Chapter 70 - Call me hubby.

Translator: DragonRider

When Chen Keyao returned to the room obediently, he looked as usual.

Rong Yi saw Chen Keyao lie on the bed, tucked him in, and then went to cook. Although the kitchen was miserable, but luckily the rice cooker was intact, which could be used to make some porridge for Chen Keyao. Rong Yi washed the rice, put some water into the cooker, and plugged it in. After staring at the indicator light of the cooker for a while, suddenly he felt a curious sense of satisfaction.

Chen Keyao was sick. Of course, he was distressed. But he also felt pretty happy because he had a chance to take good care of Chen Keyao. In these days, Chen Keyao accompanied his parents to tour around the city every day, which was obviously tiring and boring and against his biological clock. However, Chen Keyao was always full of energy. It was probably because of the similar reason.

When you liked someone, if you had a chance to do your best for him, you would feel a strong sense of accomplishment.

Although Chen Keyao was often stupid enough to make him angry, Rong Yi knew that he was now the apple of Chen Keyao’s eye. Chen Keyao was bent on being good to him. Rong Yi could feel Chen Keyao’s determination and was really happy. So he wouldn’t admit defeat.

With this person, both receiving and giving made him feel happy.

When they were only living together, they were roommates. And now when they were supporting each other, they gradually belonged to one family.

His parents would go back tomorrow. But in this city, he still got a home.

.

Curiously touched, Rong Yi creeped towards Chen Keyao’s room and opened the door to check on his situation only to find that this troublesome guy had already gotten up.

But he hadn’t got out of the bed.

Chen Keyao was wearing a thin pajama and sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his knees with his hands and looking down seriously at his own slippers at the bedside.

“What are you doing?” Rong Yi frowned and walked in. “If you want to get up, at least put on your clothes.”

Hearing Rong Yi’s voice, Chen Keyao immediately raised his head and smiled when he saw Rong Yi.

That look was mysteriously silly.

Rong Yi was a bit confused. “What’s the matter? Anything amusing?”

Chen Keyao nodded and then patted the mattress beside him. “Come here and sit!”

Rong Yi first took a coat from the back of the chair and put it on Chen Keyao. Then he sat down beside Chen Keyao and also looked down at that pair of slippers.

“What’s the matter?” Rong Yi thought that slippers looked very ordinary, nothing particular about them.

Just after he asked, he found that Chen Keyao was not looking at the slippers any more, but was watching him instead.

Rong Yi subconsciously shrank back. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Do you remember you promised,” Chen Keyao smirked at him. “You would make small wontons for me when we came back.”

Rong Yi was dazed. “...Wait till your stomach feels comfortable and I will make them for you. How are you feeling now?”

Chen Keyao shook his head and continued, “I am already fine. I want to eat small wontons.”

Rong Yi hesitated for a moment and frowned. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and sent a message to Liu Yuan.

“Is Chen Keyao a wimpy drinker?”

Before Liu Yuan replied, Chen Keyao had already leaned over. “Who are you talking to?” While he asked, he also saw clearly the text on the screen of Rong Yi’s phone. So he nodded. “Oh, yes. Pretty wimpy.”

“...”

“Shush,” Chen Keyao whispered. “Don’t tell others. I usually tell people that I have to drive, so I can’t drink. In fact, I can’t drink at all. Ha ha ha ha!”

“...”

Right at this time, Rong Yi’s phone vibrated. Liu Yuan sent a reply.

“I don’t know. He never drinks. He says he needs to drive. What’s wrong?”

Rong Yi felt his head ache slightly.

And Chen Keyao, who once again looked at his mobile phone screen, frowned deeper than him.

“Liu Yuan?” He reached out and wanted to hug Rong Yi. “Don’t look at him. Look at me.”

Rong Yi was both amused and annoyed. “Are you jealous?”

Chen Keyao, who had already pressed Rong Yi into his arms with a very distorted posture, leaned his head on Rong Yi’s shoulder and then nodded, “Yes.”

