Two months have passed since their marriage, and the interest between him and Yan Sui in exploring each other’s bodies has not diminished in the slightest; on the contrary, it has become increasingly intense. Yan Sui gently nibbles on the sensitive spot on Meng Ting’s body.
He couldn’t bear to bite him hard, but the stimulation brought by his teeth always felt a bit more intense. Meng Ting never hid his feelings, and Yan Sui indeed heard the sound he wanted to hear.
“Yan Sui… Yan Sui, don’t be like this…”
Meng Ting gently tugged at Yan Sui’s hair. His overly sensitive body subconsciously wanted to hide. However, the two of them were too closely entangled, so even if he tried to pull away, he would take Yan Sui with him, and the final result was just moving to a different position.
Yan Sui slowly raised his head, his lips glistening with a layer of moisture. He gave Meng Ting a gentle smile, and then Meng Ting forgot the earlier embarrassment. He blinked his eyes and said with great certainty, “Yan Sui, you’re really good-looking, truly.”
Yan Sui still didn’t respond. He gently brushed Meng Ting’s forehead, kissed it, and then replied, “You look even better.”
It’s not just his appearance, but also his temperament and his heart. Yan Sui once said he fell in love with Meng Ting at first sight, and it wasn’t entirely false. When he first met Meng Ting, Meng Ting appeared particularly special in his eyes.
Meng Ting’s cheeks turned red from the compliment, but he leaned in and kissed Yan Sui’s lips, “We’re both good-looking.”
“Mm,” Yan Sui replied, but he didn’t let the matter go just like that. Or rather, Meng Ting’s few words made him even more unable to resist.
The night was long. Although there was no red canopy, this two-meter-wide bed was enough for them to roll around.
***
The next day, Meng Ting indeed couldn’t get up early again. His shocked expression as he looked at the time on his phone made Yan Sui unable to help but laugh again, “Be good, it doesn’t matter. You can just run in the evening.”
“Is it okay if I become lazy?”
Meng Ting was indeed a bit concerned; he used to be the most diligent, but now he is becoming lazier by the day. He used to wake up at five, but now he wakes up at seven.
“It’s okay,” Yan Sui reassured Meng Ting again. As he spoke, he picked him up and headed towards the bathroom. “I’ll stay with you.”
Meng Ting stared at Yan Sui’s profile for a while before nodding, “If we didn’t run in the morning, we must run in the evening. You and I together, we need to be healthy and live a long life together.”
Yan Sui paused his steps, lowered his gaze, and then replied, “Mm, live a hundred years.”
But he already understood in his heart that Meng Ting had a lingering shadow from his previous life of overworking himself to death. However, in Yan Sui’s opinion, Meng Ting’s death might not be as simple as he thought. But with a whole lifetime in between, it would be somewhat difficult for him to investigate.
Meng Ting’s formula has already been organized, and starting today, he doesn’t have to go to school anymore. Yan Sui asked Meng Ting and then took him to the company.
The employees in the Yan’s Building were basically familiar with Meng Ting’s face; after all, he was someone their boss would occasionally bring out to show off. How could they not be familiar with him?
However, there aren’t many people that Meng Ting can remember, just Wang Feng, and Chen Fang, the secretary assistant who often brings things to Yan Sui’s office, as well as a few senior executives from companies that Yan Sui has introduced to him.
Not long after Yan Sui brought Meng Ting to the office, Chen Fang came in with a bunch of fruits and snacks. Meng Ting had brought two sets of papers; he didn’t intend to waste time. His outstanding performance in science subjects was also due to the inevitable strategy of tackling a sea of questions.
Yan Sui continued handling matters, went out for two meetings in between, and by the time he was done, it was almost eleven-thirty.
Meng Ting was very serious. After Yan Sui left the office, he became even more serious. When Yan Sui returned, he didn’t even notice until the person kissed his cheek several times, and only then did he react.
Meng Ting put down the pen, covered the test paper, set it aside, then turned around and hugged Yan Sui, kissing his cheek twice before happily saying, “You’re back!”
“Mm,” Yan Sui responded while ruffling Meng Ting’s hair. He had actually been back for quite a while, but Meng Ting was so focused that he didn’t notice him. However, his suggestions were quite appropriate. After giving the person a kiss and a hug, Meng Ting finally noticed him.
However, Yan Sui still felt a bit conflicted. If someone else kissed Meng Ting, wouldn’t that mean he was taken advantage of before he even noticed something was wrong?
“What’s wrong?” Meng Ting asked as he stood up. He leaned back against the desk, pulled Yan Sui closer, and reached out to massage Yan Sui’s temples, asking with a hint of concern, “Are you tired from work?”
The things he can do won’t help Yan Sui at all. Even though he felt distressed for him, this was all he could do.
Yan Sui gently shook his head, resting his chin on Meng Ting’s shoulder. He found his sudden worries somewhat amusing, “It’s okay, I’m used to it.”
The current work situation can’t really be called tiring; the truly exhausting times has already passed. Especially after he got together with Meng Ting, his style suddenly changed, shocking quite a few people.
“Mingya is here, let’s go out and have a meal with him.”
Meng Ting pondered for a moment upon hearing the name before recalling it. He squinted his eyes, “The eldest nephew of Country F.”
“Yes,” Yan Sui smiled again upon hearing this. Meng Ting’s understanding of identity is somewhat rigid, but it’s quite endearing.
***
Yan Mingya arrived last night, adjusted to the time difference, and did a bit of preparation before calling Wang Feng again. Seeing that Meng Ting was also there, Yan Sui asked Wang Feng to arrange a meal together.
