CM: C01
Chapter One
This novel was posted on cnt18 [dot] blogsp0t [dot] com, by anasiana. If you're not reading it there, you get what you get ￣へ￣)
Inside a spacious living room, Han Yang sat nested within a sofa as he read through some files containing programming data. He was currently a college junior, who also took some small programming projects to earn a little extra cash in his spare time, because even though there were scholarships available, he wanted to put aside a small sum of money which would later be sent to his grandpa.
And that he, Han Yang, was this man's "Contracted Wife".
This time around, the project he was working on was a foreign trade website. It was a new site, though it was previously designed by someone else, and sadly it still had various aspects of its functionality left incomplete. These unfinished portions were what Han Yang was now applying fixes to.
Ha ha!
That was true...
"No," Han Yang whispered before he saw the clock hanging on the wall showed it was past nine o'clock in the evening. It also dawned on him that man's return from the airport must have taken at least an hour, so with the thought of him probably not haven eaten yet, he asked, "Have you eaten?"
With both legs crossed he sat, computer in his lap, fingers pounding away at the keyboard. Due to his slightly long bangs, which often obstructed his vision, a long paper binder was taken from the printed data files he had to clamp those wayward strands up.
That man's cold, hardened features crinkled as well. From this situation was it was clear that Han Yang just did not expect him to return on this day, at all? He was clearly told before the business trip the date of Helian Qing's return. After all, the time apart was given to let him to properly organise his feelings, along with granting both parties the opportunity to adapt to this new relationship.
Han Yang's fingers paused abruptly. He then lifted his head to see the man, who had by then already walked towards him, currently beside him. This other person wore a white shirt along with a slightly loosened tie, lacking all the rigour he had during their first meeting. Now only that handsome and—judging by its lack of excess emotion—quite serious face simply looking down at him.
This time around, the project he was working on was a foreign trade website. It was a new site, though it was previously designed by someone else, and sadly it still had various aspects of its functionality left incomplete. These unfinished portions were what Han Yang was now applying fixes to.
When writing code, Han Yang became completely entranced. He was so absorbed while doing this task that he did not even notice when someone had opened the door and entered the room.
iana: this is a repost. This novel has already been completely translated but only the version here will get the most recent edits. It was the first novel I translated so my nerves got the best of me sometimes back then (ˉ▽ˉ；)…
Helian Qing returned to witness such a sight. The soft light struck the side of Han Yang's face, causing his entire body to radiate a gentle air, very much unlike the cold and obstinate figure he was during their past confrontations. That hair clip he wore also did its part to add a hint of childishness to his mien.
Chapter One
So, because of this Han Yang, Helian Qing did not need to lighten his movements as the other man was still unaware of his return. In fact, his head, just as it had before, was still very much focused on his own affairs.
A few seconds later, Helian Qing coldly responded, "Yeah."
...how quickly time goes by.
And that he, Han Yang, was this man's "Contracted Wife".
...how quickly time goes by.
Two people, one standing, one sitting, neither saying a word to the other. Even the sound of the keyboard disappeared after a while. The atmosphere appeared to have become somewhat awkward.
Honestly speaking, if he could, he truly would rather not use those words.
Two people, one standing, one sitting, neither saying a word to the other. Even the sound of the keyboard disappeared after a while. The atmosphere appeared to have become somewhat awkward.
The sound of light strokes tapping on the keyboard echoed throughout the living room as Han Yang's hands kept beating away. Thus, it was not until Helian Qing began walking towards him, did he finally show a response.
The sound of light strokes tapping on the keyboard echoed throughout the living room as Han Yang's hands kept beating away. Thus, it was not until Helian Qing began walking towards him, did he finally show a response.
Honestly speaking, if he could, he truly would rather not use those words.
"No," Han Yang whispered before he saw the clock hanging on the wall showed it was past nine o'clock in the evening. It also dawned on him that man's return from the airport must have taken at least an hour, so with the thought of him probably not haven eaten yet, he asked, "Have you eaten?"
