Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

Chapter 93: You’re Married to Me

Translator: Sissel

Wei Qing rubbed the boy’s slender waist, amazed by its incredibly soft and smooth touch, saying insincerely, “Why are you so soft? You don’t have any muscles.”

“I have.” Yan Chuyang was startled, sucking in his stomach muscles hurriedly. “You didn’t feel it. I… I’m thin, so it seems that I don’t have muscles.”

Wei Qing shook his head. “You are not thin. You just don’t have any muscles at all.” He touched Yan Chuyang’s waist and frowned, saying, “You are as thin as a stick, and you are not strong. No wonder you are so prone to illness and your stomach aches after eating only a little barbecue.”

Yan Chuyang blushed in embarrassment. His muscles were not as strong as Wei Qing’s.

The last time when Wei Qing kissed him, Yan Chuyang couldn’t help but touch Wei Qing’s waist. It was particularly sturdy with six perfect packs.

His good shape was attributed to his daily exercise. Wei Qing had strict requirements to himself. Even if he was busy, he would spare time to go to the gym and exercise. In his eyes, people who couldn’t control their shape would never succeed.

Yan Chuyang was afraid that Wei Qing would despise him, so he pushed Wei Qing’s hand away with a red face and said, “Stop rubbing. My stomach is not aching now.”

Wei Qing clicked his tongue and extended the other hand, holding Yan Chuyang’s arm. “Don’t move. Enjoy my massage.”

“It’s not aching anymore!” Yan Chuyang kicked the blanket anxiously.

Wei Qing was about to stop rubbing when he saw Yan Chuyang struggled hard, but he enjoyed the delicate touch on Yan Chuyang’s waist so much that he couldn’t stop. He pinched Wei Chuyang’s stomach for a while, and then rubbed his waist. He reveled in the soft smoothness.

“Wei Qing!” Yan Chuyang turned pale in anxiety. “Stop rubbing!”

Noticing the quivering in his voice, Wei Qing withdrew his hand and pulled down the T-shirt, frowning in displeasure.

“What? Are you burning the bridge after you cross it? After all, you are married to me. Why can’t I touch your stomach?”

Yan Chuyang stood up anxiously from the bed and straightened his clothes, saying in a muffled voice, “You got me wrong. You can touch after I have muscles.”

His voice was low, and Wei Qing didn’t hear what he said. He just pulled the blanket and said lightly, “Song Huaiqi will come to our home tomorrow. Remember to behave yourself.”

Yan Chuyang was startled. “Are you really going to invite Senior Song to dinner?”

Wei Qing frowned. He abruptly turned around and stared at Yan Chuyang coldly, “Senior… Senior… How many years has Song Huaiqi been away from school? He has already become an old fox! Why are you calling him so intimately?”

Yan Chuyang pouted. “Everyone addresses him that way. Although he has graduated, he is our alumnus.”

“I don’t care if he’s an alumnus or not.” Wei Qing tugged at his collar and said with an annoyed expression, “Anyway, stop calling him that way. You’re married to me now. If you address someone so affectionately, I’ll be embarrassed.”

Yan Chuyang touched his neck uneasily and whispered, “Wei Qing, can you stop saying that I’m married to you all the time?”

Wei Qing flew into a rage. “What’s wrong? Why can’t I say it? You’re married to me. Have I said anything wrong?”

Yan Chuyang hunched up his shoulders. “Why are you so angry? You didn’t say anything wrong, but our relationship is fake. We have a contract.”

Wei Qing’s face darkened. “I know. You don’t need to remind me.”

Yan Chuyang lowered his head and kicked the carpet. “So, stop mentioning it from now on.”

If Wei Qing kept saying that they were married day after day, Yan Chuyang would have the illusion that their relationship had gone beyond that two thin pieces of contract.

But this kind of misunderstanding was absolutely not allowed.

Illusion was terrible. The more he indulged himself in it, the more desperate he would feel when he lost Wei Qing.

Therefore, he had to be clear about his position all the time.

Just as Wei Yuan said, sooner or later, Wei Qing would show all the cards on the table and divorce Yan Chuyang. He would drive Yan Chuyang out of the Wei family and chose a girl he liked. He would get married and have children, living a normal life.

And Yan Chuyang would have nothing at all. He had to plan for himself.

“Go back and rest.” Wei Qing raised his chin at Yan Chuyang and said softly, “Your Senior will come over tomorrow morning. You’re married to me now, you have to…”

“Here you go again.” Yan Chuyang raised his head and glared at Wei Qing bitterly. “Didn’t you agree that you wouldn’t mention I’m married to you?”

With a glimmer of coldness flashing in his eyes, Wei Qing snorted and stooped closer to Yan Chuyang, saying word by word, “You’re married to me. You don’t want me to mention it, but I won’t listen to you.” After his words, he pulled Yan Chuyang over and fiercely kissed his lips. His tongue sailed inside Yan Chuyang’s mouth and and demanded for his warm breath.

After kissing for a long time, Wei Qing felt that his lower abdomen was hardening. He took two steps back and said in a panting voice, “Go back to sleep.”

Yan Chuyang stuck out his tongue and licked his swollen lips from the kissing, complaining, “You don’t even tell me before you kiss me now.”

“Why should I tell you?” Wei Qing raised his eyebrows and said shamelessly, “You’re married to me!”

At six o’clock in the morning, Wei Qing got up and jogged. After that, he took a cold shower and started to fix breakfast.

Cooking was supposed to be done by Nanny Wang, but Yan Chuyang only had breakfast at home, so Wei Qing took over the job of making breakfast.

Nanny Wang was from the North, so she had a heavy taste. Yan Chuyang was soft and tender, so Wei Qing worried that Yan Chuyang could not get used to Nanny’s taste.

After half an hour in the kitchen, Wei Qing came out with the breakfast.

There were preserved eggs and pork congee, green cabbage pancakes, and a few appetizers. As his pork tripe stew with fructus amomi and astragalus root was not ready yet, Wei Qing went back to the kitchen after he put down the dishes and wiped his hands.

The pork tripe stew was good for the stomach. After the incident last night, Wei Qing could tell that Yan Chuyang’s stomach was weak. Yan Chuyang liked to eat spicy food, but he couldn’t eat a lot. A small amount of spicy food could burn his stomach and cause a cramp.