Wang Feng had actually just returned from Meng Ting’s school not long ago. He told Yan Sui about the opinions of a few of Meng Ting’s teachers, which were mostly similar to what Yan Sui had guessed. Meng Ting would be treated as taking sick leave, but at the same time, he would return to take the midterm and final exams.
At other times, adjustments can be made based on his grades, but this is the arrangement for this semester. Next semester, Meng Ting will have to go back and attend classes seriously for at least a month or two. After all, it’s the college entrance examination, and it still needs to be taken seriously.
Yan Sui led Meng Ting outside and repeated these words. Meng Ting nodded, showing no objections.
Zhao Bing’s car stopped at the entrance of Yan’s Building. Yan Sui and Meng Ting got in the car one after another, and then they headed to the restaurant where they were going to have a meal.
Yan Mingya, dressed in a silver-gray suit, looked both elegant and composed, sitting alone in the restaurant, he attracted a lot of attention. He had been waiting at his table for ten minutes, and as time passed, some people even felt tempted to come over and strike up a conversation.
However, a man who looked to be about the same age as him but was even more refined and handsome walked in. He glanced around, and when Yan Mingya waved, he nodded slightly and walked over.
The person who was originally tempted to strike up a conversation consciously suppressed the thought on their own, but their gaze still unconsciously turned that way.
“Little Aunt, why are you alone? Where’s Ninth Uncle?” Yan Sui was the ninth in his generation. Sometimes Yan Mingya calls him ‘Uncle[mfn]堂叔 (táng shū): one’s father’s younger male cousin.[/mfn]’, and at other times he calls him ‘Ninth Uncle’, but the latter felt more intimate.
Yan Mingya invited Meng Ting to sit down and immediately brought him a glass of water.
“We ran into some people downstairs. They were chatting in the café, so I came up first,” Meng Ting said, glancing at the table. But there was nothing there except water. He then looked at Yan Mingya, “Let’s order something to eat first, I’m hungry.”
That’s why he left Yan Sui and come up by himself. He had been too serious before; he forgot to eat the fruits and snacks Chen Fang had prepared for him. He had breakfast around seven in the morning, and it had long been consumed.
“Okay,” Yan Mingya smiled, still somewhat impressed by Meng Ting’s straightforwardness. He immediately called the waiter over, and after they placed their orders, Meng Ting also ordered for Yan Sui.
Meng Ting watched the waiter leave before turning his attention back to Yan Mingya. After thinking for a moment, he said, “I heard Yan Sui mention it. You can take a look first, and if you don’t think it’s suitable, don’t force yourself.”
Meng Ting had a good impression of Yan Mingya, but precisely because he felt that he was good, he didn’t want Yan Mingya to force himself to choose him out of obligation due to his relationship with Yan Sui. Their collaboration must be based on Yan Mingya genuinely recognizing his perfume; only then can they continue.
Yan Mingya nodded upon hearing this. He was somewhat nervous about coming to Haicheng, not because of any specific project, but because of Yan Sui. In Yan Mingya’s eyes, Yan Sui’s opinion was more important than that of his own grandfather, Yan Zhengbo.
But the mental barrier he couldn’t overcome himself suddenly became clear with just two sentences from Meng Ting. Indeed, it has to be suitable.
He thought for a moment and smiled, “Little Aunt, don’t worry. I’ll think it over carefully before making a decision.”
“That’s good,” Meng Ting nodded. Seeing the waiter bring the food, his gaze fell on the dishes, and he lost interest in continuing the conversation. “Let’s eat first; we don’t even know when Yan Sui will come up.”
The person who was speaking with Yan Sui was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. They were discussing some business matters, which would probably take quite some time.
“Okay,” Yan Mingya replied, but he helped the waiter set up Meng Ting’s meal first. He stood up, leaned forward slightly, helped arrange the plates, and move the water glasses away. From some angles, it might seem like the two were a bit intimate.
***
At this moment, to their lower left, there was a phone camera pointing at them, capturing several photos in a row.
“Siyu, what are you taking pictures of?” The man who was speaking turned his back and saw Meng Ting who was eating seriously. He paused for a moment, then turned back and said, “He’s indeed quite good, but he doesn’t look like the style you like.”
Su Siyu was delicate and beautiful, and had always rejected people with similar vibes.His friends around him also knew about it, so the man who spoke was surprised for a moment. He smiled at Su Siyu.
“The man across from him is also a real catch.” That’s the kind of guy Su Siyu would like.
Su Siyu put down the phone, his expression somewhat gloomy, “I invited you to dinner, not to let you mock me.”
Sitting across from Su Siyu was his senior from university, who had already graduated two years ago and was currently working at a newspaper. Although he hadn’t reached any editor-in-chief position, compared to his peers who joined at the same time, he had managed to establish a solid foothold for himself and had a certain degree of influence.
“Siyu… I see that your condition has been a bit off lately.” The man, named Xiang Yuanxing, said. His gaze towards Su Siyu clearly showed a different kind of interest. He tentatively reached out to touch Su Siyu’s hand, and although it was swatted away again, he still smiled.
“Go ahead, what do you need from me?”
Su Siyu brushed his hand away, then fell back into his own thoughts. After a moment, he raised his eyes and looked at Xiang Yuanxing. He was looking at him very seriously, which made him feel more and more itchy.
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長命百歲 (cháng mìng bǎi suì): live to be a hundred!; live a long life! (expressing good wishes, usually to a child or birthday greetings to older people); Many happy returns (of the day)!; life of a hundred years; live to be a hundred; live to a ripe old age; May you live a hundred years!; ［used as a blessing］ may sb live to be a hundred; enjoy a long life; to live a long life, to be a hundred years old. It is often used as a blessing for longevity.
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