A few seconds later, Helian Qing coldly responded, "Yeah."
...how quickly time goes by.
Han Yang looked then saw, beside Helian Qing's feet, a small suitcase sat. Guessing that he most likely just came straight from the plane and after hesitating for a few seconds, he asked, "If you don't mind, there's still some stuff in the fridge, so... can I go get you something to eat?"
Ha ha!
Han Yang's fingers paused abruptly. He then lifted his head to see the man, who had by then already walked towards him, currently beside him. This other person wore a white shirt along with a slightly loosened tie, lacking all the rigour he had during their first meeting. Now only that handsome and—judging by its lack of excess emotion—quite serious face simply looking down at him.
Han Yang looked then saw, beside Helian Qing's feet, a small suitcase sat. Guessing that he most likely just came straight from the plane and after hesitating for a few seconds, he asked, "If you don't mind, there's still some stuff in the fridge, so... can I go get you something to eat?"
Han Yang's eyebrows creased, the subtle act creating a barely visible wrinkle. Having that man nowhere to be seen for two consecutive weeks, had allowed him to relax to the extent where he had forgotten his current predicament. The absence also allowing him to thoroughly neglect that his current residence was not his own but was instead the apartment of the one now before his eyes named, Helian Qing.
With both legs crossed he sat, computer in his lap, fingers pounding away at the keyboard. Due to his slightly long bangs, which often obstructed his vision, a long paper binder was taken from the printed data files he had to clamp those wayward strands up.
And that he, Han Yang, was this man's "Contracted Wife".
Adapt to that demon?
Ha ha!
Ha ha!
Adapt to that demon?
When writing code, Han Yang became completely entranced. He was so absorbed while doing this task that he did not even notice when someone had opened the door and entered the room.
Honestly speaking, if he could, he truly would rather not use those words.
Han Yang began to sweat.
Han Yang's fingers paused abruptly. He then lifted his head to see the man, who had by then already walked towards him, currently beside him. This other person wore a white shirt along with a slightly loosened tie, lacking all the rigour he had during their first meeting. Now only that handsome and—judging by its lack of excess emotion—quite serious face simply looking down at him.
...how quickly time goes by.
And that he, Han Yang, was this man's "Contracted Wife".
Helian Qing returned to witness such a sight. The soft light struck the side of Han Yang's face, causing his entire body to radiate a gentle air, very much unlike the cold and obstinate figure he was during their past confrontations. That hair clip he wore also did its part to add a hint of childishness to his mien.
Although Han Yang's movement were quite subtle, without the cover of his bangs, Helian Qing's eyes set themselves squarely on his face, making it very easy for that other man to catch sight of his frown.
Helian Qing did not say a word as he looked at Han Yang as if he were thinking it over. Han Yang, who saw this, now wanted to just call to have some food delivered for him. But before Han Yang could speak, Helian Qing looked at him then simply nodded and said, "I'll go shower" before dragging his suitcase with him into the bedroom.
Then at the sight of Helian Qing's retreating figure, Han Yang suddenly recalled what had happened just two weeks prior.
The sound of light strokes tapping on the keyboard echoed throughout the living room as Han Yang's hands kept beating away. Thus, it was not until Helian Qing began walking towards him, did he finally show a response.
That man's cold, hardened features crinkled as well. From this situation was it was clear that Han Yang just did not expect him to return on this day, at all? He was clearly told before the business trip the date of Helian Qing's return. After all, the time apart was given to let him to properly organise his feelings, along with granting both parties the opportunity to adapt to this new relationship.
That man's cold, hardened features crinkled as well. From this situation was it was clear that Han Yang just did not expect him to return on this day, at all? He was clearly told before the business trip the date of Helian Qing's return. After all, the time apart was given to let him to properly organise his feelings, along with granting both parties the opportunity to adapt to this new relationship.
