Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

188. Yan Chuyang’s Secret

Translator: Florea

Wei Qing didn’t say anything. After a moment’s silence, he said in a low voice, “If you don’t like me anymore, just tell me. I really don’t mind. I know that I’m getting older and won’t be more handsome. I know that in your heart, I may be…”

“I like you!” Yan Chuyang interrupted him, his voice dropping to a whisper, “Say no more about it, ok? I felt bad when you said those words. You’ve always been young in my heart.”

Wei Qing then asked promptly, “Did you miss me?”

Sighing, Yan Chuyang walked to a little nook and coaxed,” I’ve been missing you the whole morning. I didn’t even listen to the class.” Finishing his words, the boy blushed and looked around. “I’ll be right home soon. Can we say this when I get home?”

Wei Qing replied with satisfaction, “Um, I’m getting off work too. Do you want me to pick you up?”

“Don’t come over,” Yan Chuyang walked to the bus stop sign outside the school gate and said, “Here comes the bus. I’ll get home in a few stops.”

Wei Qing replied, “Be careful on the road. I’ll get home soon.”

“Ok, you too.” Then Yan Chuyang hung up.

Wei Qing kissed on his phone. After he hung up, he quickly turned around, picking up the car keys on the table, he then walked out the door.

Wei Qing drove back very quickly. When he reached home, Yan Chuyang hadn’t come back yet.

Opening the living room door, the man changed into slippers and lay down on the sofa comfortably.

After a while, he looked round. Burying his face in the pillows, he took a deep breath.

It was the scent of Yan Chuyang’s shampoo.

Yan Chuyang always loved to play games while lying on the sofa, especially after taking a shower. He often played on his phone before his hair was dry.

In the past, Wei Qing didn’t like to lie on the sofa. He thought that the sofa was for sitting on and the bed was for lying in. However, ever since he lived with Yan Chuyang, he gradually liked the feeling of lying on the sofa.

It wasn’t that it made him feel at ease, but he liked this feeling very much. He felt that the two of them were very close when he snuggled down in Yan Chuyang’s pillow and smelled his smell.

Taking the pillow to lean against the sofa, the man felt something hard against his neck.

Frowning, Wei Qing slightly straightened up and took out a grey leather notebook out from the pillow.

“Oh no, bonehead.” Taking the notebook and lying down, the man shook his head, “You put everything under the pillow. Aren’t you afraid of being hit?”

With a swish of his hand, he had wanted to put the notebook on the coffee table. Suddenly he, out of the corner of his eye, saw the lines on the lower-left corner of the notebook. It read “My Daily Diary”.

“My Daily Diary?” The man frowned and put the notebook in his hand. “Is it a diary? Does he keep a diary in this day?”

Wei Qing laughed again.

Why couldn’t Yan Chuyang keep a diary? Wei Qing knew that Yan Chuyang was cute. There was nothing weird about it.

He had wanted to put the notebook back, but when he put it under the pillow, the man’s heart beat faster.

He didn’t know what was written in the diary.

Yan Chuyang said that he had always liked Wei Qing and had a secret crush on Wei Qing. Then Wei Qing’s name must be in the diary, right?

Would Yan Chuyang keep a record of his crush on Wei Qing in the diary?

“Take a look.”

The idea suddenly popped into his head.

For an instant, Wei Qing took out the notebook.

There was a wheel-shaped lock on the grey notebook. Wei Qing needed to enter a 6-digit passcode to open it.

He entered the number of his birthday. No, wrong passcode.

Then he entered the number of Yan Chuyang’s birthday. Yes, correct passcode!

He unlocked it.

“Well!” The man frowned and snorted, “The password is set to be the number of his own birthday. Didn’t he like me? Shouldn’t it be the number of my birthday?”

Apart from the fact that the passcode on Wei Qing’s phone was the number of their wedding anniversary date, all his passcodes, including the computer’s, the safe’s would be the number of Yan Chuyang’s birthday.

“Sigh! Such a heartless boy.”

