Chapter 22 - He has Yan Sui, he has a family.

Meng Ting's 'really nice' was not a catchphrase. He never said these words to anyone except for Yan Sui because he really thought that Yan Sui was good to him.

He was so slow-witted—it could even be said that he was worthless. However, even after Yan Sui found out about it, he was still willing to marry Meng Ting. Yan Sui was the one who took him out of the Meng's residence, was the first to hug him, the first to kiss him, and the first to take care of him when he was sick…

Meng Ting's way of thinking was too stiff, his words were too poor, and he could not think of any other words apart from 'really nice' to express his gratitude.

Yan Sui patted Meng Ting's back and stopped, then his hand slowly moved to Meng Ting's neck and finally to his cheeks.

Meng Ting and Yan Sui looked at each other. His excessively clear eyes made Yan Sui see all of his feelings in one glance.

Yan Sui slowly drew closer. He kissed Meng Ting's lips first, then he slowly moved up and kissed Meng Ting's eyebrows.

"Keep this in your mind. I'm good to you because this is what I'm supposed to do."

He spoke of these words simply because he was Meng Ting, and not because Meng Ting was his wife. This point was very clear to Yan Sui.

Being nice to someone and being responsible to someone were two different things. Meng Ting was different from him since the very beginning, but it was not too obvious, and he was really sure now.

Meng Ting's eyelashes slightly quivered and various emotions continued to ferment in his eyes. He looked at Yan Sui carefully, and after a long time, he solemnly nodded.

He had always been told that nothing was a must, but Yan Sui always told him that he must eat and sleep well so he should be good to Yan Sui as well.

He did not know who was wrong or right, and he did not need to know. Meng Ting only knew that he liked to talk to him like this—that he should treat his Yan Sui this way.

Of course, he thought that this 'should' be mutual, so he would be good to Yan Sui in the future as well, which was naturally the right thing to do.

"Yan Sui, it's really nice to marry you."

The corners of Meng Ting's mouth curled up, unconsciously revealing a smile that could bewilder people. While Yan Sui was in a daze, Meng Ting drew closer to him. With one push of his arms, Yan Sui was pushed back to the couch and with his legs, he skillfully restrained Yan Sui's instinctive response.

"Don't move," Meng Ting solemnly said and Yan Sui did not move.

Meng Ting managed to hold the man down and explained his actions, "We're not going to fight. I just want to kiss you."

Seeing that Yan Sui still did not resist, Meng Ting began to put away the seriousness on his face, and without hesitation, he sent his lips flying toward Yan Sui's.

Yan Sui might appear to be so cold, but his lips were not. They were very comfortably warm.

Meng Ting restrained the tension caused by the rapid beating of his heart. He clumsily and intently kissed Yan Sui. After twirling around between Yan Sui's lips, he sneaked in the tip of his tongue and tried to deepen their kiss. His kiss was somewhat like his character. From being blunt, it became passionate and unperturbed.

To ensure that Yan Sui would not reject it and to ensure that both of them liked each other's kiss, he commenced with his first ever overly-concentrated and entangled French kiss.

The honey-trap came out to be too sudden. Meng Ting's reaction was beyond his expectations. Yan Sui could not afford to resist being kissed like this and he was pressed on the couch. This was his first time, but since the one who kissed him was Meng Ting, he was pretty sure that he would be willing to do it several times.

Meng Ting's ardor had provoked a burst of light tremors in his heart and their hands that were clasped together continued to tighten. Finally, Meng Ting sat completely on Yan Sui's legs. With this up and down posture, they exchanged a warm and lingering kiss that could last forever.

After a long time, Yan Sui recovered his breath and could not help but to laugh out loud, then he lightly 'hissed.' The kiss that was led by Meng Ting was warm but somehow tragic because Yan Sui's lip was bitten.

"You…you're cut…" Meng Ting stared at the cut on Yan Sui's lip. He moved closer and blew it gently, "Hu…hu…does it hurt? I'm so clumsy. I've bitten you…" Apart from that, he did not even notice when he bit Yan Sui. He pushed the guilt and shame behind his mind, then continued to blow Yan Sui's lip.

Yan Sui looked at Meng Ting and he could not take away the smile on his face. He slightly shook his head. "It doesn't hurt," he said, then hugged Meng Ting. After a while, he whispered, "I'm very happy."