That man's cold, hardened features crinkled as well. From this situation was it was clear that Han Yang just did not expect him to return on this day, at all? He was clearly told before the business trip the date of Helian Qing's return. After all, the time apart was given to let him to properly organise his feelings, along with granting both parties the opportunity to adapt to this new relationship.
So, because of this Han Yang, Helian Qing did not need to lighten his movements as the other man was still unaware of his return. In fact, his head, just as it had before, was still very much focused on his own affairs.
iana: this is a repost. This novel has already been completely translated but only the version here will get the most recent edits. It was the first novel I translated so my nerves got the best of me sometimes back then (ˉ▽ˉ；)…
The sound of light strokes tapping on the keyboard echoed throughout the living room as Han Yang's hands kept beating away. Thus, it was not until Helian Qing began walking towards him, did he finally show a response.
Face-to-face meetings like these were always silent. The condescending attitude worn by the other person made Han Yang a little uneasy. After a long pause, Han Yang, though rather hesitantly, began to speak, "You... came back."
Adapt to that demon?
Or could it simply be that Han Yang—from the start—had already completely forgotten about Helian Qing's very existence.
Han Yang's eyebrows creased, the subtle act creating a barely visible wrinkle. Having that man nowhere to be seen for two consecutive weeks, had allowed him to relax to the extent where he had forgotten his current predicament. The absence also allowing him to thoroughly neglect that his current residence was not his own but was instead the apartment of the one now before his eyes named, Helian Qing.
Han Yang's eyebrows creased, the subtle act creating a barely visible wrinkle. Having that man nowhere to be seen for two consecutive weeks, had allowed him to relax to the extent where he had forgotten his current predicament. The absence also allowing him to thoroughly neglect that his current residence was not his own but was instead the apartment of the one now before his eyes named, Helian Qing.
Han Yang's fingers paused abruptly. He then lifted his head to see the man, who had by then already walked towards him, currently beside him. This other person wore a white shirt along with a slightly loosened tie, lacking all the rigour he had during their first meeting. Now only that handsome and—judging by its lack of excess emotion—quite serious face simply looking down at him.
Ha ha!
This time around, the project he was working on was a foreign trade website. It was a new site, though it was previously designed by someone else, and sadly it still had various aspects of its functionality left incomplete. These unfinished portions were what Han Yang was now applying fixes to.
...how quickly time goes by.
That was true...
"No," Han Yang whispered before he saw the clock hanging on the wall showed it was past nine o'clock in the evening. It also dawned on him that man's return from the airport must have taken at least an hour, so with the thought of him probably not haven eaten yet, he asked, "Have you eaten?"
Saying that sentence in that moment, he then looked to the other person whose eyes flashed with ridicule. The look conveyed, just as a bullet screen[T/n: a bullet screen shows comments posted in real time on videos. Or just picture his look and the picture as a meme.] would, the message: "If I'm not back, what do you think you're seeing—a ghost?"
Adapt to that demon?
That was true...
N/A
Chapter One
That was true...
N/A
Two people, one standing, one sitting, neither saying a word to the other. Even the sound of the keyboard disappeared after a while. The atmosphere appeared to have become somewhat awkward.
When writing code, Han Yang became completely entranced. He was so absorbed while doing this task that he did not even notice when someone had opened the door and entered the room.
Inside a spacious living room, Han Yang sat nested within a sofa as he read through some files containing programming data. He was currently a college junior, who also took some small programming projects to earn a little extra cash in his spare time, because even though there were scholarships available, he wanted to put aside a small sum of money which would later be sent to his grandpa.
Inside a spacious living room, Han Yang sat nested within a sofa as he read through some files containing programming data. He was currently a college junior, who also took some small programming projects to earn a little extra cash in his spare time, because even though there were scholarships available, he wanted to put aside a small sum of money which would later be sent to his grandpa.
Although Han Yang's movement were quite subtle, without the cover of his bangs, Helian Qing's eyes set themselves squarely on his face, making it very easy for that other man to catch sight of his frown.
