Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

198. Let’s Change into Formal Clothes and Go Out

Translator: Bryan

After saying that, Yan Chuyang found himself unable to continue. Holding his table napkin with his head down, he lapsed into silence.

He wouldn’t have told such a lie if he had any sense of shame.

Wei Qing snorted with a smile, picked up some more noodles with his chopsticks and held them to Yan Chuyang’s lips. “Do you want more?”

Yan Chuyang swallowed, hesitated for a brief moment and eventually opened his mouth to eat the noodles.

Having taken the first bite, he was soon offered a second bite. He appeared a little awkward when taking the first bite, but after that, things went much more smoothly.

Wei Qing kept offering him more, and Yan Chuyang kept leaning over to eat. Before long, the noodles in Wei Qing’s bowl were finished.

Looking at the empty bowl, Yan Chuyang edged back embarrassedly and said, “I won’t eat from your bowl again. I’ll get my own noodles.”

With that, Yan Chuyang turned around to take a bowl.

Wei Qing suddenly flung his arms around Yan Chuyang’s waist and moved him to his lap. Yan Chuyang uncontrollably fell into Wei Qing’s embrace, struggled for a moment and asked confusedly, “What are you doing?”

“Do you like the food I cooked?” Wei Qing asked hoarsely, stroking Yan Chuyang’s slender waist.

Yan Chuyang nodded. “Yeah. You’re a better cook than me.”

“Do you like the noodles I made?”

Yan Chuyang blinked and bobbed his head vigorously. “I do!”

Wei Qing seldom cooked wheaten food. Perhaps because he had been living in the south for a long time, he didn’t seem to like noodles. The staple food in his house was mainly rice, so it was rare for Wei Qing to cook noodles personally.

“After breakfast, I need you to do whatever I tell you to do. Change into formal clothes and go somewhere with me. I’ll cook you noodles again tonight, okay?”

Yan Chuyang suddenly stiffened, and his face became slightly awkward. Eyes downcast, he kept silent.

Feeling apprehensive, Wei Qing clapped the boy on the shoulder and said softly, “I’m speaking to you. Be obedient to me today and I’ll cook you noodles tonight, okay?”

Yan Chuyang lowered his head further, his fingers clutching his pants on his knees, his eyelashes trembling.

Wei Qing’s heart sank. He asked coldly, “What’s wrong? You don’t wanna do that? Even food doesn’t work on you now? Is that it?”

“It’s not like that.” Yan Chuyang lifted his head anxiously, blinked his black eyes and said softly, “There’s an ambiguity to your words.”

Wei Qing was confused. “What ambiguity?”

Yan Chuyang coughed, licked his lips and said with a faint flush on his face. “You said you’d cook me noodles tonight. Do you mean… Are you referring to… noodles… or something else down there?”

Wei Qing was bewildered. Frowning, he said, “Of course, I was referring to noodles. What else do you wanna eat? Cooking you noodles means…”

Wei Qing abruptly broke off in mid-sentence, and an inscrutable look flashed across his eyes.

Yan Chuyang hurriedly straightened his back, coughed and said before Wei Qing could continue, “See? I told you there’s an ambiguity! You can’t blame me for overthinking it. Your wording was problematic.”

Wei Qing pulled a wry face. “What are you thinking about?”

Yan Chuyang snorted and raised his inky eyes to stare at the man in front of him. He asked, “What is it that you’ll offering me tonight?”

Wei Qing shook his head, nibbled the tip of Yan Chuyang’s nose playfully and said in a low voice, “Noodles!”

Yan Chuyang let out a sigh of relief, looking regretful. He grabbed Wei Qing’s shirt button and snorted, “That’s disappointing. I’ve eaten noodles this morning. What a bummer…”

“What are you mumbling?” Wei Qing gripped Yan Chuyang’s hand and pressed it to his heart. “Do you understand what I just said?”

Yan Chuyang curled his lip. “What do you mean?”

Wei Qing lowered his head and repeated it again. “Change into formal clothes after breakfast. I need you to go somewhere with me.”

Yan Chuyang frowned, “Where are you taking me?”

“You don’t need to know that. Just stay by my side.”

Yan Chuyang nodded. “Then promise me you’ll cook me marmite noodles tonight.”

Wei Qing kissed Yan Chuyang’s forehead. “As long as you do as I say, I’ll cook you anything you want.”

Yan Chuyang’s curiosity was piqued, wondering why Wei Qing was asking him to wear formal clothes and making him such a promise. Was it because something important was going to happen later today?

But having noticed Wei Qing’s secretive attitude, Yan Chuyang knew that he wouldn’t be able to dig out any information from him. Therefore, he just quietly finished breakfast. Anyway, there was no way Wei Qing was going to do him any harm. Knowing that he would get the food he wanted tonight, Yan Chuyang decided to do as he was told.

The two of them were eating quietly when Yan Chuyang’s phone vibrated.

Wei Qing’s brow twitched. Before he could see the caller ID, Yan Chuyang answered the call.

“Hello?”

“What?” Yan Chuyang’s face changed as he sprang to his feet from the chair.

“Well…Stop crying. I’ll be right there.

“Where is it? Is it Qinghe Hospital? Okay, okay. Calm down. I’ll be there in a minute.” With that, Yan Chuyang hung up the phone, hastily picked up the coat from the chair, put it on and said, “Wei Qing, I can’t go out with you today. Something urgent has come up. I gotta go.”

Wei Qing stood up and, looking at the boy’s anxious face, said, “What is it?”

Yan Chuyang hesitated for a moment and finally said with a frown, “My mother said my brother’s condition worsened, and that he needed an emergency operation. They’re in urgent need of money.”

Wei Qing snorted, “So she wants you to deliver the money to her?”

Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes. “I can’t just ignore her.”

No matter what, she was his mother. He was under obligation to help her.

Wei Qing sighed and, running his fingers through Yan Chuyang’s hair, said, “I’m not asking you to ignore her, but I don’t think you can handle this alone. I’ll go with you.”

It was something after 9 o’clock when the two of them arrived at the hospital together.

Yan Chuyang hurried to the ward on the third floor according to the room number that his mother had told him on the phone.

Fang Jingshu had sounded anxious and panic-stricken on the phone, and Yan Chuyang had thought that the situation in the ward was dire, but unexpectedly, when he pushed the ward door open, he saw a very heart-warming scene.

Fang Jingshu and her family were sitting together, chatting and eating fruit.

Her youngest son was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, a relaxed smile on his ruddy face, Fang Jingshu peeling an apple for him, her husband talking and chuckling at the bedside.

They were a perfect family of three.

Yan Chuyang seemed to remember that he used to have that kind of happiness as well.