Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

Chapter 92: You’re Married Now!

Translator: Storm in a Teacup

‘It’s all Wei Qing’s fault!’

Yan Chuyang thought with hatred that it was because he had cooked dishes so well every day that they were nutritious made in hygienic conditions, which made his stomach only get used to mild and clean food that he had no resistance to at all and was unable to endure the food even if it was a little spicy.

After lying on the bed for a while, Yan Chuyang went to the bathroom.

It was already past nine o’clock in the evening. Somehow he had to wash up and go to bed. If he could fall sleep, he might recover after lasting the night.

After washing up in the bathroom, Yan Chuyang went upstairs, let out his breath in a long exhalation and collapsed on the soft bed.

Because he was unwell with a stomach upset, he was sleeping face downwards, and he seemed to feel better when he put the pillow under his stomach.

The boy gasped in a low voice while his eyes were tightly closed. His fair forehead was sweating slightly because of the occasional colic.

Yan Chuyang kept breathing, relaxed his body, and couldn’t help but think, “Quick, get to sleep! As long as I fall sleep, it would be alright.”

The bedroom was quiet except for the ticking of the clock.

Finally, after struggling for half an hour on the bed, Yan Chuyang still got up, touching his stomach. That didn’t work, he still had to find some medicine to take. If the pain went on, he would definitely be unable to sleep for the whole night.

The boy gently knocked on the door of the bedroom on the first floor and whispered, “Wei Qing, are you awake?”

Wei Qing was sitting on the bed with his notebook in his arms to handle the company’s documents. When he heard the boy’s voice, he frowned and said coldly, “What do you want?”

Yan Chuyang clenched his fists and said softly clamping his hand against his stomach, “I… I have something to tell you.”

“Tell me tomorrow if you have anything.”

“My…my stomach hurts that I can’t sleep.”

The door suddenly opened.

Yan Chuyang followed the door, and collapsed weakly on the floor. After enduring for a few hours, the pain had exhausted him.

Wei Qing, whose face was livid, picked up the weak person from the ground and put him on the bed.

“Ouch…” Yan Chuyang grabbed the sheet and gasped pitifully. “Is there any medicine?”

Seeing the boy was ashen-faced, Wei Qing gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t you just feel hot? When did it start to hurt? Why don’t you know you should me even after suffering the pain for so long?”

Yan Chuyang blinked his watery eyes and frowned in disapproval, “It’s you who has been ignoring me. You kept silent in the bedroom that I thought you were unhappy.”

“Of course I’m unhappy!” Wei Qing bent down, fiercely bit the end of boy’s nose and said,

“What’s the relationship between Song Huaiqi and you? He asked you out and you just agreed. He said that he wanted to go to the greasy spoon, and you just took him there with pleasure. Yan Chuyang, why don’t you understand? You’re already married to me! You’ve married me! As a person who has the family, do you think it’s appropriate to be embroiled with others?!”

Yan Chuyang was stunned by his roar. After a while, he came down to earth and tugged at the corner of the man’s shirt, mumbling, “Don’t be angry. I didn’t mean to do it. I just thought you don’t like the greasy spoon, so I didn’t invite you.”

“Who wants your greasy spoon!” Wei Qing shook off his hand and growled.

Yan Chuyang lowered his eyes, feeling aggrieved and didn’t speak.

Wei Qing walked to the cupboard with a gloomy face, found a box of pills called Wei Kang Ning used to treat the disease of stomach and a bottle of painkillers from the spare medical kit. He went out of the bedroom and poured a cup of warm water in the living room, then walked over to the boy, “Can you sit up. Take the medicine with the water.”

Yan Chuyang managed to get up and leaned against the back of the bed.

Wei Qing gave the medicine from his hand to him, and Yan Chuyang put the pill in his mouth, held the cup and took a mouthful of the warm water to swallow the pill.

“When roughly would I recover after taking the medicine?” The boy eagerly looked up at the person in front of him.

“Tut,” Wei Qing sneered and took the cup from the boy’s hand to place it on the cabinet. “You have it coming, and do you still want to stop the pain immediately after taking the medicine?”

Yan Chuyang pursed his lips and didn’t say anything. He felt that Wei Qing had a strange temper now that he didn’t know how he offended him.

After a long silence, the boy said softly, “Now… now that I have taken the medicine too, I’ll go out first.”

“Don’t move,” Wei Qing pressed him down, “lie on the bed for a while.”

Yan Chuyang’s eyes glistened and he said hesitantly, “But… this is your bed.”

“This is also your bed,” Wei Qing said coldly.

