It took Zhen Han and Gu Lang more than half an hour to finish their meal. After they finished, they walked over and sat down. For a long while, no one spoke, mainly because Meng Ting, who was being held by Yan Sui, gradually started to feel sleepy, his eyes fluttering open and closed, and it took a while before they finally closed completely.
Yan Sui raised his hand, and Zhen Han looked to his side, only to discover a thin blanket there. He handed it to Yan Sui, who covered Meng Ting with it and then adjusted his position slightly to help Meng Ting sleep better.
“Not carrying him back upstairs?” Zhen Han couldn’t help but ask.
Yan Sui hesitated and shook his head, “It’s fine, he won’t wake up.”
Zhen Han and Gu Lang exchanged glances, then didn’t hold back anymore, but they still kept their voices down.
“Yesterday, my family hosted a banquet, and Old Master Su brought Su Yang,” Gu Lang said, then explained further, “He’s the illegitimate son he just acknowledged.”
“Mm, they came to see me,” Yan Sui nodded gently, then continued, “The Su family… can’t be touched for the time being.”
Gu Lang and Zhen Han nodded upon hearing this, their eyes thoughtful, but they had no objections to Yan Sui’s words.
Even if Yan Sui wants to overthrow a family like the Su family, there are many preparations to be made before and after, but it’s only for the time being. A person like him wouldn’t be without other contingency plans.
“The Meng family…” Zhen Han said, glancing at Meng Ting in Yan Sui’s arms. Although Meng Ting didn’t have much of a close relationship with them, he still bore the surname ‘Meng’, and would be somewhat influenced by them. They seemed to be even more difficult to move than the Su family.
However, Yan Sui smiled slightly, with a hint of amusement, “The Meng family… the stories of his two wives and concubines have been around long enough. It’s time to stir up some more jokes and see what happens.”
As he spoke, his eyes slowly lowered and fell on Meng Ting, “Ting Ting has no relationship with them.”
“What do you mean by ‘no relationship’…” Zhen Han was much more attentive and understanding of Yan Sui than Gu Lang. The Meng family must have done something else to anger Yan Sui to make him make such a decision, probably related to Meng Ting in his arms. Naturally, he couldn’t help but ask one more question.
“Ting Ting is not the child of Meng Yide and Yu Meixuan; I’m still investigating his background,” Meng Ting had mentioned Li Yifei’s odd behavior when they were in the study room earlier. It would be quickest to start from her.
After Yan Sui said this, Zhen Han and Gu Lang couldn’t help but sit up straight. They never expected that Yan Sui’s so-called ‘no relationship’ would include no blood relationship. Mixing up bloodlines is a major taboo in their families. What is the second house of the Meng family thinking?
“That child…” Yan Sui paused slightly before telling Zhen Han and Gu Lang, “He is now called Yan Shuya, and he has been recognized back into the Yan family in Country F. He should indeed be Yan Mu’s child.”
Even if Yan Mu had checked, Yan Zhengbo would still check it again; otherwise, if he was not a child of the Yan family, he wouldn’t even have the right to be recognized as one.
Zhen Han and Gu Lang were quite surprised. They both knew Yan Mu, but they never expected that he was also involved in the sensational gossip that had taken Haicheng by storm back then, and that the female lead of the gossip had even given birth to his child.
“This Yu Meixuan is not simple either.”
Zhen Han muttered to himself, but he thought of Yan Mingya, who was now in Haicheng. If he didn’t realize this, he could very well be taken advantage of by this woman. He had to give him a good piece of advice; he couldn’t let Yan Mingya call him ‘uncle’ for so many years in vain.
Yan Sui didn’t respond, but his silence was an acknowledgment of Zhen Han’s comment. From what Su Siyu told him, she had indeed managed to make the Yan family of Country F her son’s. However, this time, she probably wouldn’t have such an opportunity.
“Pay more attention to the Yan family in Country F and Mingya,” Yan Sui reminded Zhen Han. Mingya and Zhen Han had a better relationship than with him, and Zhen Han was more sensitive to such matters. Since he could handle it, Yan Sui was willing to let him do it.
