Yan Manjia naturally wouldn’t do anything to harm Yan Yu, but if she continues to be involved with Xiao Zi, then who knows? Yan Sui even speculated that Yan Yu’s death as mentioned by Su Siyu… probably also has something to do with Xiao Zi.
How exactly, he still has too little information to be certain, but the good thing now is that Yan Manjia is completely no longer involved with Xiao Zi. They have cut all ties, and Xiao Zi also no longer has the Yan family’s weakness.
“Aunt, please calm down. If you act impulsively, I tell you, it will only make things worse,” Yan Sui said again in a low voice. His voice wasn’t loud, but Yan Manjia couldn’t help but listen. In their Yan family, only Yan Sui and her son were the sensible ones now.
“I don’t know anymore, I won’t act impulsively.”
“Mm,” Yan Sui replied, standing up. He nodded to Yan Manjia and Zhen Han, then walked upstairs. As for the tablet, he left it in Zhen Han’s hands. He had originally planned to tell Zhen Han about these matters today, asking him to pay more attention to Yan Manjia.
Now Yan Manjia also knows about this matter. Keeping the person under his watch is better than letting her stay alone in the seaside villa.
Yan Sui returned to the room, and Meng Ting was still asleep, but his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he wasn’t sleeping very comfortably. Yan Sui leaned down and kissed the center of Meng Ting’s forehead, then quickly took a shower in the bathroom before lying down on the bed. Meng Ting found his way over on his own.
“Yan Sui, are we home yet?”
“Yes, we’re home now, go to sleep,” Yan Sui turned to the side, patting Meng Ting’s back, and placed another kiss, “Good night.”
“Good night…” Meng Ting replied, no longer trying to open his eyes. He gently rubbed his nose against the person, then a slight smile appeared on his lips. He wasn’t completely free of worries, but those things couldn’t bother him when he was with Yan Sui; he just felt so comfortable that he wanted to sleep.
***
This night may not be the same for other people. In the old house, Yan Manjia did not sleep all night. With the small desk lamp on, she sat up against the pillow for the entire night, as if she had thought a lot, yet also as if she had thought nothing at all.
It was unknown whether Zhen Han slept or not. He got up at seven, grabbed two steamed buns[mfn]包子 (bāozi): Steamed buns. 
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Meng Ting got up early today. He woke Yan Sui up, took the early-rising Dahuang with him, and they all went for a run together. After having breakfast, Yan Sui accompanied him to watch TV in the living room for a while before he went to the company.
As for Yan Manjia, she didn’t come down from the upper floor until almost noon. Although she looked a bit tired, her eyes were bright. She had truly come to terms with everything this time. Even though she had wasted over twenty years, she was still alive, and there was still plenty of time left. She could still live life to the fullest.
“Ting Ting baby, go shopping with your auntie later.”
“What for?” Meng Ting was sitting on the sofa waiting for lunch. When he heard Yan Manjia’s words, he turned around and asked.
“I want to buy a birthday gift for Han Han. He didn’t like the ones I bought in previous years, but I still need to choose carefully.”
When Yan Manjia talked about Zhen Han, she sounded a bit weak. The roles of the two were somewhat reversed, but there was no doubt that she treated Zhen Han as her son and treasure. It was just that she herself never grew up, and it was the precocious Zhen Han who worried about her more.
“When is cousin’s birthday?”
Meng Ting asked, as if he had just remembered something more important, “Auntie, do you know when Yan Sui’s birthday is?”
“Yan Sui’s birthday is easy to remember, November 11[mfn]十一月十一日 (shí yī yuè shí yī rì): 光棍節 (Guāng gùn jié), Singles’ Day, also known as 雙11 (Shuāng Shí yī), Double 11 (November 11), originally a day of activities for single people, but now also the world’s biggest annual retail sales day. It is an unofficial Chinese holiday for people who are not in a relationship. The date, 11 November (11/11), was chosen because the numeral 1 resembles a 光棍 (guāng gùn) bare stick, Chinese Internet slang for an unmarried man.[/mfn],” his birthday, his friends all treated it as a bachelor party, which was fine in previous years, but this year, it might not work out. It should turn into an abusing the bachelor party.
