Contract Marriage

Chapter 20

——So your husband is someone you're unwilling to give a call, huh? I'll to teach you later tonight.

After he slashed his card and took his bag with the bought scarves, Han Yang left the store, sending Helian Qing a message in reply soon after.

——Master Helian, are you busy?

Just as his message was sent a response was returned.

——I'm working for the money to allow me to keep a Salted Fish.

Han Yang was just preparing to send a reply when he received another message. Opening it to read: Is the Salted Fish taking a stroll under the sun.

"... You really are too much." Han Yang laughed. He then went online to search for a picture of a princess' headdress to send to him.

When he was finished sending the picture Helian Qing did not respond afterwards, so Han Yang tucked his phone away, then picked up the new items he had bought. After he got into a taxi, he got yet another message from Helian Qing.

——I won't be able to make it back for dinner tonight, so be a good lad and wait for your husband to return home to sort you out.

Han Yang ignored him, simply telling the driver his home address.
                             
                               
Returning home, Han Yang placed the items he bought for his gray into his suitcase, leaving out Helian Qing's bag on their own. After organising the other stuff, he again took out the man's scarves for a closer look.

One of the scarves was dark grey with almost unnoticeable stripes, while the other was a rich brown colour with no pattern. Both had a natural and understated style, high quality fleece which was very soft to the touch, and were very warm.

Han Yang moved to take one of Helian Qing's coats from the wardrobe, hanging the scarves from it—imagining Helian Qing being wrapped in them, and feeling that such a sight ought to be quite pleasing to the eyes.

Lost in admiration for a while, he took the scarves down, folding them, then returned them both to the bag. The coat was also put back in the same place it was taken from in the cupboard not long after, as Han Yang had decided to wait until Helian Qing came back home for him to try them on.

It was now the afternoon, and Han Yang had no intention of heading out again. Taking his laptop with him, he nested himself with the sofa, and began revising the contents of his next exam.

During his dinner, Han Yang all of a sudden felt that eating alone was a bit boring. Without Helian Qing beside him to bicker with, he surprisingly felt rather unaccustomed to loneliness. It appeared that without him being aware of it, that man had taken up the majority of his thoughts.

Helian Qing must also be eating his dinner around now, right?

Han Yang looked at the time, proceeding to take out his phone to send a message, reminding him not to drink too much.

No more than a couple of minutes past since his message had been sent before Helian Qing called.

"Hello," Han Yang answered.

"Did you eat already?" Helian Qing asked, some background noise coming from his side of the line, sounding like it must have been from a restaurant.

"I ate, how about you?" Han Yang replied, questioning in return, "Why did you call so suddenly?"

"A certain someone was worried about his husband drinking when he's out, so said husband should at the least call and coax that someone for a little while." Helian Qing's tone seemed helpless, but in reality, he was bragging.