Yan Sui still went to the company today, but he came home at three in the afternoon. Zhen Han did the same. Although Yan Manjia and Meng Ting were at home, they were still not very reassured, or perhaps they just couldn’t bear to see these two people getting tired.
Yan Manjia was very energetic, going over the dessert list prepared in the kitchen again and again. She was busy running around, while Meng Ting also did not stay idle, trimming flowers in the backyard and decorating all the places in the house that needed floral arrangements.
The flowers he arranged can’t exactly be called artistic, but they aren’t ugly either. More importantly, they smell wonderful. Yan Manjia especially likes them. Without even thinking, one would know who Meng Ting’s first perfume would be for, but Yan Manjia still sweet-talked and pestered Meng Ting into agreeing to give her the second one.
Now, she can’t bear to part with this baby; she truly considers Meng Ting to be her most precious baby after Zhen Han. She genuinely likes Meng Ting, and Meng Ting treats her well too.
Although it wasn’t intentional, Meng Ting’s contribution to the harmonious relationship between Zhen Han and Yan Manjia is quite significant.
Yan Sui and Zhen Han returned. Aside from stopping Yan Manjia, who was running around in a frenzy, they didn’t do much. Yan Sui brought Meng Ting, who had finished his tasks, and a few early-arriving friends to the living room to chat and have afternoon tea.
As time gradually moved forward, more and more people arrived. Many were the same people who had attended their previous seaside gathering, along with some of Zhen Han’s own classmates and colleagues. Meng Ting was always by Yan Sui’s side, so even if they hadn’t met him before, they could still guess his identity.
At present, it hasn’t been long since the rumors of Yan Sui’s infidelity surfaced. Some people, whether out of goodwill or malice, have been observing them more closely. Although Yan Sui and Meng Ting haven’t deliberately pretended to be anything, but they still gave people the impression that they were extremely close.
But whether you believe it or not, asking Meng Ting or Yan Sui anything in person is out of the question.
This time, Su Yang from the Su family also came to Zhen Han’s birthday party. He came with a friend of Yan Sui’s. Originally, he came to build a good relationship with Yan Sui as per the Old Master Su’s instructions, but at the banquet, he couldn’t help but lose control of his gaze.
He had seen many good-looking people, but Meng Ting seemed to shine in his eyes. He spotted him at a glance, and the more he looked, the harder it was to control himself. However, whatever he thought in his heart, it didn’t show on his face at all.
He also stepped forward to toast Yan Sui and Meng Ting, exchanging very mundane pleasantries, but he could be sure of one thing: Meng Ting had completely forgotten about him. Even if he went over tonight, he was afraid he still wouldn’t remember him.
“What are you looking at?” Gu Lang came over to toast with Su Yang, and only then did Su Yang get recognized. Even though during this period, Old Master Su had taken him to many banquets and he had met quite a few people, at Yan Sui’s banquet, hardly anyone paid him any attention.
“Nothing,” Su Yang said lightly, raising his glass.
Gu Lang was still smiling, but he had a strange feeling that Su Yang had seen through him. The more he interacted with Su Yang, the more he realized that Su Yang was not simple. However, Yan Sui was even more extraordinary; no matter how well he disguised himself, he was still noticed by Yan Sui.
Only Su Yang came from the Su family. As for Su Siyu, he just wanted to sneak in with someone else’s help, but no one dared to take him in unless that person no longer wanted to be friends with Yan Sui.
The party was quite lively, Zhen Han received so many gifts that his hands felt sore, and a group of people were laughing and joking until midnight when people finally started to say their goodbye.
Yan Manjia also drank some alcohol and has already passed out on the sofa. Meng Ting is keeping her company on one side, while Yan Sui and Zhen Han are at the door helping Uncle Xiao see off the guests. Some of the guests who are too drunk need to be arranged a ride home, and Uncle Xiao alone definitely can’t handle it.
“Nanny Wang, let’s help Auntie back to her room together.”
Meng Ting saw Yan Manjia looking uncomfortable, but he could only take her back to the room; anything else would be difficult. Seeing Nanny Wang coming over, he immediately raised his hand to ask for her help.
Nanny Wang came over and Meng Ting carried Yan Manjia on his back.
Yan Manjia’s alcohol tolerance was obviously poor, and the smell of alcohol on her was very strong. Meng Ting was a bit dizzy from the smell, but he still carried her back to her room and had Nanny Wang take care of her before heading back downstairs.
There are still a few drunks in the living room who won’t leave. Meng Ting doesn’t plan to mess with them. He left the living room to find Yan Sui and Zhen Han to see if he could help them.
“Hey, do you still remember me?” Su Yang, holding a rose, came out from the back courtyard of the Yan residence.
