Spoiled Rotten by the CEO After a Contract Marriage - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: I’m Going to Cause a Scene!

A sweltering $38^{circ}$C (100.4$^{circ}$F) heat could not warm up the utterly disheartened Yang Yuyang.

His mother was serious this time; she had cut off all his financial resources.

His two Ragdoll cats were already meowing with hunger, licking the spotless, reflective empty cans around him, looking pitiful and sad.

Xiao Yang is weak, but a father must be strong! For the sake of his two babies, he made a decision! He was going to beg on the streets!

He absolutely refused to bow down to his family; he was not going to be locked into the grave of marriage in the prime of his life.

Yang Yuyang fiddled around, used a mask and sunglasses to cover his face, smashed a bowl at home, and took his erhu (a two-stringed Chinese fiddle) to the subway entrance to perform and beg.

Before his butt could get warm, a pair of impeccably shined leather shoes appeared in front of him.

He didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. Yang Yuyang didn’t greet him, instead playing the mournful “Reflections of the Moon on Er-Quan” (Erquan Yingyue) on his erhu.

Yang Yi covered his ears: “Stop playing. Your terrible technique sounds like a vengeful spirit that died three days ago and climbed out of the grave. You’ll scare the passersby and have to pay them compensation. I’m telling you, Your Majesty, can’t you just apologize to your mom? Then everything would be fine.”

Yang Yuyang stopped his “ghost summoning” and grunted unhappily: “Apologizing means getting married, and I don’t want to.”

Yang Yi didn’t mind soiling his suit and sat cross-legged beside him: “Marriage is a good thing. Look, didn’t your cousin just get married? After attending his wedding, didn’t you feel the urge to get married?”

Yang Yuyang smiled without warmth: “Then after you attended Grandpa San’s funeral recently, did you feel the urge to die?”

Yang Yi reached out and poked his head: “You little brat, is that how you talk to your dad?”

Yang Yuyang promptly feigned good behavior, burrowing into his father’s arms and wailing: “Dad, didn’t you say you’re the head of the house? You have to help me! I haven’t eaten meat for days. Your two sweet grandsons are about to ascend to heaven from hunger.”

Yang Yi sighed with heartache: “You know very well: when the family agrees, I’m the head; when the opinions are split, your mother is the head.”

Yang Yuyang’s face instantly changed: “Forget it, I can’t count on you. I’ll continue performing for money then.”

“Fine, I won’t try to persuade you anymore.” Yang Yi, seeing his son so unfeeling, dusted his pants and prepared to leave.

Yang Yuyang shouted at his retreating back: “Are you really not going to help me? It’s fine if I starve, but what about your two sweet grandsons?”

Yang Yi turned back, took out two hundred yuan from his wallet: “For my sweet grandsons to buy canned food.”

“What about me?”

“Still the same: apologize to your mother and everything will be fine. Otherwise, I can’t help you.” A henpecked husband is like this—he has to love his son but pamper his wife. To pamper his wife, he can only let his son suffer.

“Fine! Just you wait. When I return leading a hundred thousand heavenly troops and generals, that will be the day you regret this!”

Yang Yi shook his head, still not forgetting his chuunibyou (eighth-grade syndrome) at a time like this: “Take these two yuan for the subway ride home. Come find me when you really can’t go on anymore.”

Yang Yuyang grabbed a sliver of hope: “Will you give me money?”

“I’ll teach you how to survive a month without eating or drinking.”

“…Go, go, go!”

Yang Yi really left, leaving Yang Yuyang sitting there, huffing with anger.

Yang Yuyang truly couldn’t understand why his mother, a high-IQ woman of the new era, would believe a fortune teller!

The root of this problem was ultimately his cousin, Mu Junyu, who insisted on introducing some face-reading master to his mother. The result was that as soon as the master saw him, he said that if Yang Yuyang didn’t get married within the year, something terrible would happen. His mother panicked and insisted on him getting married. When he refused, he ended up in this situation.

