Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

40. The Road of Chasing My Husband is Long

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Yan Chuyang put his hands over his ears, “Oh well, I know I’m your brother now. Please don’t keep emphasizing it, okay?”

“Okay, I won’t say it anymore.” Wei Qing pulled down Yan Chuyang’s hands covering his ears and said, “Go upstairs and draw. Isn’t your cartoon competition quite important? Don’t do the work that would hurt your hands these days.”

As he said this, Wei Qing glanced at Yan Chuyang’s hands with slender and long fingers whose bones and joints could be clearly distinguished, and he swallowed, “Your hands don’t look like the ones to wash plates and bowls.”

Yan Chuyang lowered his hands and answered weakly, “If you don’t need me, then I’ll go upstairs.”

“Okay,” Wei Qing nodded.

Yan Chuyang turned around and walked onto the landing. When he stepped on the stairs, Wei Qing suddenly added, “Come on, don’t bring disgrace on our family.”

Yan Chuyang’s legs became limp and he almost fell. Fortunately, he held onto the railing in time.

“Be careful!” Wei Qing’s unhappy voice rang out from behind.

“Got it,” Yan Chuyang endured the pain of his chest and lengthened his stride to run upstairs, opening the door and entering his room.

The moment he entered, the pretense of calm on Yan Chuyang’s face fell apart, his eyes filled with helplessness and depression.

‘What did Wei Qing say to me just now?

Don’t bring disgrace on our family?

Our family? Our family! Does he really treat me as his family?!!’

Yan Chuyang rubbed his face hard and thought sadly, “What is it? Does the person I love at a distance unaccountably becomes my family, and also my untouchable brother?

Is there anything more ridiculous than this in the world?!”

Yan Chuyang had been depressed for several days. This incident came as a terrible blow to him that he didn’t know how to persuade or adjust himself.

Initially, he wanted to talk to Wei Yuan about the worries in his mind. After all, he couldn’t tell the secret of his affection for Wei Qing to anyone except Wei Yuan.

However, what made him even angrier was that Wei Yuan also had been hiding from him these days as if he was deliberately against Yan Chuyang. Once he said that he had something to talk to him, Wei Yuan immediately rejected him on all sorts of pretexts of being busy in the stage show of the club or being uncomfortable to go home as if Yan Chuyang was a virus that he needed to avoid

“Hey!” Just after the class, Yan Chuyang quickly stood up and grabbed Wei Yuan, who wanted to slip through the back door of the classroom. He said with a stern expression, “There’s no class then, and the club’s activity is almost ready. It’s also not the time to eat now. Don’t tell me you have something else to do!”

Wei Yuan grimaced, pulling away Yan Chuyang’s hand, “Chuyang, I… I’ve got a tummy ache. I want to go to the school hospital to see a doctor.”

“Give me a break!” Yan Chuyang glared at him, “I just saw you chatting with the beauty in the back seat with an animated expression. Once I see you and you feel uncomfortable now, is it reasonable?”

Seeing that he couldn’t keep pretending anymore, Wei Yuan gave a deep sigh and straightened up, “What the hell is it you want to see me about these days?”

Yan Chuyang pressed his lips. “I have something in my mind that I want to talk with you.”

Wei Yuan suddenly stiffened his shoulders, “Don’t make me laugh. If you have something in your mind, talk to my cousin. Lay off me will you?” He had been questioned by Wei Qing two days ago, and therefore, Wei Yuan was now so tense that he just wanted to keep away far from Yan Chuyang

Yan Chuyang was his “sister”-in-law, who was liable to lay Wei Yuan open to suspicion, so he had to avert it!

Yan Chuyang’s face darkened, “Don’t mention Wei Qing in front of me. I don’t want to talk with him now!”

Wei Yuan was stunned, “Did you have a row with him?”

“Well, it’s better to have a row!” Yan Chuyang sighed dejectedly and scratched his hair, “He is treating me as his brother now.”

“What?!”

“He said that my relationship with him is the same as yours.”

Wei Yuan imagined how Wei Qing was jealous for him and shivered, “That’s unreal! You’ve been with him for so long, so you can’t live in this situation, right?

Yan Chuyang sighed, “That’s the situation. He hasn’t fall in love with me. Besides, he completely set the relationship between us, which eliminates the only possibility!”

Wei Yuan looked at him sympathetically and sighed, “Don’t be depressed. I still think that there are plenty more fish in the sea. If you really can’t…”

“No way!” Yan Chuyang interrupted him firmly, “It’s impossible for him to use this little trick to let me bottle it. He is my brother. So what? Anyway, I’ll sleep with him!”

Wei Yuan swallowed and looked around, saying in a low voice, “Speak lower, okay? It’s easy to say the thing injurious to morals but it’s not good to announce it in public.”

Yan Chuyang exhaled and stroked his chest, “I’ve been simmering with it for the past few days. Now I feel much better when I tell you.”

Wei Yuan stepped forward guiltily and tapped Yan Chuyang on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, I don’t know that you’ve been suppressing so much in your mind these days, and I have been always avoiding you.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Yan Chuyang causally said, “You must have work to do too.”

Wei Yuan coughed and said guiltily, “Yeah, I’ve been busy with the club’s stage show these days.”

Hearing he mentioned the club, Yan Chuyang hurriedly raised his head and asked, “Is the activity going well now? I’ve been annoyed with my own business recently, so I forget to go to the club to have a look.”

Wei Yuan looked serious, “Don’t worry. You’re the one who has found the sponsorship. Just leave the arrangements of the activity to me. At least, I’m a vice president of the club.”

Yan Chuyang nodded, “I believe you.”

Wei Yuan tapped him on the shoulder, “You could relax yourself too. Don’t you participate in the National Cartoon Exhibition Competition? You have to prepare for it well.”

Yan Chuyang replied, “I will.” This competition was significant to him, which was an important step for him to emulate Wei Qing.

Now that Wei Qing kept distant from him, he could only constantly improve himself and make himself stronger and better, so that he could have no qualms to get closer to him and chase him faster.

In short, the road of sleeping with Wei Qing was long, and he could only search high and low.

As soon as the morning classes ended, Yan Chuyang went home to paint cartoons with a drawing board.

Wei Qing wasn’t here; only Nanny Wang was cooking in the kitchen.

Seeing Yan Chuyang came back, the woman poked her head and said amiably, “Mr. Yan, lunch will be ready soon. Please sit on the sofa and wait a minute.”