Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

1. Prelude

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

On the dinner table.

Two middle-aged men were seated side by side, and opposite of them was a young man who was about 30.

The young man, with his head lowered, was cutting through the bloody steak and gracefully delivered it to his mouth bit by bit. He had a prominent facial outline and bright eyes. If it weren’t for the blood on the corner of his mouth, it should be a very pleasing scene.

“Swish!” The man sitting opposite the young man let out a long, disdainful retroflex sound, interrupting the silence on the dining table.

“Whap!” Wei Qing finally couldn’t bear the scorching gaze of the man in front of him. He suddenly put down the cutlery in his hand and looked at the man in front of him impatiently, “Wei Dongsheng, it has been ages since I came back last time. Can you do me a favor to let me finish this meal?”

“The meal?” Wei Dongsheng, crossing his arms on his chest, snorted coldly and said, “Son, how could you have the face to eat? You should know that in two more months, it will be your 26th birthday, and you are turning 30 soon. You haven’t even taken a boyfriend home. You still have the nerve to eat? ”

Right, you didn’t mishear. A boyfriend. By the way, Wei Qing was also a man.

Wei Qing had known since childhood that he was different. Others were nurtured by parents, while he was the product of the modern society.

He had no mother, or he didn’t know who was his mother.

He was born in a homosexual family. His father was gay, and so was his grandfather. Except for women, the dozens of people in his uncles’ families are all gays.

It should be inherited.

Wei Qing’s father was Wei Dongsheng.

Wei Dongsheng got married in his twenties with a big merchant in the same city, Zhuo Zhanheng, a popular bachelor with an outstanding family background and a good-looking face. From beginning to end, Wei Qing didn’t know how his goofball dad had made acquaintance with such an upper-class person.

When Wei Dongsheng was twenty three years old, he said he wanted a baby.

Zhuo Zhanheng doted on his wife… husband. Without saying a word, he dragged Wei Dongsheng to Song City’s third-grade class-A hospital and impregnated him.

The so-called artificial impregnation was to obtain Wei Dongsheng’s sperms, and egg cells of any random woman, then combine them outside the body to form a fertilized ovum and cultivate it.

Wei Qing had asked Wei Dongsheng many times from whom he had taken the egg. Regardless of whether he had feelings with her or not, those unknown egg cells could be considered to be his mother whom he should take a look at, but Wei Dongsheng kept his mouth sealed and didn’t say anything about it. After a long time, Wei Qing gave up.

Wei Qing had grown to twenty six years old while he was still straight in all aspects. He kissed a neighbor girl at the age of fifteen, and harvested his first love from a younger college female schoolmate at the age of nineteen. His job was smooth and he was smart. Although he was not as wealthy as Bill Gates, he was never short of money. Zhuo Zhanheng was one of the famous merchants of Song City, and he was a silver-spoon kid.

Although he was still single in his twenties, girls around him never being scarce.

Wei Qing thought that in his life, he should be able to get rid of the tag “gays”, but he was wrong.

This tag was imposed on him by his goofball daddy.

Wei Dongsheng tapped on the table with his finger and stared at Wei Qing, “There will be a blind date tomorrow, which was introduced by your second uncle. A handsome boy. Go take a look.”

Wei Qing’s face instantly darkened. Impatience and distance could be seen in his eyes, and he said, “How many times do you want me to explain to you? I’m different from you. I’m not a gay.”

Wei Dongsheng was irritated at once. He pounded the table with a pang, pointed at Wei Qing and looked towards the man beside him.

“Zhuo Zhanheng, did you hear what your son said? Is that he supposed to say to his own father?! He has no ability to find a boyfriend himself and is unhappy to go to a blind date!

You are almost thirty years old but still single. Wei Qing, open your eyes and look at the boys in your uncles’ families. Who haven’t had a boyfriend yet? Their boyfriends are all elites, charming and tall. To be honest, I don’t want to compete with them. Even if you get me an ugly one, as long as he is a man… ”

“Father.” Wei Qing interrupted him calmly, “Stop talking.”

“Why should I stop? What? It struck home? You have realized how embarrassing you are! ”

“Father, truly, stop talking.” Wei Qing said helplessly.

“You don’t want me to talk? Well, You must go to this blind date. You…”

“You are sick, but don’t make me like you!” Wei Qing suddenly stood up, kicking the chair next to his feet and roaring.

The round wooden bench rolled about on the smooth floor, smashing against the back of the sofa.

The loud sound made everyone in the room quiet.

Wei Dongsheng shrank his neck and said after a while, “Don’t try to scare me. I’m not afraid of you.”

Wei Qing sneered, “Wei Dongsheng, I’m afraid of you, okay?”

After that, the man turned around and walked out.

Wei Dongsheng stood up from his chair and shouted, “Escaping is useless. You are my son. If you don’t find a boyfriend, don’t go back home!”

Wei Qing had been striding out of the room. During this period of time, he looked indifferent and didn’t lose his composure at all.

But when he walked past the villa and reached a place where no one was around, he suddenly broke out. Without saying anything, he raised his foot and kicked the tree.

“F**k, f**k, f**k…” Wei Qing kept venting his anger while stamping on a big tree.

Just in the middle of this, someone patted his shoulder suddenly. “What are you doing?” !

Wei Qing turned his head angrily and saw that it was Zhuo Zhanheng.

Wei Qing hurriedly collected himself, straightened his collar, turned his head and asked coldly, “Is there anything you need?”

He was not familiar with Zhuo Zhanheng. Even though he was his son in name, Zhuo Zhanheng paid all his attention to his goofball daddy, and he rarely asked about this unrelated son.

Therefore, Zhuo Zhanheng wouldn’t pay attention to him unless he had to discuss work with him.

With one hand in pocket, Zhuo Zhanheng smiled very gentlemanly. It must be said that even though he was over forty years old, this man’s demeanor was not worn out because of time.

“Your father is like that,” Zhuo Zhanheng laughed softly. “He is used to being spoiled by me, so he is still very willful in his forties.”

Wei Qing’s heart is itchy. A man said affectionately in front of him that he was used to spoiling another man, which was a lot of messages for him.