Just as he was filled with resentment and contemplating going to Mu Junyu’s to strangle him, Mu Junyu coincidentally called.

“Dear, are you okay?” Mu Junyu felt very guilty about the matter, but his tone was cheerful because he was currently enjoying a sweet double vacation with his man.

Yang Yuyang’s resentment was enough to sustain ten Evil Sword Immortals: “You better transfer one million to me now, or don’t let me see your face again.”

“One million isn’t enough for your extravagance either. It’s a temporary fix, not a permanent solution. You should just apologize to Auntie. Or you could seek refuge with my mother, but you know my dad’s personality~”

Mu Junyu’s dad treated Yang Yuyang like a fifth son and was also eager to arrange a marriage for him, so he probably wouldn’t help.

“So, you specifically called to mock me?”

“Of course not. As your cousin, I’m pointing you in the right direction.”

“Spit it out. Don’t even think about telling me to apologize.”

“My husband has a friend who is also being pushed into marriage right now. Why don’t the two of you meet? If it works out, give it a try?”

Yang Yuyang frowned: “Isn’t that still a blind date?”

“No, no, no, not a blind date, straight to marriage.”

“…That’s even more outrageous.” He didn’t want to get married in the first place, and Mu Junyu was telling him to get married.

“It would be a fake marriage, of course. The two of you can talk it over. If you can agree, then this problem is solved. You can trust Si Miao’s friend, he’s absolutely reliable. If it doesn’t work out, you’ll only waste a little time, which is better than singing on the streets now.”

Yang Yuyang didn’t say anything, and Mu Junyu continued: “Think about it carefully. Auntie is serious this time. If you’re unwilling, I really can’t help you. At most, I can give you some money for food, but I can’t provide the money for your favorite ‘paper people’ (2D characters), merchandise, or cosplay.”

Yang Yuyang was an otaku (a fan of anime, manga, and related media—er-ci-yuan), and buying these things had become a habit. Now that new merchandise was being released, he was penniless and extremely anxious.

“I have to hang up now.” Mu Junyu was eager to spend time with his man.

“Wait! Si Miao’s friend… how old is he? And still unmarried?”

He had only met Si Miao once; the impression was that he was very handsome, but looked too mature, like someone he’d call ‘Uncle.’

Mu Junyu impatiently clicked his tongue: “What are you talking about, kid? My husband is eighteen in every aspect.”

“…No soliciting on the phone.” (A playful request to stop sexual innuendo).

“Hmph, I’m not talking to you anymore. I’ll text you the phone number later. If you’ve considered it, contact him yourself. Oh, right, if it works out, be careful when you sleep at night.”

Yang Yuyang’s pupils widened slightly: “Why? Is he a pervert?!”

He was so handsome; it wasn’t impossible for the other party to have ill intentions towards him.

“I’m afraid you might do something to him, you pervert. He’s very handsome, you know. Don’t secretly pull down his pants in the middle of the night. You’ll get reported to the police and end up in ‘iron window tears’ (jail) while you’re still young.”

Yang Yuyang hung up the phone, knowing that Mu Junyu couldn’t say anything nice. He was a pure male college student, twenty-two years old, and hadn’t even held a man’s hand. How was he a pervert?

Mu Junyu leaned contentedly in Si Miao’s arms: “It should work out.”

Si Miao hooked his pinky finger and smiled ambiguously: “You Wen Chen is very handsome?”

Mu Junyu leaned in and kissed him: “I was just speaking up for your friend, dear. I didn’t even notice what he looks like; my eyes are only on you.”

Si Miao was satisfied: “Mhm, you worked hard.”

“But I have to say first, I’m only helping out. If he’s not a good fit for Xiao Yang later, I’ll definitely help him get a divorce.”