Although Han Yang's movement were quite subtle, without the cover of his bangs, Helian Qing's eyes set themselves squarely on his face, making it very easy for that other man to catch sight of his frown.
Adapt to that demon?
Ha ha!
Face-to-face meetings like these were always silent. The condescending attitude worn by the other person made Han Yang a little uneasy. After a long pause, Han Yang, though rather hesitantly, began to speak, "You... came back."
Han Yang's fingers paused abruptly. He then lifted his head to see the man, who had by then already walked towards him, currently beside him. This other person wore a white shirt along with a slightly loosened tie, lacking all the rigour he had during their first meeting. Now only that handsome and—judging by its lack of excess emotion—quite serious face simply looking down at him.
Han Yang's fingers paused abruptly. He then lifted his head to see the man, who had by then already walked towards him, currently beside him. This other person wore a white shirt along with a slightly loosened tie, lacking all the rigour he had during their first meeting. Now only that handsome and—judging by its lack of excess emotion—quite serious face simply looking down at him.
Honestly speaking, if he could, he truly would rather not use those words.
Face-to-face meetings like these were always silent. The condescending attitude worn by the other person made Han Yang a little uneasy. After a long pause, Han Yang, though rather hesitantly, began to speak, "You... came back."
Face-to-face meetings like these were always silent. The condescending attitude worn by the other person made Han Yang a little uneasy. After a long pause, Han Yang, though rather hesitantly, began to speak, "You... came back."
Han Yang's fingers paused abruptly. He then lifted his head to see the man, who had by then already walked towards him, currently beside him. This other person wore a white shirt along with a slightly loosened tie, lacking all the rigour he had during their first meeting. Now only that handsome and—judging by its lack of excess emotion—quite serious face simply looking down at him.
Although Han Yang's movement were quite subtle, without the cover of his bangs, Helian Qing's eyes set themselves squarely on his face, making it very easy for that other man to catch sight of his frown.
Saying that sentence in that moment, he then looked to the other person whose eyes flashed with ridicule. The look conveyed, just as a bullet screen[T/n: a bullet screen shows comments posted in real time on videos. Or just picture his look and the picture as a meme.] would, the message: "If I'm not back, what do you think you're seeing—a ghost?"
...how quickly time goes by.
The sound of light strokes tapping on the keyboard echoed throughout the living room as Han Yang's hands kept beating away. Thus, it was not until Helian Qing began walking towards him, did he finally show a response.
That was true...
That was true...
Or could it simply be that Han Yang—from the start—had already completely forgotten about Helian Qing's very existence.
Han Yang began to sweat.
Face-to-face meetings like these were always silent. The condescending attitude worn by the other person made Han Yang a little uneasy. After a long pause, Han Yang, though rather hesitantly, began to speak, "You... came back."
Helian Qing returned to witness such a sight. The soft light struck the side of Han Yang's face, causing his entire body to radiate a gentle air, very much unlike the cold and obstinate figure he was during their past confrontations. That hair clip he wore also did its part to add a hint of childishness to his mien.
Or could it simply be that Han Yang—from the start—had already completely forgotten about Helian Qing's very existence.
When writing code, Han Yang became completely entranced. He was so absorbed while doing this task that he did not even notice when someone had opened the door and entered the room.
With both legs crossed he sat, computer in his lap, fingers pounding away at the keyboard. Due to his slightly long bangs, which often obstructed his vision, a long paper binder was taken from the printed data files he had to clamp those wayward strands up.
A few seconds later, Helian Qing coldly responded, "Yeah."
Or could it simply be that Han Yang—from the start—had already completely forgotten about Helian Qing's very existence.
...how quickly time goes by.
"No," Han Yang whispered before he saw the clock hanging on the wall showed it was past nine o'clock in the evening. It also dawned on him that man's return from the airport must have taken at least an hour, so with the thought of him probably not haven eaten yet, he asked, "Have you eaten?"
