BMHS Chapter 074.3

He turned and walked to the bed, pulled back the covers, and sat down. Very naturally, he opened his arms. Yan Sui also walked over, helped Meng Ting take off his clothes, and then covered him with the blanket. Only then did he go to the bathroom to fetch warm water and a towel.

Yesterday, Meng Ting had sneaked into the bathroom by himself and washed every part of his body except for the wounded areas. So today, he didn’t pester Yan Sui for a bath. He cooperated obediently, and soon Yan Sui finished wiping him clean.

Meng Ting sat on the bed still wrapped in the blanket, but her head had already leaned towards the bathroom. It wasn’t until Yan Sui came out that she sat up straight again.

“I won’t leave…” Yan Sui had already said this to Meng Ting several times since dinner.

“Oh,” Meng Ting responded, but whenever Yan Sui left his sight, he couldn’t help but worry.

Yan Sui looked at Meng Ting helplessly, then turned around and began to take off his bathrobe. But before his hand could even touch his pajamas, a warm body pressed against his back.

“Yan Sui, it’s been so long since we’ve been intimate. I want it.”

Meng Ting’s words were straightforward, and Yan Sui knew exactly what he was asking for.

“You want it too. I could feel it in the lab.”

As Meng Ting spoke, his kisses landed on the back of Yan Sui’s neck, alternating between licking, kissing, and biting. The techniques he had learned from Yan Sui were now being used on him.

Yan Sui was enduring it with some difficulty, but Meng Ting’s grip around his waist was strong. Moreover, he was afraid of accidentally touching the wound on Meng Ting’s side.

While kissing the person, Meng Ting also began to coax Yan Sui, “We’ll be careful. It’s fine. I’ve already asked Cousin Zhen Han…”

“I originally wanted to ask Dr. Gu Li, but cousin wouldn’t let me…” Meng Ting knew how much Yan Sui cared for him. If it would interfere with his recovery, no matter how he tried to entice Yan Sui, it wouldn’t work. For once, he had been clever enough to ask Zhen Han, who was a doctor. Later, he remembered that Zhen Han was a veterinarian, which wasn’t exactly appropriate. He wanted to consult Gu Li, but Zhen Han stopped him.

Suddenly, Yan Sui understood why Zhen Han had been so flustered earlier. It wasn’t out of shyness but probably frustration. Yet, Zhen Han really didn’t dare to show any displeasure to Meng Ting. He had answered Meng Ting’s question seriously and, in the process, prevented Meng Ting from embarrassing more people.

“Yan Sui, Yan Sui, just give in to me…”

The last line was something Meng Ting had picked up from a TV drama. Without needing any prompting, he used it now, and it surprisingly fit the situation perfectly.

Yan Sui let out a soft ‘Mm’, and Meng Ting loosened his grip slightly, allowing him to turn around.

Yan Sui might have originally intended to remind Meng Ting of something, but as soon as he met those eyes filled with desire, those words seemed irrelevant. He pulled Meng Ting into his embrace and whispered in his ear, “You want it?”

“Yes, so much. It’s been so many days…” Especially during these days of pure recovery, each day felt incredibly long to him, and he felt like he had been neglected for far too long.

Before the echo of Meng Ting’s last words faded, Yan Sui’s lips were already on his. Their gazes locked, and the emotions and desires Yan Sui had been suppressing could no longer be held back.

The kiss suddenly intensified, and Meng Ting, who had been full of fighting spirit, was kissed until his body went soft. But he finally had no time to worry about trivial matters anymore. He truly enjoyed such intimate moments with Yan Sui, where their eyes could only see each other, and their hearts could only feel each other.

This complete immersion made Meng Ting both fond and infatuated. He opened his eyes wide to look at Yan Sui, and after a moment, his brows and eyes curved with joy as he said happily, “Continue, continue…”

Yan Sui lowered his head to kiss Meng Ting’s flushed cheek, then carefully picked him up and walked towards the bed.

Meng Ting’s arms encircled Yan Sui’s neck. Even after being placed on the bed, his arms still clung to Yan Sui, not letting him get up. His kisses landed on Yan Sui’s forehead, gently and tenderly moving downward, and his feet directly lifted to hook around Yan Sui’s waist.