Meng Ting turned around, glanced at the roses in Su Yang’s hand, and then looked at his face. He gently nodded, “Yan Sui has told me about you. Your name is Su Yang.” Meng Ting remembered Su Siyu’s newly recognized second uncle, and only then did he remember him.
“Don’t you know the way? The main entrance is over there.”
Meng Ting pointed to the place he was about to go. In fact, he was more concerned about Su Yang picking his flowers. Those were the flowers Yan Sui had planted for him. It was one thing for someone to take the flowers he had cut and placed in the living room, but it was another matter entirely for Su Yang to steal them and for him to see it happen.
However, Meng Ting didn’t say it out loud; he just wanted to get him to leave as soon as possible.
“Don’t you care? Yan Sui was on the news hugging another woman.”
He doesn’t believe that Meng Ting would be unaware of this matter; the better his relationship with Yan Sui, the more he should care.
“What does it have to do with you whether I care or not?”
Meng Ting’s expression turned cold, but Su Yang felt that he was no longer pretending, no longer forcing a smile.
Su Yang smiled gently, a smile he thought was the most charming. He took a step closer, looked at Meng Ting, his gaze exceptionally sincere, “Of course it matters, I like you, very much.”
It was only their third meeting, but he was sure he really liked Meng Ting very much—clean, vibrant, just like the white rose in his hand.
Meng Ting stood still, even as Su Yang continued to approach while speaking. He sniffed the rose at the tip of his nose, his voice becoming lower and more ambiguous, “As long as you are willing, one day, I can take you away.”
It’s obvious that Su Yang is a very ambitious person. After returning to the Su family, he has more room to realize his ambitions. At this moment, he speaks quite confidently, thinking that compared to Yan Sui, he only lacks the time to rise.
He raised his hand as if he wanted to ruffle Meng Ting’s hair, but before his hand could even touch Meng Ting, it was grabbed.
Meng Ting’s cold gaze instantly turned dangerous, and Su Yang found himself unable to break free from Meng Ting’s grip. Then, without any warning, Meng Ting’s knee struck his abdomen, and he was knocked to the ground without any defense.
“You are very annoying. There’s no way I would like you, let alone go with you.”
Meng Ting was still not satisfied after saying this, so he kicked him again. Su Yang rolled over, which made the kick directed to his buttocks, but it was still painful enough. Yet, the expression on his face remained a smile, still the kind of smile that was full of amusement.
To be honest, his original fondness for Meng Ting was really no different from liking a beautiful rose, but at this moment he felt differently; Meng Ting was more vibrant and interesting than a rose.
“What’s wrong?” Yan Sui and Zhen Han, who were watching from a distance, both ran over. In this brief moment, Meng Ting stepped on Su Yang’s wrist and took the flower back.
He stared at the flower for a moment, suddenly understanding what it felt like to be disgusted. He then threw it to the ground and stepped on it, demonstrating what it truly meant to be disdainful.
Yan Sui walked over and took Meng Ting into his arms, then asked again, “What’s the matter with you?”
Meng Ting was being watched by Yan Sui, and the frown on his face gradually faded. He pointed at Su Yang and said, “He tried to molest me, so I beat him up.”
Meng Ting didn’t know if he used the word ‘molest’ correctly, but he definitely put the word ‘beat up’ into practice.
Yan Sui’s expression instantly turned ugly upon hearing this. By this time, Su Yang had already stood up. Aside from having a bit more dust on him, he didn’t look particularly affected. Meng Ting hadn’t hit his face, so even if he had been hit hard elsewhere, others wouldn’t be able to tell unless Su Yang was willing to continue rolling on the ground and shouting in pain, which would have some persuasive power.
“Sorry, I drank too much and mistook you for someone else,” Su Yang said, bowing slightly. He didn’t try to deny Meng Ting’s accusation of ‘molesting’, but simply attributed his ‘molesting’ to being ‘drunk’.
Meng Ting turned around upon hearing the words, and seeing Su Yang’s expression change back to that dangerous feeling again, said, “You’re lying.”
Meng Ting actually wanted to keep hitting the person, but he was held back by Yan Sui and couldn’t move. After he finished speaking, he turned his head away again. He still felt unsatisfied!
Yan Sui patted Meng Ting’s back, then pulled Meng Ting behind him. He stepped forward, grabbed Su Yang by the collar, and punched him directly in the face.
Su Yang used to study dance, so he was quite agile, but he had never trained his strength. Meng Ting could easily hold him down and beat him, let alone Yan Sui, who was even stronger than Meng Ting. Each punch he threw was much harder than when he used to discipline his childhood friends.
He kicked the person far away with his last kick, then took two steps closer and said coldly, “I didn’t mistake you, Su Yang. You’re the one I hit.”
“Throw him out for me. From now on, any family in Haicheng that wants to send an invitation to the Su family doesn’t have to send one to my Yan family!”