He could not help but want to happily smile because of this feeling.

The guilt in Meng Ting's heart dissipated a little. He thought about the kiss just now and blushed again as his heart raced. He was also willing to gain more experience, so he vowed, "I'll be more careful in the future."

Yan Sui's lips curled up and then he whispered, "Okay." Meng Ting took the initiative to present him an enticing kiss and Yan Sui was unable to refuse it.

This kiss alone had dispersed the haze brought about by Meng Ting's poor sleep. It also made Yan Sui's mood this afternoon even better. His efficiency in dealing with things was remarkably very high. In the office, when a group of people came in, that group walked away in a moment. Wang Feng brought in quite a lot of documents and as well as took out quite a lot of them.

While on the other hand, Meng Ting had been sitting on the couch. He played a game for a while and ate some fruitcake, without affecting Yan Sui. He looked at Yan Sui and then he stroked their marriage certificate. It could be said that this whole day was perfect for Meng Ting.

Before five o'clock, Yan Sui turned off his computer and conveniently tidied up his desk all at once. He then got up and waited for Meng Ting on the side of the couch.

"It's almost time. Let's go home."

Meng Ting raised his eyes and looked at Yan Sui. He put the tablet on the table as he put his right hand on Yan Sui's palm. They were holding hands and both of them could not help but smile.

"Hm," Meng Ting answered and his eyes could not help but look at Yan Sui's lips.

As a matter of fact, it was not only him who could not help but look at the cut on Yan Sui's lip. That afternoon, it was unknown as to how many people were frightened by it and with incomparable astonishment, they deduced that it was because of Meng Ting. He was brave enough to seize Yan Sui's lips and even left a cut there. No one would be convinced if he said it was unintentional. This was clearly a displayed declaration of Meng Ting's sovereignty.

After Yan Sui answered Gu Lang's phone call, he asked Wang Feng to spread the word that the person he brought was Meng Ting, his wife, who already obtained their marriage certificate.

As for what kind of reaction the people who would hear the news would be, Yan Sui did not want to think about it. What they thought at the moment would not affect him and Meng Ting.

Yan Sui took Meng Ting and left the company building under numerous gazes who could not help but be curious. Since Yan Sui took over as the head of the Yans, this was the first time for him to get off work before six o'clock for no special reason. So, this was the rhythm of a workaholic man who became a married man.

Wang Feng did not follow them. Zhao Bing, who sat in the front seat, only drove the car seriously. After they got in the car, Meng Ting, who had not completely sat down yet, was pulled over by Yan Sui. He caressed Meng Ting's forehead and attentively looked at him for a moment, "Are you tired?"

Meng Ting slightly shook his head, "I'm not tired. You're the one who's tired. You must have worked very hard to take care of me."

The whole day, Meng Ting was able to witness Yan Sui's daily work. Yan Sui met all those people, handled all the business, made calls, answered calls, and looked at his computer. He really was a CEO who was never idle.

Yan Sui chuckled. How much money could he spend to support Meng Ting? However, when Meng Ting talked like this, his heart was still pleased no matter how much money he spent on Meng Ting, "It wasn't hard."

Meng Ting shook his slightly head. He looked into Yan Sui's eyes and said with a serious tone, "It's tough. I saw everything."

Yan Sui had firmly controlled the whole Yan clan at a young age. How could it be possible without some hard work? He felt that all of this hard work was something that should be done, but if he was to base it on how Meng Ting talked about it, it made it difficult for him to understand his own feelings for a moment.

Meng Ting was…feeling sorry for him. This feeling was very special and also felt very good.

"I'm really not good…I couldn't do anything but fight for you." Even if he had the skill to mix perfume from his previous life, it would still have no use being Yan Sui's wife. However, he did not want to give up this position, not only because he wanted to be married off, but also for Yan Sui.

Now, he wanted to marry him. No, he was already married to Yan Sui. It was wonderful.

Meng Ting's voice was toned down, and his expression was more serious than before, "But, I'll accompany you. As long as you want me, I'll always accompany you."

To stand by him, to share both honor or disgrace, these were Meng Ting's promise to Yan Sui. Although he was not sure whether Yan Sui needed them or not, he wholeheartedly gave them all to him.