Meng Ting nodded. There were less than two months left. He thought about it for a moment and nodded again, “I’ll go with you, but we need to call Yan Sui first.”
“Okay,” Yan Manjia couldn’t help but smile at Meng Ting’s obedient demeanor.
At first glance, Meng Ting might seem a bit dull, but the more you get to know him, the more you realize his simple nature is something truly precious. Spending time with him feels very comfortable; even she, who don’t interact with him often, feel this way. Yan Sui, who has had more interactions with him, feels it even more, it’s no wonder he dotes on Meng Ting so much.
Yan Sui did not stop them from going out, but they had to bring along the people Uncle Xiao had assigned to them. Meng Ting and Yan Manjia did not find this inappropriate. After having lunch, they rested for a while, and then got into the car to head to the large shopping mall.
On weekends, the mall is crowded everywhere, but Yan Manjia took Meng Ting directly into a few luxury stores, where there were relatively fewer people.
Although Yan Manjia is abroad, she sends back a lot of gifts every once in a while. She would give all the gifts she could to Zhen Han. Right now, she’s really anxious. She doesn’t like the ordinary ones, but the things she does like seem to be similar to what she has already sent to Zhen Han.
“Why don’t you make something for Zhen Han yourself, Aunt?” Meng Ting suggested, also thinking about what he should give Yan Sui as a birthday gift in two months. “Anything you make yourself is always special, and my cousin will like it.”
Even if he says he dislikes it, he will definitely like it. Meng Ting’s feelings are very straightforward; he knows that Zhen Han cares about Yan Manjia. Of course, he even if really dislikes it, only he himself could dislike it. If someone else says something bad about it, he would probably want to fight that person.
“What should I do?” Yan Manjia said, looking at Meng Ting expectantly, almost wanting to pull Meng Ting over for a kiss. However, Meng Ting had told her so many times that she finally remembered: he doesn’t kiss anyone other than Yan Sui.
Meng Ting did not live up to this expectation. He shook his head at her, “I don’t know. You’ll have to figure this out on your own…”
“The only thing I can barely manage is oil painting,” but the brush that once had been very vibrant, who knows how it is now. Yan Manjia said with a gentle sigh. But then, a smile returned to her face. She had already thought of what special gift to give Zhen Han.
“Ting Ting baby, thank you.”
Meng Ting lightly nodded upon hearing the words. He was still not accustomed to being called this by Yan Manjia, but Yan Manjia’s habits were not something that could be easily changed either. His words were basically equivalent to not saying anything at all.
***
Yan Manjia and Meng Ting bought some paint and canvas after leaving the mall. She took Meng Ting to a dessert shop to eat, while the people who came with them first loaded their purchases into the car.
As luck would have it, not long after they sat down, He Wan also came in through the door. However, she didn’t see Yan Manjia and Meng Ting; she directly walked to a seat and sat down. Not long after, another woman came in, looking much older than He Wan, and she didn’t seem to be her close friend.
“Who is she?” Yan Manjia muttered to herself, then turned around and took a big gulp of juice.
“Her name is Li Yifei, Meng… Grandpa’s little wife.” Meng Ting told Yan Manjia. These two women coming together definitely had ulterior motives. Even someone like Meng Ting, who didn’t understand human nature, could see that.
Yan Manjia is in Haicheng, so she naturally knew about the incident over ten days ago when Meng Xiao and Su Siyu tried to harm Meng Ting and were then retaliated against by Yan Sui.
Yan Manjia rolled her eyes and waved to Meng Ting. After a moment of hesitation, Meng Ting nodded. He followed Yan Manjia to the back kitchen of the dessert shop. Yan Manjia made a phone call, and then the bodyguard Xiao Chen, who had just loaded the items into the car, came over to find Yan Manjia with some more things.
She actually dressed Meng Ting in women’s clothes, and the off-white dress actually didn’t look out of place on Meng Ting at all.
“Baby, your face is a masterpiece of God,” Yan Manjia has not cultivated anything else over the years, but her aesthetic taste has been extremely high. Meng Ting’s face is very malleable. If it weren’t for his own specialty, he could actually do very well in the fashion industry.
However, Meng Ting’s personality is not really suitable for that kind of place. Not to mention Yan Sui, even she herself wouldn’t be willing. It’s just great that Meng Ting can find something he likes to do.