Wei Qing complained and opened the diary.

He was surprised to see the date on the first page. It was five years ago.

Yan Chuyang was about in his mid-teens five years ago.

Concentrating, Wei Qing started to read the first page.

11th, Month XX, Year of XXX, Sunny.

I received another sum of money today. It was 20,000 yuan and it was just enough to pay Grandmother’s medical bills of next month.

I wanted to write a letter to that person, and I wanted to thank him.

However, there was nothing I could do. I didn’t know his address, nor did I know his name. I didn’t know anything and where could I send the letter?

I really wanted to see him and tell him personally: Do you know how much you helped me? You saved my grandmother’s life. If possible, I am willing to do anything for you.

But I couldn’t see him.

Why did he hide his address and name?

I really want to see him.

15th, Month XX, Year of XXX, Sunny.

That person actually sent me a lot of books and supplements.

The books were the review material which was very helpful to my study and the supplements were for Grandmother when she was discharged from the hospital.

How strange it was that he knew my needs so clearly!

These were what I needed the most in the last few days.

I felt like he was very close to me, as if he was living next to me. He was watching clearly what I was going through.

How I wish to see him!

17th, Month XX, Year of XXX, Sunny.

Oh my gosh, I actually saw the mail address on a box of supplements.

That person must have forgotten to ask the deliveryman to peel away the address.

001, Garden of Hengyang District, Haihe Road, Song City.

Wow, sure enough that person isn’t far from me. He is also in Song City.

However, he lives in the villa downtown while I live in the suburbs near Song City.

Grandmother went to their neighbor’s to chat. I ran out when she was not at home.

I was going to find him. I hope to see him. I want to thank him in person.

I changed several buslines to the villa.

It took me three hours to sit on the bus and I felt like I was going to throw up.

However, no matter how uncomfortable I was, it was worth it.

Because I saw him.

He… he was very good-looking. I was at a loss for words. I didn’t know what words I could use to describe his face. In short, I was shot dead by a glance of his face.

He was much taller than me, clean-limbed. And he wore a decent suit.

This was the first time I’d seen a man who could be elegant and dashing in such a black suit.

He seemed to be unhappy. He frowned and had a stony look.

However, beneath his gruff exterior, he was really kind-hearted. He was bending over and feeding a cat with a piece of bread.

I was too cowardly to talk to him. I didn’t expect him to be so good-looking.

It was stressful to chat with such a good-looking person.

It would make me feel kind of bad about myself.

Just as I was agonizing, he turned his head. After he saw me, he threw me the bread and said coldly, “Hey, boy, I’m going to school. Help me feed the cat.”

After he finished, he turned and left.

Alas, I just watched him walk far away. I should have run after him!

20th, Month XX, Year of XXX, Sunny.

I actually saw a picture of that person at Wei Yuan’s house!

I knew his name was Wei Qing.

Wei Yuan said it was his cousin.

Alright, I decide to like him!

Yes, it is just that sudden.

Um… actually, it isn’t sudden. He wrote so many letters to me with so much encouragement. And he also helped me so much. I already regarded him as someone I could rely on.

I didn’t know if I did the right thing. I am a man and he is also a man. Can I like him?

I was a bit annoyed, but I had fallen in love with him.

Alas, forget it. That’s all right then.

I decide to find him and thank him in person when I go to college. And I would work hard to make money and return the money he gave to me.

I want to chase him like a man.

Suddenly, the notebook fell to the floor. And Wei Qing stared blankly at the floor.

The living room was plunged into silence and the tick of the clock became dull.

Donating money? Donating supplements? 001, Garden of Hengyang District, Haihe Road?

Wei Qing knew very well that the things Yan Chuyang wrote had nothing to do with him at all.

He had never personally assisted any student in his own name, let alone personally donate money and supplements. He had never done anything about charity personally.

The charity was always handled by his company finance. When it was at the end of the quarter, the accountant would report to him about the records.

He wouldn’t ask and he wouldn’t be bothered to ask.