Yan Sui earnestly looked at Meng Ting, with a little bit of fierceness and scrutiny in his eyes. It was rather terrifying. Meng Ting felt it, but he still looked face to face with Yan Sui. When he could not bear anymore, he started to get nervous and felt a sense of loss. Yan Sui raised his chin and gently kissed his lips, as if he was sealing his answer.

"All right."

Regardless of whether Meng Ting understood what he was saying in his own words or not, Yan Sui already took these words seriously, and there was no turning back.

"Hm," Meng Ting could not help but smile a little when his intention was accepted by Yan Sui. He sat up straight and patted his own shoulder. "You can lean on me, and I can lean on you, too."

Meng Ting was not as tall as Yan Sui, and of course, his shoulders were not as broad as Yan Sui's; however, he looked at Yan Sui with all sincerity. He was really not prepared to be rejected. Yan Sui was still hesitating but Meng Ting already put forth his hand and pushed Yan Sui's head on his shoulder.

"Take a rest for a while. When we get home, I'll tell you."

Meng Ting had decided to be good to Yan Sui. This was not just hot air, rather, it was out of his desire to study hard and put it into practice.

Without doubt, what made Yan Sui find it somewhat both funny and annoying was that Meng Ting occasionally revealed his overbearing enthusiasm which was extremely likable. For example, now, although Yan Sui felt awkward, he still chose to obey Meng Ting. It was all because of this likable overbearing part of Meng Ting.

He leaned on Meng Ting's shoulder and played with his fingers. He slowly smirked, and there was an unprecedented peace in Yan Sui's heart.

From the start, Yan Sui regarded Meng Ting as pleasing to the eyes because of his sincerity and frankness that were different from others. However, now that Yan Sui really liked Meng Ting more than yesterday, he even liked Meng Ting a bit more than he liked Meng Ting this morning.

Zhao Bing, the driver in the front seat, used his experience of driving for more than ten years to drive carefully so as not to affect the couple in the back seat.

Whether it was Meng Ting or Yan Sui, their affection for each other was really beyond expectations; however, it could not be denied that the atmosphere between them was very beautiful and this had made people envious of the beauty.

When the car stopped in front of the Yans' residence, Meng Ting carefully helped Yan Sui up. However, when he saw that Yan Sui still had his eyes closed, he hesitated for a moment, then he actually intended to directly carry Yan Sui in. Yan Sui felt his intention and slowly opened his eyes.

"If you're still tired, I can carry you back. I'm very strong."

On that day, he was restricted by Yan Sui within five steps. Part of the reason was that he did not eat enough and did not sleep well. Now that he was in good shape, carrying Yan Sui for a little while was not a problem.

Meng Ting thought about it then he added, "We're home so it's all right."

It would be embarrassing if Meng Ting would carry Yan Sui in front of outsiders; however, since they were home at the moment, it would not matter.

Yan Sui smiled and pulled Meng Ting into his arms, then he suddenly kissed Meng Ting's cheek. It was Meng Ting's reward for his painstaking efforts.

"Why do you want to carry me? I'm not sick. I don't need to be carried."

Meng Ting mulled over it, then he eventually nodded; however, he also felt some disappointment at the same time. It was difficult for him to find what he could do for Yan Sui.

Meng Ting's disappointment dissipated quickly as fast as it came. After Yan Sui led him out of the car, Meng Ting recovered his cheerfulness. From now on, they would be together every day. He was sure to find other nice things that he could do for Yan Sui.

Meng Ting also knew some sense of propriety. The good premise that Meng Ting had for Yan Sui was that he could not make any unnecessary trouble for him since Meng Ting was too slow-witted.

Meng Ting was an absolute genius in terms of mixing fragrances. Apart from this, he was also forced to practice his skills in fighting since childhood. In other respects, he was a little bit over mediocrity. Furthermore, his temperament was also affected. He was not as innocent as a child, yet he was not as thoughtful as an adult. He was acting more in line with his actual age.

His gloominess—his taciturnity was a camouflage for his shortcomings. It was only because of Yan Sui that he learned to open the door to his heart, leaving him exposed without any misgivings. In this process, if Yan Sui had even a tad bit of ill-intent or inappropriate motive toward Meng Ting, Meng Ting would certainly be afraid and re-enter his turtle shell.

Who would have thought that he and Yan Sui actually learned to get along without a hitch? Both men came hand in hand and they looked good together. It was like what Meng Ting had said so in the car this morning—he and Yan Sui really matched. They matched from their looks and even their auras were in accord.