Rong Yi was amazed.

Then he quickly laughed and was a little excited.

So frank, answering whatever was asked, and so honest, making Rong Yi want to seize the opportunity to get more truth out of Chen Keyao.

Rong Yi licked his lips, cleared his throat because of tension, and then asked. “Do you love me?”

Chen Keyao shouted in his ear. “Of course!”

Rong Yi’s eardrums instantly ached.

He patted on Chen Keyao’s back with force. “Can’t you speak in a lower voice?”

Chen Keyao replied in a really low voice. “Oh.”

“...” Rong Yi thought for a while and asked again, “What do you think of me?”

Chen Keyao did not say anything.

Rong Yi turned to look at Chen Keyao and found him laughing, laughing unstoppably. Chen Keyao now looked all silly, making Rong Yi want to laugh with him.

“Stop laughing. Speak.” But Rong Yi still wanted to hear Chen Keyao praising him more, so he couldn’t help but urge Chen Keyao.

Chen Keyao, now really obedient, immediately smiled and replied. “I feel you are really bad-tempered.”

“...”

Rong Yi nearly performed his bad temper on the spot.

Chen Keyao, totally unaware of it, still smiled very happily. “I suspect that you were born in the Year of Horse. As long as I say anything disagreeable, you will lift up you hoof and kick me.”

At present, the most annoying thing was that if Rong Yi really lost his temper, it would just prove what this guy spoke of him – “bad-tempered”.

Rong Yi didn’t want to hug with Chen Keyao anymore, so he tried to hold Chen Keyao’s collar and tear him off his body.

“So, you seem to be very dissatisfied with me?”

“Well,” Chen Keyao actually nodded, still clung to Rong Yi like an octopus and unwilling to let him go. “There is one thing always on my mind.”

The two men twisted and struggled for quite a while and finally rolled onto the bed.

Before Rong Yi spoke, Chen Keyao began to complain. “Don’t move.”

Rong Yi was totally at a loss as to what to do because of the contradiction between Chen Keyao’s words and deeds. Rong Yi struggled for a while before saying, “Be careful, otherwise your stomach will become uncomfortable.”

“Comfortable,” Chen Keyao climbed towards him. “I feel great.”

“... Aren’t you dissatisfied with me?” Rong Yi said with a frown.

“Well,” Chen Keyao nodded. “The more I think about it, the more depressed I become. At that time, you called Mo Yufei that bastard ‘hubby’ in front of me.”

“...”

How long it had been since that! Rong Yi felt speechless and a little guilty.

Just when Rong Yi was trying to explain, he heard Chen Keyao speak again.

“But you haven’t called me ‘hubby’.”

“...”

Rong Yi’s face instantly blushed scarlet.

“Why?” Chen Keyao asked. “Call me.”

Rong Yi swallowed, opened his mouth, but couldn’t make a sound. He felt his face was burning and even his head was a little dizzy.

The same appellation, when Rong Yi used it to call a lofty artist who he believed they would never cross paths, he felt excited and absolutely no burden at all. However, now facing the person with whom he was going to spend the rest of his life, he instantly became so nervous that even his fingers were twitching.

Chen Keyao, still sticking to him, continued to whisper closely to his ear. “I want to hear my baby call me ‘hubby’.”

“...”

Ba…what?

Rong Yi was dizzy and tried to make the final desperate struggle. “...We are not married yet.”

Chen Keyao was silent.

After a dozen of seconds or so, Chen Keyao suddenly jumped up.

“I think you are a bit unreasonable.” He sat next to Rong Yi and looked down at Rong Yi, frowning.

Rong Yi, still a little dizzy, felt he couldn’t keep up with this drunkard’s thoughts. In great puzzlement, Rong Yi sat up. “What have I done?”

Chen Keyao counted his fingers in front of Rong Yi. “You won’t call me ‘hubby’, because we haven’t got married yet. You won’t marry me, because it has only been a short time since we were together. But I can’t do anything about it. I can’t adjust the progress bar.”

