Spoiled Rotten by the CEO After a Contract Marriage - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Yang Yi’s Gift

Just moments ago, Yang Yuxiang was chasing Yang Yi; now, Yang Yi was chasing Yang Yuxiang.

“You brat! When did you learn all that nonsense! Don’t you have any shame!”

Yang Yuxiang ran and retorted: “So what if I know! You already had me when you were my age! Why are you not ashamed!”

Yang Yi had no retort, so he sped up to catch him.

Ou Huanhua and You Wenchen sat on the balcony sipping tea, looking down at the two chasing and wrestling.

“Marrying such a restless person, you’ll have your hands full in the future.” Ou Huanhua intentionally tested You Wenchen, wondering if he would find Yang Yuxiang too much trouble.

You Wenchen presented the teacup with both hands, saying warmly: “A little liveliness makes it interesting. The house feels vibrant.”

Ou Huanhua took the teacup: “Thank you.”

“Mother-in-law, you don’t need to be so formal with me. This is what I should do.” You Wenchen constantly lowered his stance in front of her.

The more he did this, the more suspicious Ou Huanhua became. They were both business people and knew each other well. You Wenchen had never been this polite to anyone before.

After finishing the tea in his cup, You Wenchen took out the wedding proposal he had specially brought: “This is the general plan for the wedding. Mother-in-law, please take a look and see if there are any changes you’d like to make.”

Ou Huanhua nearly lost her composure when she saw the venue written in the proposal.

You Wenchen had chosen Dream Island. The name sounded dreamy, and the price was even dreamier. To rent it out, plus decorations and various procedures, it would cost at least one hundred million yuan.

“Isn’t choosing this location a bit too extravagant?”

You Wenchen’s tone was gentle but left no room for negotiation: “It must be the best for Yàngyáng.”

With someone loving her son this much, Ou Huanhua was both happy and worried.

What charm does this little brat Yang Yuxiang possess to make You Wenchen so infatuated?

Ou Huanhua continued to flip through the pages. You Wenchen had planned every detail perfectly. Of course, the perfection was thoroughly infused with the scent of money.

The wedding rings were top-grade gemstones, the wedding cars were limited editions, and even the wedding attire was by a top designer. Was he trying to get married or just burn money?

Ou Huanhua reached the end, unable to calculate the total cost. She closed the proposal and said to You Wenchen: “Fine, we’ll do everything as you say. But our family will pay for it.”

You Wenchen immediately refused: “What are you saying? I am marrying Yàngyáng. How could I let you pay?”

Only a fool would let his mother-in-law pay.

Ou Huanhua couldn’t help but voice her concern: “You have already given the Yang family so much. If this continues, the debt we owe you will never be paid off.”

You Wenchen smiled: “Your willingness to entrust Yàngyáng to me is the greatest return already.”

Ou Huanhua spent over half an hour negotiating with him, but he subtly blocked every sentence, leaving her no room to argue or get angry. This worried her even more. How could her son ever outsmart this man?

Yang Yuxiang and Yang Yi got tired of playing in the garden, and the father and son tacitly ran up to the balcony to look for food.

“Mom, I want ice cream.”

“Wife, I want ice cream.”

Ou Huanhua was fed up with both of them: “Do I look like ice cream to you? Eat, eat, eat! That’s all you two know how to do all day.”

Yang Yi was shameless. Being scolded by his wife only excited him, and he stuck to her affectionately: “You just said you look like ice cream, so I won’t hold back.”

Yang Yuxiang pouted and went to find snacks for himself.

You Wenchen poured him a cup of warm water: “Don’t eat anything too cold right after running. Drink some warm water first.”

“Thank you… Hubby~” Saying just “thank you” would be too distant.

You Wenchen was very pleased with the “Hubby.”

After they finished lunch at the Yang house, Yang Yi invited them to go fishing in the afternoon but suggested they rest in the room first.

They couldn’t possibly sleep separately in front of the parents, so Yang Yuxiang brought You Wenchen into his room.

The room was large, with the walls covered in his cosplay photos and everyday snapshots.

You Wenchen’s eyes lit up as he entered the room, staring intently at the photos on the wall.

Yang Yuxiang felt a little embarrassed: “It’s a bit messy, don’t mind it.”

He usually liked tinkering with strange things in his room, so he didn’t let the staff clean it often, afraid they might accidentally throw away his favorite items.

“It’s not messy. It’s very cute.” You Wenchen stopped in front of the wall, looking at Yang Yuxiang’s photos.

Yang Yuxiang blocked the wall: “These aren’t nice. Don’t look.”

These were photos from when he first started cosplaying. He was naive and clumsy then, not knowing how to match the character, and his makeup was a mess. His good looks were the only redeeming factor.