Not to mention that Yan Sui had no intention of getting up in the first place, even if he had such a thought, he wouldn’t have the willpower to do so now.

He propped himself up beside Meng Ting, trying his best not to press on his wound.

They were both familiar enough with each other’s bodies. It was easy for him to make Meng Ting aroused or excited, but Yan Sui still showed great patience, ensuring that Meng Ting was truly ready before taking the next step.

Of course, this patience and perseverance only existed before the storm began. Once it started, everything that followed was beyond his control. Kissing, caressing, and all intimate acts continued until they had exhausted each other’s energy, and only then did they fall asleep together.

***

Probably too tired, Meng Ting didn’t wake up until almost eight o’clock the next day. He reached out to touch the side of the bed, but didn’t feel Yan Sui there. His drowsy eyes fully opened, and he quickly dressed himself and ran downstairs.

He searched around for a while, then looked up to find Yan Sui just coming down the stairs.

“I went to the study to take a call,” Yan Sui explained, glancing at Meng Ting before picking him up. “It’s getting cold, why aren’t you wearing any shoes?”

“I forgot…” Meng Ting, being held by Yan Sui, felt all his unease disappear. He obediently let himself be carried, his eyes fixed on Yan Sui. Although he didn’t speak anymore, Yan Sui understood.

Meng Ting had forgotten because he was in a hurry to see him.

Yan Sui didn’t say anything more. He tilted his head and nuzzled Meng Ting’s cheek, but still carried him upstairs. The weather today was a bit colder than yesterday, and Meng Ting wasn’t wearing enough clothes.

By the time Yan Sui had wrapped the person up properly and came back downstairs, Nanny Wang had already set out breakfast.

Seeing how well Yan Sui and Meng Ting got along, she felt happy but also found it quite remarkable. She had never thought Yan Sui would be so attentive to someone. It could only be said to be fate—Meng Ting was lucky, and so was Yan Sui.

After breakfast, they all went to the basement of the Yan residence. In about an hour, He Yue would undergo his first surgery.

Gu Li and Dr. Bart were still talking, while Zhen Han and Li Yi had been preparing in the operating room since yesterday and were now conducting their final checks.

Yan Yu pushed He Yue down, and both of them appeared relatively calm. At this point, they could only do their best and leave the rest to fate. Whether it succeeded or not, they wouldn’t go through this again in the future.

Zhen Han and Li Yi came out of the operating room, leaving the door open. They nodded to Gu Li and Dr. Bart, indicating that everything that needed to be prepared inside had been prepared, and everything that needed to be checked had been checked again.

Yan Yu walked up to He Yue, lifted him from the wheelchair, and carried him step by step into the operating room, then placed him on the operating table.

“You take a nap, and I’ll be waiting outside the whole time.”

“Okay,” He Yue He Yue responded. He grabbed Yan Yu’s hand, gave it a light squeeze, and then let go.

Yan Sui and Meng Ting didn’t enter, but He Yue could still hear Meng Ting’s voice.

“Dad He, Yan Sui and I are here for you too. You’ll be fine.”

He Yue didn’t respond, but a faint smile appeared on his face.

Zhen Han ushered Yan Yu out of the operating room and then closed the door.

Yan Yu couldn’t help but feel the urge to smoke, but when his gaze fell on Meng Ting, who was bundled up tightly by Yan Sui, he held back. When he occasionally snuck out to smoke on the lawn, not only would He Yue dislike it, but Meng Ting did too. As soon as he entered the living room, Meng Ting would keep his distance.

Yan Sui didn’t stay in the basement the whole time. He would occasionally go upstairs to take a call or send a document, but every time he came back down, he would bring some food or drinks for Meng Ting.

His phone vibrated again in his hand. He picked it up and glanced at the screen, then ruffled Meng Ting’s hair with his other hand before heading back to the living room or study to answer the call, just like before.

Outside the operating room, only Yan Yu and Meng Ting were left. Yan Manjia had been keeping watch too, but it was almost mealtime now, so she went upstairs to prepare something to bring down. Not only did the people outside need something to eat, but those in the operating room might also need to replenish their energy.