Rong Yi looked at Chen Keyao’s fingers and blinked twice.

Chen Keyao moved closer towards Rong Yi. “One of my college classmates got married in a little more than two months after meeting his partner. Now they are living a perfectly happy and satisfactory life. Now, you tell me how long we should be together before we can get married so that it is not too fast.”

Rong Yi was so nervous that he was in a total mess: “I... that... you...”

“How long?” Chen Keyao continued to ask.

Rong Yi swallowed.

He felt as if he was being forced to marry by this bare-footed, muddled, drunk man in front of him, who was wearing a pajama with messy hair.

But just when he was about to speak, he saw Chen Keyao waving his hand. “Forget it.”

This definitely couldn’t be forgotten. Rong Yi became anxious. “No!”

Chen Keyao was not moved. He turned around, got down onto the ground, staggered past his slippers to the center of the room with bare feet and fell into a trance.

“Put on your shoes,” Rong Yi was anxious. “Are you so eager to fall ill?!”

Chen Keyao still ignored him. He frowned and seemed to be thinking about something seriously. Then he strode to the closet next to the bookshelf.

Rong Yi carried Chen Keyao’s slippers and chased after him. “Put them on!”

Chen Keyao completely ignored him. He opened the door of the closet and pulled open a small drawer in the middle. Then, he took out a square box from the drawer and pressed it to Rong Yi.

When Rong Yi subconsciously reached out and took the small square box, Chen Keyao also took his own slippers from Rong Yi’s hand. He threw his shoes on the floor and said while wearing them, “I will give it to you now, so that when you feel we have been together long enough, you can put it on at any time, and then you can call me ‘hubby’.”

Rong Yi was stunned.

He carefully opened the box, in which, just as he expected, was a silver ring.

Chen Keyao finally put on his shoes and looked up. “When you are willing to marry me, just...”

Rong Yi instantly took the ring out of the box and swiftly put it on his ring finger.

“Yes, I do!”

In contrast to the excitement of Rong Yi, Chen Keyao was particularly calm as the suitor. He nodded with satisfaction. “Now, you can call me ‘hubby’?”

“...”

“Why don’t you call?” Chen Keyao asked.

Rong Yi blushed again.

“...Isn’t your proposal a little too casual?” He lowered his head and looked at the ring on his finger over and again. And when he spoke, he couldn’t stop laughing. “Shouldn’t you say something?”

Chen Keyao was silent.

He frowned, thinking hard, and then suddenly seemed enlightened.

Seeing Chen Keyao begin to pace unstably around the house, Rong Yi couldn’t help but wonder. “What are you looking for? You haven’t written a manuscript, have you?”

“Yeah.” Chen Keyao nodded.

Then, Rong Yi watched with astonishment as Chen Keyao opened the second drawer of the bedside table and took out a particularly thick envelope.

Rong Yi quickly walked over, stood on tiptoe and took a quick glance at it, finding three words on the envelope:

The handwriting was really beautiful. At first glance, Rong Yi knew Chen Keyao wrote them by hand.

But this letter, which should be given to Rong Yi, was rudely ripped open by Chen Keyao himself, who pulled a thick stack of letter paper out of it.

Then he unfolded the letter, cleared his throat, and began to read.

“Hello, dear RongYi. This letter may surprise you, but it is a decision I made after careful consideration. I have some heartfelt words...”

Rong Yi nearly collapsed. “No, stop, stop! Don’t read it! Please!”

“Oh,” Chen Keyao nodded. “This entire prelude is nonsense. I will start from the key part. Wait a second...”

As he spoke, he began to turn over the letter, and soon cleared his throat again. “In fact, I don’t just want to eat small wontons you make...”

Small wontons again! So obsessed!

“Ok, stop. That’s enough, enough.” Rong Yi jumped over and snatched the letter from Chen Keyao’s hand. “Please give me a break!”

“You don’t want to hear it?” Chen Keyao frowned and looked at Rong Yi with dissatisfaction. “Then, call me ‘hubby’!”