Contractual Marriage: We’re Meant to Be Together

Chapter 95 He is Lying

Translator: 蛋黄

Wei Qing lowered his head and rubbed against Yan Chuyang’s nose. “Why didn’t you say it earlier? You just refused my kiss directly. I thought you did not want me to kiss you.”

Yan Chuyang snorted, “How can I say it earlier? You just started arguing with me from the beginning. I was totally overwhelmed.”

“Idiot,” Wei Qing lowered his head to kiss the boy’s lips and said, “You don’t even know how to argue with others. How can you protect yourself in the future? You will be bullied.”

“No one will bully me,” Yan Chuyang pouted, “… except you.”

“That’s impossible.” Wei Qing looked at Yan Chuyang’s handsome facial features and said in a cold voice, “You look so handsome, everyone wants to tease you and argue with you the moment they see you. And you always blush when you are angry. Why are you always blushing? Do you know, when people see you blushing, they want to bully you even more?”

Yan Chuyang rolled his eyes speechlessly, “I’ve lived for so many years and I really haven’t argued with anyone!”

Wei Qing snorted, “That is because you are lucky. Listen to me. From today onwards, if you have any time, please practice to be more thick-skinned. Don’t blush and never make your eyes watery when just a little thing happens. I get angry when I see it.”

Yan Chuyang nodded, “I got it.”

The two of them stayed in the kitchen for another couple of minutes before coming out of the kitchen with the casserole at about eight o’clock.

“Wei Qing,” Yan Chuyang looked at the porridge and the ordinary dishes on the table and frowned somewhat worriedly. “Isn’t it inappropriate to have just these few dishes?”

“Why is it inappropriate?” Wei Qing wiped his hands with a tissue on the table. “You ate so much barbecue last night and your stomach just felt better a moment ago. You can’t eat too greasy food, can you?”

“But…” Yan Chuyang raised his head in confusion, “But this is the first time he comes to our house. Wouldn’t it seem like we’re not entertaining my senior if we only prepare food like this?”

“Hmph,” Wei Qing whispered coldly, “It was not meant to be used to entertain him.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing.”

Wei Qing walked to Yan Chuyang’s side and pushed him onto a seat, saying, “Eat your meal first. We’ll talk about it after breakfast, okay?”

“The guest hasn’t come yet.”

“You eat your breakfast first,” Wei Qing handed him the chopsticks.

Yan Chuyang could only take the chopsticks and sit there with a frown.

Wei Qing took the bowl and scooped a spoonful of congee with pork and century egg. “Eat this porridge first, warm your stomach before eating the pancake.”

Yan Chuyang lowered his head and started eating uneasily. Wei Qing pulled a chair and sat next to him, staring at the boy eating. While watching, Wei Qing crossed his arms in front of his chest.

When Yan Chuyang was eating the porridge, his mouth was red and he occasionally licked the corner of his mouth. Wei Qing didn’t manage to kiss on his mouth just now, but it was also good to stare at it.

While they were eating, the doorbell suddenly rang. Yan Chuyang straightened his shoulders nervously, “I’m opening the door.”

Then he put the bowl down and walked to the door.

“Wait!” Wei Qing suddenly called out.

Yan Chuyang paused and turned back. “What’s wrong?”

Wei Qing straightened his collar and stood up from the chair, walked over to Yan Chuyang, hugged his shoulder and said, “Let’s go together.”

“Uh…” Yan Chuyang walked to the door with a confused face as Wei Qing’s arms were around his shoulders.

The door opened.

Song Huaiqi was holding a silver suitcase in his hand and standing upright at the door.

“Song Huaiqi, you come so early,” Yan Chuyang smiled and said, “Come on in.”

Song Huaiqi smiled and handed the small suitcase to Yan Chuyang. “I don’t know what gift to take, but I know you like to draw, so I bought a set of sketching tools for you.”

Yan Chuyang’s eyes lit up, then he said happily, “My pens are just broken. I’m just about to buy it. This gift is really useful.”

After saying that, Yan Chuyang wanted to pick it up.

“Let me get it,” Wei Qing suddenly pushed Yan Chuyang’s arm away and raised his hand to take the suitcase. He smiled at Song Huaiqi very gentlemanly, “Thank you. Chuyang is very wasteful with drawing pens. I’ve bought pens for him several times. I didn’t expect he would still need them.”

Yan Chuyang turned to Wei Qing with astonishment, “When did you buy me drawing pens?”

Wei Qing turned his head and glanced at Yan Chuyang, saying dotingly, “Oh, you’re so forgetful. How come you forget them right after you use up the pens I gave you?”

“I…” Yan Chuyang still wanted to speak, but at this moment, Wei Qing suddenly looked at him with sharp eyes, “Hmm?”

Yan Chuyang was frightened by his sudden change of expression, so he clenched his mouth tightly, not daring to speak.

Seeing that Yan Chuyang was obedient, Wei Qing turned sideways and said to Song Huaiqi, “Come in.”

Song Huaiqi nodded, walked in, held the cabinet, and changed into slippers at the entrance.

Yan Chuyang obediently walked to Wei Qing’s side and whispered, “Let me take the suitcase, I’ll put it upstairs.”

Wei Qing snorted and whispered, “These drawing pens don’t suit you. I’ll throw them away later.”

Yan Chuyang was so anxious that his face turned pale. He lowered his hand and pinched Wei Qing’s thigh, “I haven’t opened it yet. How do you know they are not suitable for me?”

Wei Qing ignored him, put the box in the corner, and said, “If you dare to open it secretly, then you shall not sleep tonight.”

Yan Chuyang shrank his neck. Of course, he knew what Wei Qing meant. “You shall not sleep” meant that he would kiss Yan Chuyang for the whole night.

Wei Qing didn’t just kiss him, but also bite him. The scar Wei Qing had bitten on Yan Chuyang’s shoulder blade last time had not yet recovered, and now Yan Chuyang would still hurt while he was taking a bath.

Yan Chuyang secretly glanced at the suitcase in the corner of the wall and sighed. ‘It seems that I am destined to part with these brushes.’

“Your house is quite large, Mr. Wei,” Song Huaiqi looked around the living room that was wider than his biggest villa and sighed after changing his shoes.

“Thank you,” Wei Qing said with a smile, “Chuyang likes to live in a spacious place, so when it’s decorated, I deliberately designed the living room to be larger, so that when he sleeps on the sofa at noon, he will be more comfortable.”

‘He is lying!’

Yan Chuyang clenched his fists tightly and shouted in his heart. ‘When you decorated this house, we hadn’t seen each other yet. How could you say you decorated it especially for me?’

Song Huaiqi’s face froze and he struggled to pull out a smile, “… Really?”

“Have a seat,” Wei Qing suddenly reached out to Song Huaiqi, “It’s quite tiring to rush over here, isn’t it?”