Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

22. Your Dad Is here to Inspect!

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

“Have an early rest.” Wei Qing stood up and said, “It’s getting late, so don’t take the trouble to go upstairs, you just settle here on sofa for tonight.”

Yan Chuyang nodded, “Okay.”

Wei Qing turned to leave.

“Hold on!” Yan Chuyang called him.

“What?” Wei Qing turned around and asked impatiently.

Yan Chuyang leaned back on the sofa and pulled the blanket. “Actually, as I’m sick today, I shouldn’t have made this request with you, but…”

Looking at his face with embarrassment, Wei Qing sighed, leaned over and kissed the boy on his forehead. “To prevent infection,I only kiss your forehead. Is it OK?”

“Yes,” Yan Chuyang nodded nonstop and said after a while, “If that’s the case, you need to kiss me twice tomorrow.”

“Ah?”

Yan Chuyang said seriously, “It’s a deal. We have to kiss on the lips. If you didn’t kiss me today, Then you should definitely make it up for me tomorrow.”

Wei Qing didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, “I find that you always go extreme. Sometimes extremely lazy and sometimes extremely stubborn.”

Yan Chuyang compressed his lips, “As to you, I definitely won’t be lazy.” With all his efforts, he still hadn’t got him. He could not afford to be lazy.

Wei Qing had intended to turn around and leave, but then he saw Yan Chuyang’s dry lips. With some hesitation, he walked over to the tea table and poured a glass of warm water, handing it to Yan Chuyang. “Drink some water before sleeping.”

Yan Chuyang took a sip of it very obediently. Then, he looked up at the man in front of him and said softly.

“Wei Qing.”

“Hmm?”

“Is our case today like the saying, ‘lovers’ quarrels are soon mended’?”

Wei Qing’s face darkened. “No.”

“Oh, fine.” Yan Chuyang rubbed the glass in disappointment and muttered, “You still haven’t forgiven me?”

Seeing the obvious dismay in Yan Chuyang’s eyes, Wei Qing couldn’t help rubbing his soft hair on the top of the head. He rubbed it for a while, then immediately withdrew his hand with shock.

He had treated Yan Chuyang as the Pekingese he kept.

The man put his hand in the pocket and said, “Didn’t I say it clearly? The two of us both take a step back. As long as you will behave yourself, let these be bygones.

Yan Chuyang smoothed his dishevelled hair that he had messed up and said in a relieved tone, “That’s good. Don’t worry, I’ll try my best to recover, and I will try to get better tomorrow.”

Wei Qing sneered, “‘Diseases come on horseback, but go away on foot.’ How can you recover so soon?”

“I have to get better soon,” Yan Chuyang looked up at him and said, “I don’t want to trouble you. Besides, ‘in cases of chronic diseases, there are no filial children at the bedside.’ I can’t let you feel that I’m a burden.”

Wei Qing’s face darkened again. ‘No filial children, good!’

“If you don’t know the meaning of these sayings, don’t use them.” After that, Wei Qing returned to the bedroom with a sullen face.

Early in the morning.

Yan Chuyang was woken up by the doorbell. He struggled to get up from the sofa and found that it was only seven in the morning.

“Who is it?” Yan Chuyang held the blanket over his ears. He wanted to close his eyes and fell asleep again, but the bell kept ringing. Not wanting it to affect Wei Qing’s sleep, he unwillingly put the blanket aside and shuffled to the doorway in cotton slippers.

When he habitually looked down through the peephole, Yan Chuyang’s dazed state was suddenly woken up.

With a shudder, Yan Chuyang quickly turned around and trotted to Wei Qing’s bedroom.

Because he had long been used to living by himself, Wei Qing never locked the bedroom door at night. Yan Chuyang pushed it open.

“Wei Qing Wei Qing!” Yan Chuyang pounced on him and shook his shoulder. “Your dad is here. Your dad is here to inspect!”

Wei Qing coughed for being pounced hard by him. He then was startled awake from his dream.

“What are you doing?”

“Wei Qing? Chuyang? Are you up?” Wei Dongsheng’s merry voice rang from the living room.

“Your dad has your key?”

Wei Qing’s sanity was still wandering, he nodded after a while, “Right.”

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Yan Chuyang nervously opened Wei Qing’s pajamas and took two bites hard.

“Hiss-” Wei Qing gasped in pain and kept pushing Yan Chuyang’s shoulder. “What’s your problem?”

While Wei Qing was still dizzy and feeble, Yan Chuyang pressed down Wei Qing’s shoulder with his arms and whispered, “I’m helping you.” Then the boy lowered his head and sucked on Wei Qing’s neck.

By the way, he was not taking advantage of the situation; instead he was really helping Wei Qing.

Speaking of which, all newlyweds would be burnt with lusts at the wedding night, let alone two grown young men. If there wouldn’t be any traces left on their bodies over the night, nobody would believe that they had really slept on the same bed.

The distinct gnawing feeling gave Wei Qing a tingling sensation in the lower abdomen, and his back went numb as if getting a shock.

Though he knew that the person who kissed him was a man, the morning stimulus still aroused him.

Wei Qing’s eyes turned chilly. He grabbed Yan Chuyang’s back neck and roared, “If you kiss me again, I’ll throw you out!”

“Bang!” The sound came from the door.

Wei Qing and Yan Chuyang turned to look outside the door at the same time.

Wei Dongsheng bent down to pick up the scattered hot pot ingredients in a flustered manner and said, “I’m really sorry. I thought you guys have got up and wanted to make hot pot for you…”

“Get out!” Wei Qing yelled.

Wei Dongsheng quickly retreated and closed the door.

Yan Chuyang was still bestriding on Wei Qing’s waist. Watching the man go out, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he leaned down on Wei Qing’s shoulder and said with a little trepidation, “Thanks to my quick… ouch!” “Bam!”

Yan Chuyang was thrown out of bed.

When Wei Qing got dressed neatly and came out of the room. Wei Dongsheng was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking solemn and sighing constantly.

Yan Chuyang rushed into the bathroom to wash up and followed Wei Qing into the living room.