“Alright,” Zhen Han replied. He tapped his thigh and decided to have his friends over there thoroughly investigate Yu Meixuan for him.
Yan Sui’s gaze fell on Gu Lang again, and Gu Lang instinctively straightened his posture, appearing ready for action at any moment.
“Talk to Su Yang more and get to know his usual personality and habits for me.”
“Okay,” Gu Lang didn’t know what Yan Sui wanted to know, but since it was rare for Yan Sui to have something for him to do, he naturally had to comply. He patted his chest, almost adding a line that he guarantee the task would be completed.
After they finished talking, Gu Lang and Zhen Han took turns sharing the latest gossip with Yan Sui. Yan Sui listened, occasionally giving them advice and corrections. This conversation lasted almost two hours.
Gu Lang looked at the time and said, “I’m leaving now. I still have an appointment.”
He said this and didn’t ask Yan Sui anymore question, then looked at Zhen Han. Zhen Han shook his head, so he could only leave by himself.
Zhen Han watched as Yan Sui organized his thoughts while patting Meng Ting. He turned his head away with a slightly awkward look and said, “What about her?”
“In the studio,” Yan Sui replied, pointing to the door for Zhen Han.
Zhen Han glanced over, snorted again, then stood up as well. Instead of going to the studio, he walked up the stairs spending the night at the old house tonight as well.
Yan Sui looked at him helplessly and shook his head, but he didn’t try to persuade Zhen Han either; this was basically the way he and Yan Manjia interacted.
He reached out and touched Meng Ting’s forehead, seeing that he was still sleeping soundly. He couldn’t help but curl up the corners of his mouth into a smile. He still had doubts about what Meng Ting had told him before, but now he truly believed it. Sleeping next to him really did help him sleep well.
The blanket continued to wrap the person, and Yan Sui picked him up like this, heading towards the bedroom on the second floor.
They had already taken a shower earlier, so there was no need to go through the hassle again. He placed the person on the bed and couldn’t help but bite Meng Ting’s lips, “What do you mean ‘once more’? You’ve already gone to dreamland to meet the Duke of Zhou[mfn]周公 (Zhōu gōng): Dan, Duke Wen of Zhou, commonly known as the Duke of Zhou, was a member of the royal family of the early Zhou dynasty who played a major role in consolidating the kingdom established by his elder brother King Wu. He is also a Chinese culture hero, with the authorship of the I Ching and the Classic of Poetry having traditionally been attributed to him, as well as the establishment of the Rites of Zhou. Duke of Zhou is also known as the “God of Dreams”. The Analects record Confucius saying, “How I have gone downhill! It has been such a long time since I dreamt of the Duke of Zhou.” This was meant as a lamentation of how the governmental ideals of the Duke of Zhou had faded, but was later taken literally.[/mfn]…”
“Yan Sui…” Meng Ting murmured softly, using the truth to tell Yan Sui that even in his dreams, he was dreaming of him.
“I’m here,” Yan Sui replied, reaching out to pat Meng Ting’s back.
“Will you come sleep with me?” Meng Ting kept his eyes closed, but his hand showed no sign of letting go. He rolled slightly towards Yan Sui with his eyes still closed, “Don’t leave.”
Even if he had plans to leave, he wouldn’t be able to do so at this moment, not to mention he hasn’t even considered it.
“I’m not leaving, I’ll stay with you.” Yan Sui replied, kissing Meng Ting on the lips again.
Meng Ting took the initiative to open his mouth, his tongue too lazy to move, but he still tried to lick Yan Sui. Unfortunately, he really didn’t have much strength.
“Just kiss me…”
Hearing this, Yan Sui, who had just left Meng Ting’s lips, came back again. He gently stroked Meng Ting’s hair and, just as Meng Ting wished, gave him a deep kiss that was so gentle it could make people fed up.