He Wan could not see the things that everyone could see at a glance. She was standing by the old house's living room entrance, and as they drew near, the smile on her face gradually faded away.

To be precise, she had waited for Meng Ting for a whole day.

Early in the morning, she arrived at the Mengs' residence and learned from Feng Zejiao that Meng Ting was taken by Yan Sui to the old house yesterday. Because of that, she rushed to the old house and discovered that Yan Sui had taken that person to go out. Not long after, she got the news that Yan Sui had brought that person to the company.

After a whole day, Yan Sui brought that person back to the old house. They were holding hands and they even came back with a close affinity toward each other. Apparently, that foolish Meng Ting was already enchanted by the little tricks that her son used so that he was unable to tell which way was north.

However, this fact did not matter. Some people were born stupid. It's not like a few sweet words from Yan Sui could make him any smarter. On top of that, if foolish people would get mad, they would usually do stupid things and become a joke.

He Wan saw Yan Sui and Meng Ting from afar, and Yan Sui also saw her. The gentleness on Yan Sui's face gradually faded away, but he still held on to Meng Ting's hand and did not let go.

"You've come." He gently nodded to He Wan and then looked at Meng Ting, "This is my mother."

"This is Meng Ting."

He Wan smiled and said nothing. Meng Ting stood up straight and shouted, "Mom!"

He realized that he was too nervous so that his voice was a bit too loud, so Meng Ting toned it down, "Hello."

The difference in volume between Meng Ting's first and last statements was too big. He Wan could not figure out what was running in Meng Ting's mind. Meng Ting looked at her and wondered whether she was enthusiastic to see him or not.

"Okay, okay, let's come in." There was a stiff smile on her face, then it softened again. She leaned sideways and then, not only her tone softened, but the way she looked at Meng Ting also softened.

"Where did Sui'er take you to?"

Meng Ting did not answer immediately. He looked up to Yan Sui and after he saw Yan Sui gently nod, he then responded to He Wan.

"We got our marriage certificate."

Although Meng Ting said this, he did not take out the marriage certificate from his embrace. He noticed that there were some doubts in He Wan's eyes.

He Wan was smiling, yet it was a fake smile and she also gave a fake smile to her family member. She definitely did not like them. It was easy to comprehend that she did not like Meng Ting because he was not born to be likable, but why did she not like Yan Sui when he was so nice?

"Oh… Is that so?" He Wan immediately raised her tone. She was still smiling, yet her forced fake gentleness disappeared. She looked at Yan Sui. There was more anger than surprise in her eyes. She almost revealed a few things that she had been hiding—her true colors.

"In any case, the wedding date has already been decided, so the sooner the better," Yan Sui explained and did not want to speak more. He swept his gaze at Uncle Xiao who was in the corner of the living room and said, "Prepare the dinner in ten minutes."

"Yes," Uncle Xiao answered softly and turned to the kitchen.

Yan Sui withdrew his gaze and looked at He Wan, who was slightly at a loss, then said, "We'll go back to our room and change our clothes."

Meng Ting followed Yan Sui and nodded to He Wan, then Yan Sui led him upstairs back to their room.

He Wan followed them all the way with her blazing eyes until they closed the door to their room, and only then did she withdraw her gaze. After that, she sat on the sofa and bowed in silence.

After Meng Ting changed his clothes, he looked around their room and finally chose to put their marriage certificate on the bedside table. His reason behind this was very simple. He wanted to look at it from time to time and make sure that it was still there, or else he would not feel at ease if it was kept somewhere hidden.

Seeing Meng Ting's appearance when he heaved a sigh of relief, Yan Sui could not help but smile. He came over and ruffled Meng Ting's hair, then he whispered, "My relationship with her isn't that good so don't take it seriously."

Yan Sui's tone plainly stated the facts. Meng Ting contemplated for a moment, then he reached out and hugged Yan Sui's waist, "I won't take it seriously if you also don't mind it."

Meng Ting did not know He Wan so why would he care about how she viewed him? What he really cared about was that if someone would get hurt, it might be Yan Sui.

Yan Sui stopped ruffling Meng Ting's hair for a moment then he continued to ruffle it again. Meng Ting was very slow in some matters; however, when it comes to this kind of matter, he was very sharp. He knew about getting hurt more than anyone else.

