Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

38. Call Me Bro

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Yan Chuyang answered ‘yes’, obediently took the bowl as well as spoon from Wei Qing’s hand and started to have the soup.

It tasted very fresh. The soup was thick, but it was not greasy. The aroma of the soup filled the tip of his tongue, making him feel comfortable.

“Good,” Yan Chuyang managed to find some time to give Wei Qing a thumbs-up.

Looking at the boy’s satisfied expression, Wei Qing’s eyes darkened and he suddenly called, “Yan Chuyang.”

“Yes?”

“You can call me Bro.”

“Ahem. What!” The boy suddenly put down the bowl and lowered his head with color flushing his face to have a fit of coughing.

“Are you surprised?” Wei Qing frowned and put his hand behind Yan Chuyang’s back, helping him adjust to breathing, “Why are you so agitated?”

“Ahem… No, ahem.” Yan Chuyang said while coughing. Then he stroked his chest and looked at Wei Qing with a bright red face. “Why did you let me call you bro?”

The man’s expression changed. He lowered his hand, casually took a spoonful of soup and had it, “I just think that you’re young and your parents are away. Besides, we quite hit it off, so I’m thinking about regarding you as my younger brother.”

“Younger brother?”

“Yes,” Wei Qing nodded solemnly, “I will treat you as my brother like treating Wei Yuan.”

Yan Chuyang was shocked as if his chest was stabbed. His fingers unconsciously tugged on the kitchen tablecloth and he thought to himself, ‘If Wei Qing and I become brothers, doesn’t it mean that I couldn’t fall in love with him?’

‘Is this an alternative way of rejecting me? And it seems that he would reject me forever!’

“I don’t want to be your brother,” the boy murmured, “I’m not used to suddenly having another brother, so I don’t want to recognize you as my brother.”

Wei Qing’s face darkened and his voice was slightly cold, “You’re pushing it. As the president of a listed company, I’m willing to be your brother without you paying, which is a pretty good and rare thing for many people. And now are you unwilling to be my brother?”

Yan Chuyang took the bowl and lowered his head to have the soup again. He vaguely said, “I don’t want to recognize you as my brother anyway.”

“Yan Chuyang!” Wei Qing put down the bowl and chopsticks with a crack from his hand. “Do you still want the salary for this month?”

Yan Chuyang raised his head abruptly. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” Wei Qing put down his hand and took out a bank card from his pocket. He swayed it in front of Yan Chuyang and said primly, “All your money is now in the bank card. If I don’t give you any, you wouldn’t even have money for your keep.”

“I won’t give it to you anymore!” Yan Chuyang raised his hand to grab the bank card. “Give me back the card!”

Wei Qing retracted his hand quickly, put the card back into his pocket, and snorted, “This card isn’t yours now. Didn’t you say it was our joint property when we got married?” Then, Wei Qing threatened apparently, “I’ll give you three seconds to decide whether to call me bro or to keep starving for the next whole month.”

“Wei Qing!”

“You still have two seconds left.”

“Don’t make a scene, okay?”

“There’s still one second left.”