When Yan Sui was beating someone up, there were still quite a few people who hadn’t left and had come to watch. Upon hearing this, even they felt a shiver run down their spines.
Undoubtedly, the Su family had completely offended the Yan family.
When Meng Ting hit him, Su Yang could still laugh, but when Yan Sui hit him, he couldn’t laugh anymore. Not to mention Yan Sui’s subsequent words, which clearly meant to put him in a difficult position. Not only did he get beaten up, but even when he returned to the Su family, he couldn’t escape the blame from Old Master Su.
Yan Sui turned around, and those who were still watching also consciously walked towards the main entrance. Zhen Han led people to throw Su Yang out and sent the remaining guests away. By the time they returned, Yan Sui had already taken Meng Ting back to their room.
The husband-and-husband duo had already beat the person up one after another, leaving no opportunity for him, the cousin, to step in. However, it was still necessary to let everyone hear Yan Sui’s words; otherwise, they might really think the Yan family was easy to bully.
It’s certain that Yan Sui is even angrier than Meng Ting, but he vented part of his anger towards Su Yang, and the remaining part is reserved for the Su family. There’s no way he would direct it at Meng Ting, it’s just that even his tone of voice felt a bit colder and harsher.
“Where did he touch you?”
Meng Ting thought for a moment, then gently shook his head, “He didn’t touch me, but I still beat him up. But he probably just wanted to touch my face.”
He said, with a bit more displeasure in his expression, “He’s so annoying. He picked my flowers and even said he wanted to take me away. I won’t leave.”
Yan Sui, upon hearing this, immediately felt that he had gone too easy on Su Yang earlier; his heart was deserving of punishment.
And Meng Ting was still listing Su Yang’s faults, “The way he looked at me is annoying, the words he said are annoying, and it’s even more annoying that he picks my flowers and sniff them… So I endured it, and when he got close and tried to touch me, I hit him.”
Hitting someone based solely on feelings is too arbitrary, but once Su Yang made a move, Meng Ting also had a reason to hit someone.
Meng Ting said as he snuggled into Yan Sui’s arms, wrapping his arms tightly around Yan Sui’s waist, “Yan Sui, I hit the person, but I still feel terrible.”
To be more precise, even if he beat up Su Yang, it wouldn’t be able to make up for the damage done to Meng Ting’s mood and state of mind.
Yan Sui hugged Meng Ting back, and the two stood there in silence for a while. Yan Sui then led Meng Ting a couple of steps towards the bed. Meng Ting looked up at him, and Yan Sui’s kiss came down, carrying a hint of urgency and coldness.
Meng Ting paused for a moment, then responded to Yan Sui’s kiss. The two of them kissed, retreated, and took off each other’s clothes.
The taste of alcohol was still strong in Yan Sui’s mouth, and Meng Ting felt a bit dizzy after tasting it. He was someone who was used to focusing, and although what had just happened had an impact on them, gradually, those who were supposed to be insignificant were also pushed to the back of his mind.
In this way, they confirm each other, feel each other, and leave only their own scent on each other. From body to heart, they possess each other again and again, and the lingering unease and gloom have all disappeared.
In Meng Ting’s barely restrained gentle call, Yan Sui’s slightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.
“Don’t be afraid, no one can take you away from me,” Yan Sui said, his kiss descending once more. What made Meng Ting uneasy was not Su Yang, but the possibility that Su Yang had mentioned.
Meng Ting’s hands wrapped around Yan Sui’s neck, his eyes once again regained their clarity. The flush on his face had yet to dissipate. He nodded and then whispered, “I like you, I love you, I won’t leave.”
Even if someone wanted him to leave, he wouldn’t leave.
“Yan Sui, let’s do it again.”
Just once, Meng Ting felt that it wasn’t enough to express his liking and love for Yan Sui, as well as his determination not to leave.
Meng Ting rolled around with Yan Sui on the bed, their positions shifting slightly. He said very considerately, “If you’re tired, I can do it myself…”
Yan Sui looked at Meng Ting, once again confirming that he really couldn’t give Meng Ting to anyone else.
Meng Ting saw Yan Sui staring blankly at him, so he took it as consent. Since it was the second time, they skipped the foreplay steps.
Yan Sui’s endurance was astonishing, and this position put a great test on Meng Ting’s physical strength. He started off enthusiastically, but soon began to slack off. He lay on Yan Sui, panting, hesitating whether to continue or not.
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軟磨硬泡 (ruǎn mó yìng pào): to coax and pester unceasingly (idiom); to tiresomely pursue something; use polite begging and stubborn pestering by turns; to wheedle; to cajole.強顏歡笑 (qiǎng yán huān xiào): to put on a forced or strained smile; to pretend to look happy; to force oneself to smile; put on a brave face/front; to put on a forced smile even though one is not happy at heart.
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