After the kiss, Meng Ting found some support from the state of drowsiness that had left him feeling lost. He slowly opened his eyes, his weak hands returning to embrace Yan Sui. As all his thoughts gradually came back, he lifted his foot and kicked at the blanket still wrapped around him for a while before finally freeing his feet, which then wrapped around Yan Sui’s body.
His intentions were already quite clear. Yan Sui’s kiss fell again, targeting Meng Ting’s sensitive and easily aroused spots. The strength Meng Ting had finally regained was once again kissed away.
His limbs were lazy, but his gaze was more focused than before. He looked at Yan Sui as if he could never get enough.
After a while, he lifted the back of his hand that Yan Sui had accidentally missed, “This place needs a kiss too.”
Yan Sui kissed Meng Ting’s hand as instructed. Meng Ting watched Yan Sui kiss him, his eyes narrowed slightly. He was becoming more and more open with Yan Sui, and Yan Sui was increasingly delighted by Meng Ting’s openness.
The interaction between the two became increasingly harmonious, especially in such matters. At first, Yan Sui could still maintain his gentleness, but with Meng Ting’s unintentional ‘seduction’, he couldn’t hold back any longer. His loss of control was unexpected yet reasonable.
Meng Ting must have been unable to bear it any longer, but he didn’t call for a stop. He gently wiped the sweat from Yan Sui’s forehead. He no longer had the strength to lift his body and kiss Yan Sui’s lips or cheeks, so he tilted his head and kissed Yan Sui’s wrist that was resting by his ear.
But his actions not only failed to calm the person down, they only made Yan Sui even more agitated.
***
A steamy affair came to an end, leaving the two of them lying side by side, embracing each other. It took a long time for them to catch their breath. Meng Ting slowly moved his body, resting his head on Yan Sui’s arm, then consciously shifted back into his embrace, even though the dampness made it somewhat uncomfortable.
“Yan Sui, do you feel all the love I have for you?”
Meng Ting asked softly, and seeing that Yan Sui didn’t respond, he looked up at him, then reached out and pinched a sensitive spot on him, “Hmm?”
Yan Sui couldn’t withstand Meng Ting’s gaze and pulled his head into his embrace, “I felt it.”
It was precisely because he felt it that he lost control like this. His hand ran along Meng Ting’s back, and only then did he remember something. He sat up, carefully examined Meng Ting’s body, then frowned and carried him towards the bathroom.
They didn’t take another bath; the two of them just rinsed off briefly, and then he carried him back, applying medicine and massaging his body again.
In just over two months, their bodies had already become perfectly attuned to each other. Occasionally, they would indulge a bit, but there was no need for medication anymore. However, tonight he clearly lost control and ended up hurting the other person.
“In the future, if you feel pain, just tell me, don’t hold it in,” Yan Sui said, his expression showing more guilt.
“Okay,” Meng Ting had taken a nap earlier, so he didn’t feel sleepy at the moment. He nodded, then reached out and poked Yan Sui’s side, “Don’t be unhappy either, okay?”
“Mm,” Meng Ting’s good intentions were well felt, and Yan Sui couldn’t refuse. In that previous situation, it was really hard to endure, and if it happened again, he estimated he would still lose control.
“Can’t sleep?”
Yan Sui massaged Meng Ting for a while longer, watching as his eyes remained wide open, wandering around to look at him.
Meng Ting nodded, “I don’t want to sleep, but I don’t want to move either.”
He just wanted to lie there lazily, just wanted to look at Yan Sui like this.
Yan Sui finished massaging Meng Ting’s legs and continued to massage his hands and shoulders. As Meng Ting watched, he would occasionally leaned down to kiss his eyes.
The bed was a bit messy and still a bit damp. After rubbing Meng Ting, Yan Sui pulled over the thin blanket from before and wrapped it around him, first carrying him to the sofa. Then he went back to change the sheets, while Meng Ting continued to lie on the sofa watching Yan Sui busy himself.
Yan Sui turned back, and Meng Ting instinctively reached out to wrap his arms around his neck. “Actually, I can walk, but I also want you to carry me.”
Meng Ting said as he kissed Yan Sui’s cheek again.
