Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

Chapter 84: I Won’t Give Up

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

As Yan Chuyang was thinking, he glanced out the window and suddenly saw Shen Shimin coming out of the company.

She stumbled when she walked, as if she was drunk. When Yan Chuyang saw her coming down the stairs, her heel twisted and she was about to fall, he hurriedly threw the blanket in his hand, opened the door, and trotted to the girl’s side, supporting her shaky body, and frowned. “What’s wrong with you? Are you drunk?”

Shen Shimin raised her head, stared at the person in front of her blankly, and her originally big beautiful eyes were bloodshot.

Yan Chuyang frowned and asked, “Are you crying?”

Shen Shimin’s expression changed and she quickly shook off the boy’s hand. Then she raised her hand and wiped tears haphazardly, saying in a hoarse voice, “I’m not crying. I just chatted with Wei Qing about the old days and felt nostalgic.”

“Oh,” Yan Chuyang’s eyes darkened and he nodded in depression, “You felt nostalgic. I thought something happened to you…”

“I’m fine.” Shen Shimin suddenly raised her voice, “I and Wei Qing are close. He didn’t blame me. He welcomes me very much. Yan Chuyang, I’ll return to his side soon!”

Seeing the girl’s anxious and pale face, Yan Chuyang shrugged, “I didn’t say anything. Why are you so excited?”

Shen Shimin pursed her red lips, gritted her teeth and raised her hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes. “Yan Chuyang, I won’t give up.”

Yan Chuyang was confused. “You won’t give up what?”

Shen Shimin opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but suddenly she heard the footsteps behind her. Her expression changed and she hurriedly looked up. “I still have something to do. I’m leaving now.”

Shen Shimin quickly walked towards the parking garage.

Wei Qing walked out of the company lobby and saw Yan Chuyang standing outside the door. He frowned and asked, “Why did you come out? Didn’t I tell you to sleep in the car?”

“Ah,” Yan Chuyang scratched the back of his head and said, “It’s too stuffy in the car. So I come out for a walk.”

Wei Qing gripped the boy’s wrist with a sullen face and touched his palm. When he found it was not too cold, he finally stopped frowning, “Let’s go home.”

Yan Chuyang nodded and followed Wei Qing towards the car parked on the side of the road.

Wei Qing opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

Yan Chuyang was stunned, “Don’t you drive?”

“Mmm,” Wei Qing nodded, raised his chin in the direction of the steering wheel, and said, “You drive.”

“Ah?” Yan Chuyang got into the car in a daze and sat down in the driver’s seat. He touched the steering wheel with disbelief and said, “Didn’t you not believe in my driving skills? You also said you were afraid that I would let your car be scrapped.”

“It’s okay,” Wei Qing leaned back on the seat, closed his eyes, and said faintly, “I’m next to you. Nothing will happen.”

Looking at his tired face, Yan Chuyang felt worried, then he asked somewhat hesitantly in a soft voice, “Are you in a bad mood?”

Wei Qing frowned slightly, turned to look out the window, and said in a deep voice, “Fasten your seatbelt and drive.”

Yan Chuyang’s eyes darkened. He turned around and fastened his seatbelt. Then he awkwardly pressed on the clutch, put into gear, checked the gas pedal, and slowly started the car.

Although Yan Chuyang got a driver’s license, he was still not confident. He didn’t have a car, so he usually went to school by bus or Wei Qing picked him up. He got his driver’s license half a year ago, but now he had somewhat forgotten how to drive.

Wei Qing had been resting with his eyes closed and seemed very tired.

Yan Chuyang could feel Wei Qing’s depression but he didn’t know how to comfort Wei Qing. He could only drive the car as quickly as possible and go home early to let Wei Qing rest.

About ten minutes later, Wei Qing opened his eyes. When he turned his head and saw that they were still around the company, he was so surprised and angry that he turned to look at the person beside him and said, “Are you riding a snail? It’s been ten minutes. Why are we still here?”

Yan Chuyang pulled back his head with guilt and said, “Safety first.”

When Wei Qing saw the dial pointer wobbling between number ten to fifteen, his forehead twitched and he gritted his teeth. “Now the road is not congested. Fifth gear, 80 kilometers per hour.”

“Ah,” Yan Chuyang held the steering wheel somewhat fearfully, “So fast?”

“It’s the highway. If you want to drive at your speed, we might as well get out and run home!”

Yan Chuyang frowned hesitantly and said. “I am afraid of danger.”

“What danger is there?” Wei Qing was unhappy. “How many times have I told you? I’m next to you. I’m next to you. There’s no need to be afraid.”

“Alright,” Yan Chuyang pressed the accelerator hard and the car roared away in a blink.

By the time they got home, it was already ten o’clock at night.

Wei Qing pulled off his tie and sat down on the sofa, looking tired.

After Yan Chuyang turned on all the lights in the living room, he sat down next to Wei Qing. Then he pounded his arms which were sore after driving nervously, turned around, and lay down in Wei Qing’s arms. He raised his head, pecked on Wei Qing’s lips, and said, “I’m done. I want to go to sleep.”

“Tut,” Wei Qing pulled the boy’s wrist. “No bath?”

“No,” Yan Chuyang frowned and said, “I just took a bath yesterday, and I’m very tired today. So I don’t want to take a bath.”

While saying that, Yan Chuyang stood up and wanted to go upstairs.

Wei Qing suddenly grabbed Yan Chuyang’s thin waist, gently pulled Yan Chuyang into his arms, pinched the boy’s chin, and kissed him passionately with his tongues. Then he said in a hoarse voice, “It’s okay if you don’t take a bath, but your face needs to be washed. Remove your makeup before you sleep.”

Yan Chuyang replied, “Got it, I’ll go upstairs to wash.”

Wei Qing let go of his waist, “Sleep early after washing your face.”

Yan Chuyang nodded, looking at the unconcealable loneliness on the man’s face, he said softly. “You also sleep early.”

Wei Qing’s eyes flashed, avoiding Yan Chuyang’s gaze, and said okay.

Looking at his obvious evasive response, Yan Chuyang sighed. ‘It seems that Wei Qing is not going to tell me what he is suffering.’

Yan Chuyang went upstairs, removed his makeup and went to bed.

After running non-stop for a day, Yan Chuyang fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.