out with Zhuo Zhanheng another day.

Dumbfounded for a dozen seconds, Yan Chuyang turned back and stared at the incomer. “Uh, uncle…” The boy swallowed and asked with difficulty, “Is it you?”

Wei Dongsheng laughed and pulled off his gaudy floral shirt, “Who else could it be? Why, do I look hotter following a trip to Sanya? Can’t even recognize me, eh?”

The boy’s eyes widened. “San… Sanya?”

“Wei Dongsheng!” With a sudden roar, Wei Qing rushed to the man and grabbed his collar.