Helian Qing returned to witness such a sight. The soft light struck the side of Han Yang's face, causing his entire body to radiate a gentle air, very much unlike the cold and obstinate figure he was during their past confrontations. That hair clip he wore also did its part to add a hint of childishness to his mien.
Then at the sight of Helian Qing's retreating figure, Han Yang suddenly recalled what had happened just two weeks prior.
That was true...
So, because of this Han Yang, Helian Qing did not need to lighten his movements as the other man was still unaware of his return. In fact, his head, just as it had before, was still very much focused on his own affairs.
...how quickly time goes by.
Han Yang groaned internally, passing the time with a sigh. When Helian Qing saw that Han Yang was finished asking questions he was left a bit speechless. Then with displeasure evident in his voice he asked, "It doesn't look like you wanted me to come back, doesn't it?"
Saying that sentence in that moment, he then looked to the other person whose eyes flashed with ridicule. The look conveyed, just as a bullet screen[T/n: a bullet screen shows comments posted in real time on videos. Or just picture his look and the picture as a meme.] would, the message: "If I'm not back, what do you think you're seeing—a ghost?"
When writing code, Han Yang became completely entranced. He was so absorbed while doing this task that he did not even notice when someone had opened the door and entered the room.
Han Yang groaned internally, passing the time with a sigh. When Helian Qing saw that Han Yang was finished asking questions he was left a bit speechless. Then with displeasure evident in his voice he asked, "It doesn't look like you wanted me to come back, doesn't it?"
Although Han Yang's movement were quite subtle, without the cover of his bangs, Helian Qing's eyes set themselves squarely on his face, making it very easy for that other man to catch sight of his frown.
Then at the sight of Helian Qing's retreating figure, Han Yang suddenly recalled what had happened just two weeks prior.
Han Yang looked then saw, beside Helian Qing's feet, a small suitcase sat. Guessing that he most likely just came straight from the plane and after hesitating for a few seconds, he asked, "If you don't mind, there's still some stuff in the fridge, so... can I go get you something to eat?"
Inside a spacious living room, Han Yang sat nested within a sofa as he read through some files containing programming data. He was currently a college junior, who also took some small programming projects to earn a little extra cash in his spare time, because even though there were scholarships available, he wanted to put aside a small sum of money which would later be sent to his grandpa.
Han Yang's fingers paused abruptly. He then lifted his head to see the man, who had by then already walked towards him, currently beside him. This other person wore a white shirt along with a slightly loosened tie, lacking all the rigour he had during their first meeting. Now only that handsome and—judging by its lack of excess emotion—quite serious face simply looking down at him.
That was true...
Looking at the boy, who thanks to that clip lifting his bangs had his forehead exposed to reveal a pair of considerate eyebrows, Helian Qing's own brows in turn relaxed slightly as his thin lips spat out the single word, "No."
"No," Han Yang whispered before he saw the clock hanging on the wall showed it was past nine o'clock in the evening. It also dawned on him that man's return from the airport must have taken at least an hour, so with the thought of him probably not haven eaten yet, he asked, "Have you eaten?"
Two people, one standing, one sitting, neither saying a word to the other. Even the sound of the keyboard disappeared after a while. The atmosphere appeared to have become somewhat awkward.
Han Yang looked then saw, beside Helian Qing's feet, a small suitcase sat. Guessing that he most likely just came straight from the plane and after hesitating for a few seconds, he asked, "If you don't mind, there's still some stuff in the fridge, so... can I go get you something to eat?"
A few seconds later, Helian Qing coldly responded, "Yeah."
Looking at the boy, who thanks to that clip lifting his bangs had his forehead exposed to reveal a pair of considerate eyebrows, Helian Qing's own brows in turn relaxed slightly as his thin lips spat out the single word, "No."
Saying that sentence in that moment, he then looked to the other person whose eyes flashed with ridicule. The look conveyed, just as a bullet screen[T/n: a bullet screen shows comments posted in real time on videos. Or just picture his look and the picture as a meme.] would, the message: "If I'm not back, what do you think you're seeing—a ghost?"