Meng Ting didn’t wear high heels; he just wore his own white sneakers, and it felt completely natural.
He walked out of the back kitchen with a stiff face, then passed by He Wan and sat in the seat next to her. He casually picked up a magazine and, following Yan Manjia’s instructions, listened to what He Wan and Li Yifei were talking about.
The two of them were dressed casually, choosing this bustling dessert shop precisely to avoid drawing attention. Naturally, their voices were a bit quieter. Meng Ting had fairly good hearing, but as he listened, his expression gradually darkened.
“Regarding Meng Ting, I want all the information you have on him. As a compensation, I can arrange for my brother to talk to you.”
He Wan took a sip of her coffee and then casually said this.
“He’s just an illegitimate child from your second house; you don’t have to be reluctant to give him up. I can’t make decisions for the Yan family right now, but my brother and I are still on good terms.”
Even if her dad dislikes He Zhen, the He family now only has He Zhen as their only son. If they don’t pass it on to him, are they going to give it to someone outside the family with a different surname? Who made his favorite, He Yue, die?
Li Yifei naturally had no reluctance to give Meng Ting up, but He Wan didn’t know that. She pretended to be conflicted for a while before replying to He Wan, “Okay, but I have one more request.”
She said with a gentle smile, “For you, it’s just a matter of lifting a finger.”
He Wan thought for a moment and said, “You say.”
“The Meng family and the Yan family have a marriage alliance, but it hasn’t brought much benefit to the Yan family. Our family’s Qin’er is of the right age, and it would be good if she could give birth to a son or a daughter for the Yan family. As for the formal title, it’s fine if there is one; if not, that’s okay too.”
“Just a matter of lifting a finger, you flatter me…”
He Wan’s voice turned a bit cold, but her gradually slowing tone also indicated that she was moved. Even if Meng Ting was favored by Yan Sui, he couldn’t have children. For the sake of the Yan family’s legacy, Yan Sui would eventually need to have children. Rather than Yan Sui finding someone to be a surrogate, it would be better to use the person she found.
“This isn’t urgent. If a suitable opportunity arises, just don’t forget about our family’s Qin’er.”
Li Yifei said as she took another sip of coffee. She was very skilled at observing people’s hearts, and she naturally noticed He Wan’s intentions. While most people thought that He Wan had no influence over Yan Sui and the Yan family anymore, but she didn’t think so. A woman understands another woman; she believed that He Wan definitely still had some trump cards up her sleeve.
He Wan didn’t respond. She glanced at her phone and said, “I have another appointment, I’ll leave first.”
Li Yifei stood up and said, “Take care.”
After He Wan left, Li Yifei sat for another ten minutes before getting up. Just as she reached the end of the corridor, she suddenly turned around and saw Meng Ting, who was looking out the window. Her expression changed abruptly.
“Zhou Zhou… no, no, it can’t be, how could Zhou Zhou still be this young…”
She subconsciously took two steps forward, and Yan Manjia, who saw something was wrong, immediately got up and rushed over, giving Meng Ting a bear hug. “Baby, your auntie missed you to death.”
“You…” Meng Ting instinctively pushed away Yan Manjia’s embrace, but Yan Manjia immediately whispered in Meng Ting’s ear again. He glanced over and saw Li Yifei, who looked a bit dazed, but she quickly averted her gaze and turned to leave the dessert shop.
Yan Manjia let go of Meng Ting only after she left. She sat down opposite Meng Ting, waiting for him to tell her, but Meng Ting shook his head.
“Let’s talk about it at home.”
Meng Ting’s complexion wasn’t very good, and his thoughts were a bit scattered; he almost forgot that he was wearing a skirt. He stood up and was stunned for a moment before he seemed to remember it, but just then the door of the dessert shop opened, and Yan Sui appeared at the entrance.
Meng Ting, who had no sense of shame for such a long time, suddenly blushed and looked a bit flustered.
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舉手之勞 (jǔ shǒu zhī láo): lit. the exertion of lifting one’s hand (idiom); fig. a very slight effort; something that requires little effort; no trouble at all; as easy as lifting one’s finger―quite easy; not difficult at all; to do things easily and effortlessly.
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