Indeed, those who could really stab one's heart were often not strangers, but one's closest relatives.

There was some coldness in Yan Sui's eyes, "I already stopped minding a long time ago."

"Mm," Meng Ting answered then he looked up at Yan Sui again and nodded. He really agreed with the authenticity of Yan Sui's words, "Yes, let's not mind her."

Yan Sui's hand moved to his own lower back. He then held on to Meng Ting's hand and pulled him up to go downstairs.

There were some matters that Meng Ting did not care about; however, Yan Sui could not help but take notice of these. Although the results of his thorough investigation had not come out yet, Yan Sui understood that these could make Meng Ting so sensitive. How could these be normal? Some people did not care, but they could not forgive.

When they came downstairs, Uncle Xiao and Nanny Wang took the servants to set the dishes, and He Wan was seated at the dining table.

Meng Ting's gaze swept at the two but both Uncle Xiao and Nanny Wang lightly shook their heads. He thought for a while and finally understood what they meant.

It must be because eating together with Yan Sui's mother would be too awkward and they could not enjoy their meals, so they were not willing to eat with them. This was also okay.

Meng Ting noticed that this kind of awkwardness existed not only in Uncle Xiao and Nanny Wang, but it was also evident in Yan Sui. Of course, for Yan Sui, he would not call it as awkwardness. He would call it indifference. He was unconsciously indifferent.

However, what Meng Ting was most familiar with was the feeling of being hungry, so he hated to let Yan Sui starve because of this awkwardness.

After going to the dinner table, he did his best to eat, and also strived hard to give dishes to Yan Sui.

"You work so hard every day. You have to eat more."

"Mm," Yan Sui softly answered and then he ate all the dishes that Meng Ting had given him.

Meng Ting unconsciously glanced at He Wan, who was sitting on the opposite side. She was also looking at him so both of them were looking at each other. When He Wan thought that he was going to say something, Meng Ting bowed his head and ate his meal. He was obviously speeding up eating, making Yan Sui speed up eating as well.

He Wan's eyes were cold. Before their appetite were completely 'dampened' by her gaze, he and Yan Sui still tried to eat as much as possible.

To He Wan's surprise, Meng Ting quickly ate three bowls of rice and a great deal of dishes that Yan Sui gave him in between. Under his influence, Yan Sui also accompanied him by eating a bowl. It seemed that his appetite had gotten better than in the past.

Originally, Yan Sui would not have any appetite because of He Wan; however, having Meng Ting on his side, he unconsciously laid the greater part of his attention on Meng Ting. Any reactions and behaviors that Meng Ting would make were adorable in his eyes. Naturally, his good appetite also followed.

After they finished eating, He Wan still had half a bowl of rice remaining, but she did not want to eat it anymore.

Meng Ting hesitated for a while, but he still spoke, "How come you [1] have leftovers? This isn't good. You still have to finish it."

([1] Meng Ting used 您 or 'nin' when talking to He Wan, which is the honorific for 你 or 'ni.')

Being told like this by Meng Ting, He Wan, who already had no appetite, now lost her appetite even more. She pulled her chopsticks out of the bowl and placed them on the table. When she looked at Meng Ting, her mouth was smiling, but her eyes were colder than before.

"What are you talking about? This is the Yans' residence. I can't eat anymore. Having a bit of leftover isn't good enough?"

However, Meng Ting was not scared by He Wan. He pondered about it for a moment and his expression started to become serious.

"A lot of teachers say that it isn't good. Haven't they told you that?"

He Wan was dumbfounded and speechless. Meng Ting only gave her a tacit consent. He turned to Yan Sui and said, "Let's raise a puppy or a kitten in the house, so we don't have to worry about leftovers." The person who liked to leave leftovers was Yan Sui's mother. This was too difficult to handle and this matter could only be managed through this.

Yan Sui chuckled and said, ��Okay."

Meng Ting nodded. He actually remembered there used to be some cats and dogs in the university campus. He preferred to get along with these kittens and dogs than with other people. He also thought that the animals knew him better. Now, he also had Yan Sui.

"There's a pet shelter near our home. We can take a look later."

"Okay," Hearing that, Meng Ting's eyes became a little brighter. He used to want to raise a cat or a dog of his own, but at that time, he did not even have his own home, so how could he give them a home?

However, things now were different. He had Yan Sui. He had home.