Yan Sui gently set the person down, kissed Meng Ting’s forehead, and said, “I’ll coax you to sleep.”
“Okay,” Meng Ting lay down a bit, and once Yan Sui was settled, he leaned in as well.
Yan Sui’s hand patted Meng Ting’s back repeatedly. The person who was still full of energy just a moment ago had his eyelids grow heavy again, and before long, Meng Ting fell asleep once more.
Yan Sui placed another kiss on Meng Ting’s forehead before finally closing his eyes to sleep.
***
The next day, Yan Sui and Meng Ting undoubtedly overslept again. If it weren’t for Yan Sui’s phone automatically turning on and vibrating repeatedly, they probably would have slept a bit longer. After all, both of them were still mentally excited until the end yesterday, but their bodies were exhausted.
And the reason why Yan Sui’s phone has been ringing non-stop so early is also worth mentioning.
Today, on the entertainment page of the Haicheng Morning Post, there was a very eye-catching piece of news, 《A Married Family Patriarch in Haicheng Secretly Meets a Woman in White Dress》 The accompanying image showed a figure from behind, as well as another woman in a white dress with her face obscured.
Yan Sui did not show his face, but those who were familiar with him would recognize his back. More importantly, he had married a male spouse, so when he was hugging a woman, it could never be associated with Meng Ting.
Yan Sui and Meng Ting came down from upstairs. Yan Manjia was looking at the morning newspaper on the table, laughing uncontrollably. Zhen Han, who was having breakfast, couldn’t resist standing behind Yan Manjia to see, but he didn’t know that the one in the white dress was Meng Ting.
“Yan Sui hugged you?” Zhen Han thought that if it could make Yan Manjia laughed so exaggeratedly, it must be her. But Yan Sui hugging Yan Manjia was also quite strange; judging by their posture, they looked pretty intimate. He shook his head again and said, “Not you, you’re too short.”
Yan Manjia is only 1.6 meters tall, and even with the highest heels, she doesn’t reach the height in the photo.
“I’m short, but I didn’t make you short, did I? Hmph,” Yan Manjia puffed up her cheeks unhappily. She originally wanted to say it was Meng Ting, but when she raised her eyes and saw Yan Sui and Meng Ting, she closed her mouth again.
Meng Ting still didn’t know what was going on; he just felt that Yan Manjia’s gaze towards him was a bit strange, but he couldn’t tell why it was strange.
“Auntie, are your eyes feeling uncomfortable?”
Meng Ting thought for a moment and then said again, “You shouldn’t stay up late all the time, it’s not good for your eyes.”
Yan Manjia rolled her eyes directly upon hearing this, making it look more like her eyes were uncomfortable.
“Tsk, don’t mind her. She won’t listen anyway, and she doesn’t even think about her own age.”
Zhen Han, upon hearing the words, stepped away from Yan Manjia, but his mouth didn’t stop criticizing her. Yan Manjia not only puffed her cheeks but also widened her eyes. However, when Zhen Han looked over, she could only retract her glare.
“Got it, got it, I’ll… go to bed early and wake up early from now on.”
“That’s good,” Meng Ting nodded, watching Nanny Wang bring over breakfast. He then continued, “From now on, let Nanny Wang supervise you.”
Meng Ting and Zhen Han both looked at her, and Yan Manjia couldn’t help but nod. She twisted her body, “I’ll do my best.”
“It must be done. I will supervise you,” Nanny Wang had no way of controlling Yan Manjia, so Zhen Han instinctively said this. After saying it, he turned his head away, and it was a while before he heard Yan Manjia respond with ‘Okay’.
At this moment, Yan Sui and Meng Ting were also reading the newspaper. Meng Ting had initially just glanced at it casually, but then, not only did his cheeks turn red, but his eyes also widened. He had finally managed to get Yan Sui overlook this matter for him…
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大汗淋漓 (dà hàn lín lí): to sweat profusely; dripping with sweat; perspire profusely; be covered with sweat; be dripping/running/streaming wet with sweat; sweat all over.
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