That man's cold, hardened features crinkled as well. From this situation was it was clear that Han Yang just did not expect him to return on this day, at all? He was clearly told before the business trip the date of Helian Qing's return. After all, the time apart was given to let him to properly organise his feelings, along with granting both parties the opportunity to adapt to this new relationship.
Honestly speaking, if he could, he truly would rather not use those words.
When writing code, Han Yang became completely entranced. He was so absorbed while doing this task that he did not even notice when someone had opened the door and entered the room.
Adapt to that demon?
Saying that sentence in that moment, he then looked to the other person whose eyes flashed with ridicule. The look conveyed, just as a bullet screen[T/n: a bullet screen shows comments posted in real time on videos. Or just picture his look and the picture as a meme.] would, the message: "If I'm not back, what do you think you're seeing—a ghost?"
Inside a spacious living room, Han Yang sat nested within a sofa as he read through some files containing programming data. He was currently a college junior, who also took some small programming projects to earn a little extra cash in his spare time, because even though there were scholarships available, he wanted to put aside a small sum of money which would later be sent to his grandpa.
Han Yang looked then saw, beside Helian Qing's feet, a small suitcase sat. Guessing that he most likely just came straight from the plane and after hesitating for a few seconds, he asked, "If you don't mind, there's still some stuff in the fridge, so... can I go get you something to eat?"
Helian Qing returned to witness such a sight. The soft light struck the side of Han Yang's face, causing his entire body to radiate a gentle air, very much unlike the cold and obstinate figure he was during their past confrontations. That hair clip he wore also did its part to add a hint of childishness to his mien.
...how quickly time goes by.
Han Yang groaned internally, passing the time with a sigh. When Helian Qing saw that Han Yang was finished asking questions he was left a bit speechless. Then with displeasure evident in his voice he asked, "It doesn't look like you wanted me to come back, doesn't it?"
Helian Qing did not say a word as he looked at Han Yang as if he were thinking it over. Han Yang, who saw this, now wanted to just call to have some food delivered for him. But before Han Yang could speak, Helian Qing looked at him then simply nodded and said, "I'll go shower" before dragging his suitcase with him into the bedroom.
N/A
Han Yang began to sweat.
Looking at the boy, who thanks to that clip lifting his bangs had his forehead exposed to reveal a pair of considerate eyebrows, Helian Qing's own brows in turn relaxed slightly as his thin lips spat out the single word, "No."
This time around, the project he was working on was a foreign trade website. It was a new site, though it was previously designed by someone else, and sadly it still had various aspects of its functionality left incomplete. These unfinished portions were what Han Yang was now applying fixes to.
Saying that sentence in that moment, he then looked to the other person whose eyes flashed with ridicule. The look conveyed, just as a bullet screen[T/n: a bullet screen shows comments posted in real time on videos. Or just picture his look and the picture as a meme.] would, the message: "If I'm not back, what do you think you're seeing—a ghost?"
Then at the sight of Helian Qing's retreating figure, Han Yang suddenly recalled what had happened just two weeks prior.
Then at the sight of Helian Qing's retreating figure, Han Yang suddenly recalled what had happened just two weeks prior.
So, because of this Han Yang, Helian Qing did not need to lighten his movements as the other man was still unaware of his return. In fact, his head, just as it had before, was still very much focused on his own affairs.
When writing code, Han Yang became completely entranced. He was so absorbed while doing this task that he did not even notice when someone had opened the door and entered the room.
So, because of this Han Yang, Helian Qing did not need to lighten his movements as the other man was still unaware of his return. In fact, his head, just as it had before, was still very much focused on his own affairs.
Face-to-face meetings like these were always silent. The condescending attitude worn by the other person made Han Yang a little uneasy. After a long pause, Han Yang, though rather hesitantly, began to speak, "You... came back."
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