You Wenchen held his wrist: “I think they look very good.”

He didn’t have these photos; coming here today was absolutely the right move.

Seeing how engrossed he was, Yang Yuxiang asked curiously: “Do you like cosplay too?”

You Wenchen didn’t seem like the type to be into that.

“I’m interested.” Not in cosplay, but in the person who cosplays.

“Then go ahead and look. I’m going to the bathroom,” Yang Yuxiang didn’t think much of it.

After he left, You Wenchen took out his phone and photographed every single picture, making sure not to miss any.

When Yang Yuxiang came out, he saw him standing on his tiptoes to take a picture of the topmost photo and asked curiously: “What are you doing?”

You Wenchen, caught in the act, was perfectly calm: “I want to have more photos of you on my phone. This way, if my parents see them, they’ll be more convinced that our relationship is real.”

Yang Yuxiang suddenly realized: “You’re so detail-oriented.”

You Wenchen smiled without a word. It’s good that my “wife” is easily fooled.

Yang Yuxiang pulled out several thick photo albums from a cabinet underneath: “I have plenty more here. It’s clearer if you take pictures from these.”

The albums contained photos of him from childhood to the present. You Wenchen looked at a picture of him as a child sitting in a coin-operated kiddie ride, holding a milk bottle. The eyes behind his glasses were practically shooting pink hearts.

Yang Yuxiang didn’t notice his gaze, earnestly introducing the photos: “This was taken right after I was born. Even at a young age, I had a sense of the camera, giving a V-sign with my toes. These are from kindergarten. My dad always liked dressing me up as a little girl, which is why I’m a cross-dressing dalao now.”

You Wenchen’s fingers gently brushed over the photos, as if he could pinch little Yàngyáng’s cheek that way.

“These are my college photos, you…”

Before Yang Yuxiang finished introducing them, You Wenchen suddenly snatched the album, startling him.

“What’s wrong?”

You Wenchen realized his lapse in composure and quickly covered it up, “Nothing. I was just checking the quality of the album cover. I wanted to see which brand it was.”

“Oh, that? I just bought it randomly at the mall. I’ll buy one for you next time I pass by.”

“Mm-hmm, thank you.” You Wenchen replied while opening the album.

College-age Yang Yuxiang had matured. His facial features were less childish than before, but still very cute. In the group photo taken right after military training, he still shone brightly, being noticeably whiter than everyone else.

The next pictures were from a school ceremony during his sophomore year. He rarely wore formal attire, but he got drenched in the rain like a drowned rat on that occasion. Even under those circumstances, he didn’t complain about his bad luck. He smiled and took a selfie as a memento. His face, covered in rainwater, didn’t look defeated; it was full of youthful vigor and energy.

You Wenchen’s gaze was somewhat hazy. This was when he first met Yang Yuxiang.

At that time, he was already successful, the pride of his parents and his school. Logically, he shouldn’t have had any worries, but he just couldn’t muster any enthusiasm for life, and there was a period when he was anxious enough to require medication.

He didn’t dare let his parents know and suffered in silence. One day, his friend Si Miao discovered the signs, so Si Miao found an excuse to bring him back to his alma mater to attend a ceremony, hoping he would interact with lively people and possibly regain his positive outlook.

This tactic actually worked. You Wenchen fell in love with Yang Yuxiang at first sight on campus. He forgot what exactly happened that day; he only remembered the heart-pounding sensation when he saw Yang Yuxiang.

Afterward, he slowly started paying attention to Yang Yuxiang. Knowing he liked cosplay, he organized large comic conventions for him, hoping to make him happy. Knowing he started streaming with an anime avatar, he bought traffic to let more people discover him.

The only thing he didn’t dare do was introduce himself, afraid that if his mood changed later, he would cause trouble for Yang Yuxiang.

The reason he dared to take the first step this time was Yang Yuxiang joking on a stream that he wanted to date.

All his previous rationality vanished in that instant. He could accept everyone liking Yang Yuxiang, but he could not accept anyone other than himself having Yang Yuxiang.

His mindset was a bit extreme, and he had sought professional help for it. But both his doctor and his best friend advised him to be brave and try, which is why he took this step.

The facts showed that he didn’t seem to have made a mistake. He had the ability to make Yang Yuxiang happy every day, and having Yang Yuxiang by his side was enough to keep him perpetually happy.

“What’s wrong? Is this photo making you look silly?” Yang Yuxiang saw him staring at the picture in a daze and curiously poked his head over the photo, meeting his gaze.

You Wenchen snapped out of it, uncontrollably reaching out to rub his cheek: “Nothing, I was just struck by your cuteness.”

His tone was incredibly doting, making Yang Yuxiang blush slightly.

There were no outsiders here now, so why was he being so intimate?