Yan Chuyang was cold that he shrank his neck and hesitated for two seconds before whispering, “This isn’t my bed. Mine is on the second floor.”

Wei Qing pinched the boy’s face. “You’re married to me. My bed is certainly yours. If I want, I can hug you to sleep every day!”

Yan Chuyang’s heart suddenly did a complete somersault.

Even though he knew that the man blurted it out in anger, he still nervously clutched the sheet and asked carefully, “Then… when do you want to hug me to sleep? I…I am free all the time.”

Wei Qing suddenly smiled, “Do you really want to sleep with me?”

“Yes,” Yan Chuyang stiffened his shoulders and said primly, “Your bed is bigger and cleaner than mine. I like living here.”

Wei Qing snorted, “You want to sleep here just because you like my bed, right?”

Yan Chuyang nodded.

Wei Qing’s face darkened and he said coldly, “Dream on. I won’t let you sleep here forever.”

Yan Chuyang’s face darkened, and loosened his grip slowly on the sheet. Although he knew he would answer him in this way, he still felt extremely uncomfortable when he heard it.

“Lay down,” Wei Qing raised his chin at him.

Yan Chuyang was feeling uncomfortable and had no time to care about anything else. So he obediently slid down.

Wei Qing threw back the covers and burrowed his warm huge hand into the boy’s shirt.

Yan Chuyang’s body trembled.

Wei Qing’s eyes darkened and he said in a hoarse voice, “Don’t tremble. If you tremble again, I’ll strip you naked.”

Yan Chuyang blushed and rubbed the covers with his hands, “What are you doing?”

“Help you massage your stomach,” said the man as he stretched out his hand and started massaging his soft belly everywhere.

His hand was huge and warm. His stomach that was tangled together seemed to be stretched under his regular massages.

Yan Chuyang let out his breath in a long exhalation comfortably and said softly, “It doesn’t seem to be so painful.”

Wei Qing snorted, “Now, look carefully with your eyes widening. Who is massaging your stomach for you? Who is looking for medicine late at night for you and who is taking care of you without considering the hardship?”

Yan Chuyang smiled warmly, raised his hand and touched the man’s strong arm. He snorted romantically, “It’s you, it’s Wei Qing.”

The man’s shoulders trembled and he was attracted by his hoarse throat so much that his belly tensed.

“If you know that it’s me, then stick it in your heart and understand who really treats you well!”

Yan Chuyang blinked and said in a hoarse voice, “I’ve always known that you are nice to me.”

“Then why did you still eat with Song Huaiqi!”

“Didn’t you go to have the ice cream with Shen Shimin too?”

“Can the two be the same? I’ve known Shen Shimin for seven or eight years. I can read her mind at a glance. How about you and Song Huaiqi? How long have you known him? Can you read his mind?”

“Of course I can.” Yan Chuyang kicked the covers on his feet. “He treats me as a brother and I treat him as a friend.”

“Treat you as a brother?” Wei Qing sneered, “Did he tell you that he treats you as his brother?”

Yan Chuyang pursed his lips, “He didn’t tell me, but I could feel it.”

“You blockhead!” Wei Qing pulled out his hand and pinched the boy’s face. “With such a brain, what the hell can you feel?”

Yan Chuyang stiffened his neck, “Why can’t I feel it? You also treat me as a brother like what Song Huaiqi does!”

Wei Qing’s face stiffened and his eyes rolled. He quickly took back his hand and snorted, “Yes, I treat you as my younger brother, but I’m still different from Song Huaiqi.”

“Why are you different from him?” Yan Chuyang stared at him with his dark eyes.

Wei Qing’s expression changed and he put his hand into the boy’s T-shirt again, rubbing his stomach while said without feeling shame,

“I’m honest with you, and I’ve never had any bad intentions about you. Think about it carefully. Except for kissing and hugging, have I done anything excessive to you? The two of us are innocent and God can prove it, but what about you and Song Huaiqi?”

Yan Chuyang pouted in disapproval, “Song Huaiqi and I are innocent too!”

“How could you be innocent?” Wei Qing’s face darkened again. “At most, I just kissed you and touched you. What about him? He stared at you so nastily, and even smiled at you, and walked  with you shoulder to shoulder? Yan Chuyang, the relationship between the two of you has far overstepped the boundaries of brothers!”

The corner of boy’s forehead twitched and he was silent for a long time before he stammered, “Kiss and hug are much more serious than walking shoulder to shoulder, aren’t they?”

Wei Qing’s eyes glistened that he couldn’t snow him. He quickly changed the subject, “Your stomach doesn’t look well.”

Yan Chuyang frowned, “Why doesn’t it look well?”