Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

60. Do You Think I’m Just for That Little Money?

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Yan Chuyang could clearly feel that Wei Qing had been abnormal these days.

Wei Qing didn’t look at him.

Yes, for the past few days, no matter how Yan Chuyang stared at him or talked to him, Wei Qing hadn’t looked directly into his eyes, unless Yan Chuyang took the initiative to kiss him in the evening. At that time, Wei Qing would respond perfunctorily, but he quickly retreated. In short, he didn’t look straight at him.

Yan Chuyang felt a little awkward, but he couldn’t tell what had happened between them. They had been normal these days, and they didn’t quarrel or have any silent treatments.

Yan Chuyang had wanted to talk to him, but the competition was coming soon. He was busy drawing, so he didn’t take that matter to heart. He just thought Wei Qing was too tired recently and thus was in a bad mood.

It would be June soon. Yan Chuyang was increasingly busy. He had to take a lot of classes and practice drawing, so he almost stayed just in the teaching building and the painting classroom every day.

As the competition approached, he felt more that he was not prepared enough. Because the university assigned a professional teacher to teach him, he started to spend every day in the university’s art hall, not going home, and practice drawing under the guidance of his teacher.

Although he wanted to go home to have lunch with Wei Qing, he understood that it was not the time to be immersed in love. He had to spend all his energy on the competition and abandon all distracting thoughts.

‘It’s a chance to prove myself.

I can’t lose. I can’t disappoint Wei Qing or myself.’

The consequence of being too nervous was that he felt stressed out.

Yan Chuyang didn’t know how many nights he woke up from the nightmare of being eliminated in cold sweats, then turned on the lights in horror, drank a glass of water to get refreshed, got out of bed and finally picked up the drawing board to continue practicing.

Anxiety.

His teacher told him more than once that his state wasn’t good and he could clearly feel he was anxious.

His teacher asked him to have a day or two off to adjust his state before continuing to draw.

But Yan Chuyang didn’t want to stop, or he couldn’t stop. He would become more anxious if he stopped.

His previous failures were too impressive. As a result, he had a reflexive pregame nervousness.

He would never forget that his mother abandoned him and married another man after he failed the first competition. The second time he failed, his grandmother shook her head and said regretfully, “I might not be able to go back to my hometown in my life.”

‘I have already disappointed so many people. If I fail again, will Wei Qing be completely disappointed in me? Will he think I’m useless?’

This strange speculation and prediction made Yan Chuyang out of breath.

It was fine in the daytime. When he was busy, he could still maintain his calm, but in the evening, he was so nervous that he tossed and turned restlessly and couldn’t sleep all night.

Early in the morning.

Yan Chuyang read the explanation of painting on his phone while raising his head to drink milk.

When Wei Qing came out of the bathroom, he accidentally saw Yan Chuyang sticking out his red tongue and gently licking the milk at the corners of his mouth.

Almost instantly, the heat from his lower abdomen forced him to turn around and enter the bathroom again.

After washing his face countless times with cold water and confirming that he became calm again, Wei Qing finally opened the door and walked into the dining room.

“Wei Qing?” Hearing footsteps, Yan Chuyang turned to look at him and put his phone on the table. He frowned and said, “The food is going to turn cold. You’ve been very slow in washing up recently.”

“Yes,” Wei Qing said in a low voice. He sat down without raising his head. He looked down, picked up the tissue on the table, and spread it on his legs. Then he started to pick up his knife and fork to eat breakfast.

‘Once again!’ Yan Chuyang sighed in his heart. ’He has not said “Good morning” to me for several days.’

After a moment of disappointment, Yan Chuyang hurriedly lowered his head and picked up his chopsticks to eat. He had to go to the painting classroom to practice drawing with the teacher at half past seven. He couldn’t be late.

“I’m full,” Yan Chuyang quickly swallowed the last bite of the sandwich and stood up from the chair. He picked up the canvas bag beside him and said, “I need to draw at school at noon, so I won’t come back. Tell Nanny Wang not to prepare my lunch.”

Wei Qing paused for a moment and then looked up at him. “Why aren’t you back?”

Yan Chuyang frowned and said seriously, “My competition instructor said that my painting was not so stable, so he wants me to practice more at school.”

Actually, it was him who wanted to practice more.

“What about your lunch?”

“I can eat something at school.”

Seeing Yan Chuyang’s thinner jaw, Wei Qing frowned, “Is the food in your university okay? I find you are thinner after eating at school for two days.”

Yan Chuyang said indifferently, “Of course, there are more dishes at school than at home. Don’t worry about it.”

Then, he hurriedly pulled out the chair and went out.

“Yan Chuyang,” Wei Qing called him again.

Yan Chuyang stomped, turned around and asked anxiously, “What again?”

Wei Qing stood up and walked to his side. He frowned as he looked at Yan Chuyang’s face that had become much thinner over the past few days.

“If this competition makes you very hard, just give up. It’s just a small bonus. If you want money, I’ll raise your salary. If you really want to go to a comic studio, I’ll accompany you to Japan after I finish my work.”

Yan Chuyang’s face darkened bit by bit and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed as if it had been quenched by cold water.

“Tell me, how much is the bonus? If you need it, I’ll ask my assistant to transfer it to you right now. After a few days..”

“Have you finished speaking?” Yan Chuyang interrupted him expressionlessly.

Seeing Yan Chuyang’s disappointment, Wei Qing was stunned and compressed his lips. “I don’t mean anything. Don’t think too much. I just think…”

“Do you just think that I work hard every day for that little money, right?” Yan Chuyang looked up at him calmly.

“No.”

Yan Chuyang shrugged. “Then you think I can’t do it, so you advise me to give up in advance, right?”

“Yan Chuyang…”