Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

193. It Wasn’t a Dream

Translator: Florea

But it was not a big deal. Wei Qing liked vinegar. And he would always make a separate serve for himself and add much vinegar when he was cooking cucumbers. Yan Chuyang knew t it, so he put a small half packet of vinegar in the noodles.

Then Wei Qing would like the noodles he made.

Breathing a collective sigh of relief, Yan Chuyang picked up the large bowlful of noodles and walked out.

It was 10 p.m. while the door of Wei Qing’s room was still closed.

Watching the locked and refusing door, Yan Chuyang sighed heavily, walked to the door, and knocked on the door.

No one responded.

The room was quiet.

Gritting his teeth, Yan Chuyang forced himself to cry, “Wei Qing.”

No one said anything.

And there was no excitement in the boy’s heart.

Yan Chuyang knew that Wei Qing definitely didn’t sleep.

He usually went to bed after 10 p.m. And now he must be working on the affairs of the company.

He didn’t sleep at this time. And obviously, he could hear Yan Chuyang call him, but he didn’t respond. He just coldly neglected him and blew him off.

The boy held the bowl more tightly, his hands veined.

Wei Qing was trying to humiliate him and made him leave with his luggage, right?

He wouldn’t file a divorce petition but force him away in the way of emotional abuse.

Gritting his teeth, Yan Chuyang felt restless and unsettled.

He thought that they had been through together so many difficulties, and they could finally settle down and enjoy a good life. But Yan Chuyang didn’t expect that Wei Qing could get sick of him so quickly.

Hanging down his head, Yan Chuyang looked at the bowl in his hand and said weakly, “I know I’m annoying, but you haven’t eaten all day. And you’ll feel uncomfortable at midnight if you sleep. I made noodles for you. If you don’t want me to enter your room, I’ll put the noodles outside. Then you can open the door when I go.

Finishing his words, Yan Chuyang stooped to put the bowl near the door and turned to go upstairs.

He really didn’t have the energy to stand here and feel Wei Qing’s neglect.

Yan Chuyang was used to Wei Qing’s unconditional tolerance and accommodations, so he felt stifled when suddenly being rejected by Wei Qing.

Taking off his shoes, Yan Chuyang collapsed on the bed and wrapped himself in the quilt.

Sleeping was the best way to hide from the truth.

In the dream, Wei Qing would not fight with him, and Yan Chuyang would not have to be swayed.

Others would lose sleep over their upset while Yan Chuyang was different. He would be sleepier when he was hurt.

And the sadder he became, the safer he slept.

In the year his grandmother passed away, he released his grief through sleep.

And now the only sound was the soft tick of the clock in Yan Chuyang’s room. The boy on the bed breathed evenly and slept soundly.

Yan Chuyang had a dream where Wei Qing apologized to him.

Wei Qing said sorry and that he ignored him today because he was tired and he didn’t mean to.

Yan Chuyang was a little angry and didn’t want to forgive him because he couldn’t understand why Wei Qing could casually say those unacceptable words like asking Yan Chuyang to withdraw his love for Wei Qing just because Wei Qing was tired.

So he told Wei Qing, “You can leave now. I don’t want to forgive you yet. l think l’d like some time alone, please.”

Wei Qing said, “But I didn’t give you the goodnight kiss; do you still want it?”

Yan Chuyang wanted to force himself to say that he didn’t want it, but he didn’t spit out his words. He said in a very roundabout way. “Ok, then you can leave after the kiss. I want to be alone.”

Yan Chuyang hated himself for admitting that he wanted the kiss, but he had no choice but to reject Wei Qing.

As soon as Wei Qing heard the words, he immediately leaned up and hugged him for the kiss.

Yan Chuyang thought it was just a gentle kiss, but he didn’t expect that Wei Qing would kiss him vigorously. He was shoving his tongue down Yan Chuyang’s throat.  Wei Qing took the lead on the movements of Yan Chuyang’s tongues and lips.

They’d been kissing for a long while. Yan Chuyang gasped for breath and he wanted to stop, but he couldn’t do that because Wei Qing held the back of his head.

Yan Chuyang couldn’t get his breath.

The boy suddenly coughed and opened his eyes.

It was only when he opened his eyes that he realized it wasn’t a dream.

The man had deep-set eyes and the two of them were staring at each other with their faces close and breathing shallow.

Seeing that he was awake, Wei Qing lightly pecked the boy’s lips and then leaned back. His face was expressionless.

Yan Chuyang was stunned for a long while before he was brought down to earth. Straightening up, he wiped his mouth with his hands and said with a blush, “What are you doing? It’s late at night.”

Wei Qing didn’t say anything but pulled the boy’s hand over. Looking at the burn in his palm, he squinted and said, “You burned your hand when cooking?”

Yan Chuyang let out an “Um”.

“Why?”

Yan Chuyang coughed quietly and after a long silence, he said, “The noodles were overflowing from the pot. And I just picked them up with my hands, so I got burned.”

“Be careful, you fool!” Wei Qing reproved him.

Feeling awkward, the boy tried to pull his hand back. Wei Qing didn’t let go of him but picked up a pad of cotton from the table beside him. Dipping it in the liquid medicine, he was trying to treat the boy’s burn.

He had taken the medicine to the room long ago.

And he had been upstairs once to see if Yan Chuyang was sleeping well, but when he saw the boy’s hand, he brought the medicine over.

At first, he wanted to rub the medicine on Yan Chuyang when he was asleep, but when he saw that the boy was sleeping so obediently, he couldn’t help himself and directly kissed him. And his kiss made the boy awake.

The boy froze when he saw the cotton swab. He quickly frowned, “Don’t do that. It hurts.”

Wei Qing stopped; staring at the burn, he asked softly, “Does it hurt severely?”

Yan Chuyang felt a little stiff and he lowered his eyes, “It hurts at first, but I’m feeling better now.”