She wasn’t sure if they’d have time to eat, but she could only find something to do that she felt would be helpful.

Meng Ting took another sip of water. Now that it was just him and Yan Yu at the door of the operating room, all he could do was drink water and watch Yan Yu.

Yan Yu’s gaze swept over and met Meng Ting’s. Meng Ting seemed startled and instinctively widened his eyes a bit.

Yan Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, “Are you afraid of me?”

He didn’t think he’d done anything that would scare Meng Ting. In fact, in their whole family, the person who knew the least about being afraid was Meng Ting himself. Yan Sui hadn’t even called him “Dad” yet, but the first time Meng Ting met him and He Yue, he had already called him “Dad”—and continued to do so very naturally afterward.

Meng Ting pondered for a moment, then shook his head, “I’m not afraid… I just feel like you don’t seem to like me and Yan Sui very much.”

As Meng Ting spoke, he didn’t intend to force the issue.

“But it doesn’t matter. Yan Sui has has me to love him, so you can focus on loving Dad He.”

Meng Ting wasn’t sure how much love he could give Yan Sui, but he would give as much as he had. Perhaps it still wouldn’t make up for the regrets Yan Sui had in the past, but in all the days to come, Yan Sui would have his love and affection.

Yan Yu remained silent for a while before he finally spoke softly, “It’s not that I don’t like you…”

With Meng Ting’s personality, it wasn’t just He Yue who adored him; even Yan Yu found him quite likable. As for Yan Sui… he didn’t dislike him either. When the incident happened years ago, he had been angry, but deep down, he knew Yan Sui was innocent.

The reason he hadn’t returned wasn’t just because He Yue’s leg needed treatment or because he had misunderstandings with his parents. It was also because he didn’t know how to face this child, how to face Yan Sui.

He was Yan Sui’s biological father, and He Wan was Yan Sui’s biological mother, but he and He Wan were like fire and water, completely incompatible.

When he and He Yue returned, how could Yan Sui choose sides? Between a biological father who was a complete stranger and a biological mother he had lived with for decades?

Yan Yu hadn’t expected Yan Sui to grow up to be so steady and mature, but it was the best possible outcome.

Yan Sui could distinguish right from wrong and chose to stand by his side, preventing them from becoming enemies as father and son.

He couldn’t say he had much affection for Yan Sui, but he didn’t dislike him either. To put it more precisely, he was somewhat grateful to him. Yan Sui had indeed been a great help in finding Gu Li and in uncovering the truth of what happened back then.

But for Meng Ting, not disliking was equivalent to liking. He carefully looked at Yan Yu and then translated it for him.

“So that means you like me and Yan Sui. You should tell us directly, otherwise it’s really hard to tell.”

He felt that not only had he not noticed, but Yan Sui hadn’t either. He wasn’t naturally good at reading people, but if Yan Sui was the same, then it was Yan Yu’s own problem—he hid it too deeply, and that wasn’t good.

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無關緊要 (wú guān jǐn yào): unimportant; inconsequential; insignificant; not important and will not affect the overall situation.

鬥志昂揚 (dòu zhì áng yáng): to have high morale; to be full of fight; to be militant; having high fighting spirit; be full of fighting spirit; to have a strong will to fight.

狂風暴雨 (kuáng fēng bào yǔ): lit. howling wind and violent rain; furious storm; violent storm; (figurative) difficult circumstance; volatile situation; a gale face storm; a dangerous situation; refers to strong wind and heavy rain. It also refers to a fierce momentum or a dangerous situation.

水火不容 (shuǐ huǒ bù róng): lit. to be incompatible as fire and water; (of two people, groups or things) to be utterly opposed and incompatible; completely incompatible; water and fire are two opposite things and cannot tolerate each other. It is a metaphor for the two being opposite and cannot tolerate each other.

明辨是非 (míng biàn shì fēi): to know right from wrong; to distinguish between right and wrong; make a clear distinction between right and wrong; distinguish right from wrong; distinguish between truth and falsehood; be clear about what is right and wrong; to distinguish right from wrong, correct from incorrect.
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