This time, they had worked together to set a trap, hoping to bring Yang Yuyang and You Wen Chen together. Mu Junyu originally didn’t want to get involved, but the fortune teller Zhuang Zhen repeatedly guaranteed that Yang Yuyang and You Wen Chen were truly a match made in heaven. Considering that Zhuang Zhen had previously brought him and Si Miao together, and given that You Wen Chen was indeed distinguished and graceful, Mu Junyu still helped.

Now, he just hoped that he hadn’t made a mistake and that the two of them were really a good match.

…

Yang Yuyang returned home and used the money Yang Yi had given him to buy cat food. After feeding his two Ragdolls, he stroked their soft fur absentmindedly.

“What should Daddy do?” Yang Yuyang was somewhat conflicted. Whether it was a real marriage or a fake one, the idea was too remote for him. But his current situation wasn’t working either; he couldn’t stay away from home forever.

He also had a job, live streaming on a popular website. Now, because of this incident, his work had been postponed, and his fans were almost hoarse from crying out for him.

After agonizing for a long time, he still sent a friend request to the person. The other party quickly accepted and invited him to meet the next morning.

The other party’s attitude was excellent, and the language was very polite, but Yang Yuyang still felt uncomfortable. Although it was fake, it was still a marriage. Doing this seemed too rushed.

But he had already agreed, and he couldn’t break the appointment at the last minute. Looking at the comfortably napping kittens on the floor, a bold idea sprouted in Yang Yuyang’s mind.

The next day, he dressed sloppily and took the two cats to the agreed-upon hotel. He had decided: as long as he didn’t starve to death, he would keep fighting and never easily yield to the forces of evil! He didn’t believe that not getting married would actually cause any problems.

“Fanfan, Zhouzhou, Daddy’s future happiness is in your paws. When the other person walks in, you two need to start causing a scene, but don’t scratch them.”

Yang Yuyang planned to use this trick to scare the other person away. If the person got upset, he could say, “Since you don’t like cats, we can’t live together,” and then make a quick escape. Although it was a bit embarrassing, it was better than a direct rejection.

Fanfan and Zhouzhou nodded their fluffy little heads, looking proud. Don’t worry, Daddy, leave it to us!

The time skipped to nine o’clock, and the door to the private room opened exactly on time.

Fanfan and Zhouzhou immediately rushed at the person when they heard the movement, scratching at the person’s pant legs with their little paws.

“Are these your little cats? They’re so cute.” You Wen Chen didn’t mind, crouching down to gently stroke the backs of the two cats.

Yang Yuyang’s eyes went wide. So handsome, it’s deadly?

You Wen Chen was not as stern and old as he had imagined. Instead, he was very refined and easygoing, with a smile as warm and gentle as a spring breeze. His voice was a clear, pleasant young man’s voice that made people feel naturally drawn to him. What hit Yang Yuyang’s “XP” (preference) the most was his glasses; Yang Yuyang felt that others wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked like insurance salesmen, but You Wen Chen wore them with an indescribable air of asceticism.

Crap, am I going to become a pervert for real?

“Hello, my name is You Wen Chen.” You Wen Chen stood up after petting the cats and offered his hand for a handshake.

Yang Yuyang stretched out his hand and stammered: “Hello.”

As their palms touched, a flicker of unusual emotion flashed in You Wen Chen’s eyes, and he restrained the urge to move closer.

Fanfan had already shamelessly succumbed beneath his suit pants, exposing its belly to be rua-ed (pet/rubbed) by the handsome man.

Zhouzhou still held onto its last belief: This man is here to steal our Daddy! Watch as Yang Zhouzhou does a perfect soul-whip, forcing him to retreat!

Zhouzhou jumped onto the table, gathered momentum, and leaped, attempting to knock the man down.

Unfortunately, before it could even touch him, Yang Yuyang grabbed it.

“Why are you so disobedient? What if you had knocked him down? Seriously, you’re not sensible at all.” Yang Yuyang stuffed him into the cat carrier.

Zhouzhou: ???

You were the one who told me to cause a scene just now!! I’m going to cause a scene! I’m really going to cause a scene!