Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

190. Substitute

Translator: Florea

Why did someone suddenly donate to Yan Chuyang, who had always been low-profile? Why did the donor choose to be anonymous? Why did he write him and say those words of encouragement to let Yan Chuyang feel he could rely on the donor?

Originally, Wei Qing had a ray of hope that the donor might be a low-key stranger. Seeing that Yan Chuyang was in a difficult situation at that time, this anonymous guy donated to Yan Chuyang in a moment of kindness.

But his hope fell through.

It was Song Huaiqi. He was always plotting to pick up Yan Chuyang.

The anonymous donations, the letter of encouragement, all these were to let Yan Chuyang be more touched when telling him the truth in the future.

His goal had actually been achieved. Yan Chuyang had already said in his diary that he had started to rely on the donor since then.

If Song Huaiqi had chosen to tell Yan Chuyang about the donation and tell him that the person who helped him five years ago was Song Huaiqi, and the person who saved Yan Chuyang’s grandmother was also Song Huaiqi. Song Huaiqi was the one who guarded Yan Chuyang through the most difficult days. It was Song Huaiqi who was watching, accompanying and writing to him, telling Yan Chuyang to keep on trying. Everything was done by Song Huaiqi, then what would happen?

Yan Chuyang would definitely fall in love with him. After all, at the beginning, his love was because of gratitude for Song Huaiqi.

Yan Chuyang would profess his love for Wei Qing just because of a misunderstanding.

Yan Chuyang had got it all wrong. He thought the person who donated was Wei Qing, so he said he liked him.

Actually, the person he liked should be Song Huaiqi.

Wei Qing leaned back on the sofa and stared at a certain point in the air with his blank eyes.

After a long silence, gently opening his hand, Wei Qing glanced at the crumpled page in his palm.

The door opened suddenly when he was staring into space.

The man’s eyes rolled. Then he quickly stuffed the paper into his pocket and put the grey notebook back under the pillow.

Yan Chuyang stood outside the door, one hand pressing against the wall. He changed the slippers and shouted with a hanging head, “I feel so awful. You know, I was stuck in traffic and the bus was stop-and-go.”

Wei Qing didn’t say anything but sat on the sofa.

Walking to the sofa, Yan Chuyang put the canvas bag on his back down to the carpet and habitually lay down on the man.

Wei Qing kept his back straight and stared at the boy’s head with blank eyes.

Putting his arms around Wei Qing’s waist, Yan Chuyang buried his face in his arms. “I called you when I was nearly back. Why didn’t you answer the phone?”

Wei Qing rolled his eyes and said hoarsely, “I was careless and dropped the phone.”

Yan Chuyang sighed, “Do you know how hot it is outside? I was in a trot on the way back when I got off the bus. And I am sweating. Feel it.”

Yan Chuyang grabbed Wei Qing’s hand, trying to let him feel the sweat on his abdomen. But as soon as he touched the man’s back, he was pushed away by a force.

Yan Chuyang was not prepared, exclaiming, then he fell backward.

The man suddenly stood up and shot out his hand to keep hold of the boy’s hand. But finally, he didn’t do that.

Yan Chuyang fell to the floor and subconsciously reached out for support. The fragments of the broken phone screen went into his palm.

The sharp pain spread across his palm, but Yan Chuyang didn’t feel anything. He just raised his head and looked at the person in front of him who was angry at him.

Wei Qing had never frowned at him since they had been married for four months.

It was the first time he pushed him so hard.

Moreover, they were very close. When he fell, Wei Qing had a chance to keep hold of him, but he didn’t do that.

Yan Chuyang saw with his own eyes that Wei Qing withdrew his hand and stood by and saw him fall.

He deliberately wanted him to fall.

Wei Qing’s behavior struck a chill to the heart of Yan Chuyang. And Yan Chuyang felt chilling and even a little scared.

“You… what’s wrong with you?” After a long silence, the boy finally broke the silence.

Blinking, Wei Qing turned his head to avoid the boy’s gaze. He looked to the side and said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

He didn’t mean it? Yan Chuyang glanced at the hand that the man had just withdrawn. He simply said “oh”, his face void of emotion. Then he stood up cautiously, brushing the pieces of glass off his palm, then he clenched his fist to hide the cut.

Walking over, Wei Qing looked at the boy up and down. “Are you ok? Did you get hurt?”

Yan Chuyang shook his head, “I’m ok.”

Holding back the impulse to pull the boy over to check up, Wei Qing frowned and said, “If you are ok, just go upstairs for a rest.”

“But I didn’t have my dinner yet…”

“I’ll cook the meal in a while, and I’ll take it to you.”

“But I want to watch you cook it downstairs..”

“Yan Chuyang…”

“Do you think you can never bear me?” The boy interrupted him and stared coldly at the person in front of him. “I’m just standing by the side to watch you cook. And you can’t put up with it, right?”

Wei Qing’s jaw was set firmly. He replied in a cold voice, “I didn’t mean that. You’re imagining things.”

“But you never spoke to me like this before,” Yan Chuyang clenched his fists and said in a trembling voice, “No matter what happened in the past, no matter how we fight, how angry we are, your glances will never be furtive like this.”

“I’m just a little tired.”

“You’re tired, so do you think I’m a stranger now and want to shoo me away?”

The man looked sullen, “You’re talking nonsense!”

Wei Qing’s heart was stinging from the word “stranger”.

Actually, from another perspective, wasn’t he a stranger to Yan Chuyang?

In other words, he just took the place of Song Huaiqi. He was a substitute.

Yan Chuyang unilaterally treated Wei Qing as the person who namelessly helped him back then. He would marry him and like him. Wasn’t it because of the “donation” that year?

If he didn’t misunderstand it, would Yan Chuyang still like him if Wei Qing told him the truth?