Yang Yuxiang didn’t ask directly and continued introducing other photos to him. They didn’t take an afternoon nap; the entire time was spent looking at the photos.

That afternoon, when they went fishing with Yang Yi, You Wenchen was still clutching Yang Yuxiang’s photo album.

He told Yang Yuxiang he was doing this to put on a show for his parents, but in reality, he felt secure holding the album. He wasn’t afraid of the valuable items in the car being stolen, only that someone might steal the photo album in his arms.

“Wenchen, you brought a photo album to go fishing?” Yang Yi looked at him curiously.

You Wenchen smiled sheepishly, still unwilling to let go: “These are Yàngyáng’s photos. I need to keep them safe.”

“Couldn’t you just leave them in the car? No one can touch them if the car is locked.”

“The weather is hot. I’m afraid the car might spontaneously combust.”

“…” Are young people today so foresighted? Detail-oriented to this extent?

Seeing that he wouldn’t let go, Yang Yi stopped pressing, found them fishing rods, cast the lines into the lake after finding a suitable spot, and leaned back in his chair to chat.

Yang Yuxiang couldn’t sit still and soon ran off to play nearby.

Yang Yi shouted at him: “Don’t fall into the water!”

“I know! I’m not you.”

Yang Yi clicked his tongue: “Brat, when did I fall into the water?”

When only he and You Wenchen were left, Yang Yi cleared his throat: “Well, Wenchen. You’re not young anymore. There are some things I shouldn’t have to tell you, right?”

You Wenchen asked: “What is it that you want to talk about, Father-in-law?”

“For example, certain things require moderation. You need to be mindful of Yàngyáng’s health.” Yang Yi might tease his son verbally, but he deeply cared about him, worrying about him being wronged in every aspect.

You Wenchen didn’t show any embarrassment or displeasure, maintaining a respectful attitude: “Of course. Everything will be centered around Yàngyáng’s well-being.”

Yang Yi nodded with satisfaction. After expressing concern for his son, he couldn’t help but gossip: “Can you tell me what exactly you like about him? I really can’t find his strengths.”

Being good-looking counted for one thing, but You Wenchen was handsome himself.

Intelligence? High in academics, zero in daily life.

As for family background, You Wenchen’s family was not inferior to his.

You Wenchen said very seriously: “I think everything about him is great. He’s lively, cheerful, motivated, cute, responsible, and kind…” (He omitted a five-minute long list of praises.)

Love is blind. At this point, even if Yang Yuxiang farted, You Wenchen would praise its loudness.

Yang Yi couldn’t believe the person he was describing was his own son: “Love truly is blind. Alright, you don’t need to say anymore. Just as long as you like him.”

You Wenchen smiled. He certainly liked him very much.

Yang Yuxiang came back with a few flowers he had picked up somewhere. He tucked one behind his ear and gave the others to Yang Yi and You Wenchen.

Yang Yi asked: “Did you go flower-stealing?”

“Pah, of course not. The owner’s kid gave them to me. Aren’t they pretty?” Yang Yuxiang proudly showed off the flower tucked behind his ear. Paired with his bright smile, he was more beautiful than the flowers.

Yang Yi didn’t look at him, focusing instead on You Wenchen’s reaction. Seeing You Wenchen’s eyes fixated on him, he thought they must be genuinely in love. Otherwise, if You Wenchen could fake such an infatuated gaze, he could be an award-winning actor.

That evening, they ate at a hotel, and Yang Yi insisted on giving a gift box to You Wenchen and Yang Yuxiang.

You Wenchen was afraid it contained something valuable and refused to accept it. Yang Yuxiang, unable to stand it, took the gift box.

“Don’t worry, my dad’s money is all with my mom, so he couldn’t have bought anything valuable.”

Yang Yi threw a slipper at him: “You’re the poor ghost!”

Yang Yuxiang fled the house holding the gift box, extremely curious in the car: “What kind of object is it that got my dad so excited?”

“Why don’t you open it now and see?” You Wenchen was also curious.

“I don’t have scissors, it’s inconvenient. I’ll open it when we get home.”

When Yang Yuxiang got home, You Wenchen’s parents had come over again. Yang Yuxiang used his expertise in charming people, easily delighting both of them.

“What is this?” Su He curiously looked at the gift box placed on the table.

Yang Yuxiang fetched a pair of scissors. To increase the plausibility of the two “husbands,” he specifically said You Wenchen gave it to him.

“I don’t know what it is either. Mom and Dad, let’s open it together,” Yang Yuxiang smiled sweetly, cutting the outer wrapping paper. Upon removing the packaging, his smile froze.

Inside was a box full of nighttime products, complete with a Kama Sutra-style manual!

How could his dad send something like this!!!