Chapter 24 - "I should like it."

"Hehe, nothing…"

Gu Lang scratched his head. His eyes and tone were 'unsteady' for a while before he could continue saying, "That… Everyone suggested that you bring Little Sister-in-Law out so that we can get to know him."

Yan Sui was silent for a long time and did not answer him. Gu Lang racked his head when he suddenly realized something. That's right, how long has it been since Yan Sui and Meng Ting got to know each other? They haven't reached that point yet. Now isn't the time. For Yan Sui, between bringing that person to see them and taking that same person to see He Wan, the former was rarer and more meaningful than the latter.

"He's been sick for the last few days and hasn't completely recovered yet. How about the day after tomorrow?"

Gu Lang took a deep breath and suddenly swallowed the excuse—that he came up with for Yan Sui—with difficulty back to his stomach, "Okay."

Anyhow, the length of time they had to wait for them to get acquainted with Meng Ting was not a problem. It was a fact that Yan Sui really likes this person.

This was the first time that Yan Sui liked someone like this. Gu Lang was deeply moved, at the same time, he also had worries in his heart. Although Yan Sui was ordinarily strong and capable, once he used his heart, there would be a possibility for him getting hurt.

Was it not that the colder the person was, the purer and more passionate they were. This Meng Ting best not let Yan Sui's feelings down, otherwise, their brothers would not let him off easily.

"I'll take care of it. I'll call you back once everything has been arranged."

"Okay," Yan Sui answered. Gu Lang definitely had rich experience in organizing parties and he knew Yan Sui's habits, so it was okay to let him arrange it.

After he hung up the call, Yan Sui rubbed his eyebrows and glanced at Meng Ting's photo on his phone. He could not help but gently smile.

Golden sunshine, green grass, a handsome young man in a white shirt, and a very ugly kitten—no one had intended to smile—but those two pairs of eyes expressed everything with just one look. They were simply lovely and beautiful.

The smile on Yan Sui's face quickly withdrew, but it could not be denied that because of Meng Ting's picture, his mood improved.

About half an hour later, he opened his Moments again. Several friends and classmates, who had been secretly checking on their screens for eternity, were surprised by him. If they had a little bit more courage, they would have probably called and ask him like Gu Lang did. They really doubted whether the person who posted in the Moments was really Yan Sui or not.

As soon as the news about Gu Lang wanting to host a party spread, several people who lived abroad said that they would book airline tickets to go back, not to mention the rest of the people in Haicheng. Thanks to Meng Ting's good fortune, this party might become the most important party after they became adults.

Around half past five in the afternoon, Meng Ting led Rhubarb and went to the big iron gate as he carried Furball in his arms. He was going to wait for Yan Sui, but before he reached the iron gate, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He took out his phone and looked at it, and the excitement on his face dissipated. He hesitated for a moment before he answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Little Seventh, you're sick and you're not in the old house. Where did you run off to?!"

Meng Qi definitely knew the answer, yet he deliberately asked. When he rushed back to the old house and did not find Meng Ting, it was still all right. However, when he found out what happened after he left that day from Uncle Wen, the irresolute pain from knowing that the person that he treasured was taken away by another was very obvious that he spoke in a rush.

He was angry for some time but then he made this call.

Meng Ting sat down in a stone pier near the iron gate and took Rhubarb into his arms before he answered Meng Qi.

"I've got married, didn't you know?"

That night, when Old Master Meng talked about him getting married to Yan Sui, he remembered that Meng Qi was also there, and it was Meng Qi who told him that Su Siyu confessed to Yan Sui. Meng Qi already knew all along that he was going to marry Yan Sui.

Meng Qi was speechless for a while. He really wanted to grasp Meng Ting and shake him up, "Little Seventh! You guys aren't married yet!"

Today was the first of July. There were still five days left before he would marry Yan Sui, so this was just Meng Ting being too impatient to leave the house.

Meng Ting continued rubbing Rhubarb's head and explained what he considered as the facts with a flat tone, "I married Yan Sui and got the certificate yesterday."

From Meng Ting's point of view, two marriage certificates could definitely give him more sense of security than a luxurious wedding ceremony. Originally, he was just complying with the marriage, but after he knew Yan Sui, he did not think like that anymore. Of course, there was no need for him to tell Meng Qi about it.

Meng Qi really did not expect Yan Sui to act so fast. He already took the person away and even took him to get a marriage certificate.

Meng Qi's words rolled back in his mouth before he reluctantly changed the topic, "Do you feel better?"

"Yes, better." Meng Ting answered. He somehow caught glimpse of a slightly familiar car appearing at the end of the road. His eyes lit up, then he immediately stood up.

"I asked you to call me. Why didn't you call me?"

If Meng Ting called him, he would never let Yan Sui take the man away so easily. The easier a man obtains something, the lesser he would cherish them. This was a common problem amongst men. Meng Qi did not want a member of his family to be considered cheap by others just because Meng Ting was too spontaneous.

He also could not understand the reason why Old Master Meng allowed Yan Sui to take the man so easily.

Meng Ting uttered the truth, "I don't want to call you."

Meng Ting did not delete Meng Qi's phone from his mobile phone. Even if it was hard to obtain, Meng Ting wanted himself to take the initiative in giving Meng Qi a call. However, it was unlikely for him to do that now or even in the future.

Meng Qi did not do anything wrong to him; however, Meng Ting did not like the Mengs and he also wanted to stay away from them. This was his own subjective wish that he unconsciously forced on himself.

Meng Qi was very disappointed by Meng Ting's words. When he was about to ask something, Meng Ting added, "Can I hang up now?"

Yan Sui's car already stopped and he was about to get out of the car. Meng Ting did not want to chat with Meng Qi. He wanted to chat with Yan Sui.

"No, you can't!" Meng Qi was so angry with Meng Ting's words that the blue veins on his forehead came out.

He wanted to go over all of the good things he had done for Meng Ting but when he was carefully thinking about it, besides giving Meng Ting medicine and saying a few words to him, it seemed that he had done nothing else. It should be said that Meng Qi had no chance to do anything. If not, with Meng Ting's slow-wittedness and naivety, how could he fail to win this man? Yes, he just missed the right opportunity.

"I'm your big brother. It was me who took you out to meet Yan Sui that evening, and I also gave you medicine!"

The more Meng Qi spoke, the more he felt guilty. However, if Meng Ting dared to hang up his call, he would definitely burst out with rage.

The reason was quite sufficient. Meng Ting was thinking about hanging up, but he still did not hang up. On the other hand, Yan Sui was already in front of him.

Yan Sui saw Meng Ting was holding his phone for a long time without saying a word, so he also did not speak. He just stood two steps away from Meng Ting and waited for him to finish the phone call.

When Meng Ting saw Yan Sui was coming closer, the smile on his face gradually bloomed. Although Meng Qi was still talking endlessly on the phone, the sound of him speaking became far away from Meng Ting. Meng Ting took two steps forward. He stood on his tiptoes, then he leaned forward to Yan Sui.

He still held Furball in his arms and barely left some space without pressing on the kitten, which also made Meng Ting's posture look too strange when he pounced on Yan Sui. If Yan Sui did not immediately reach out to hold him, Meng Ting would have probably leaned on toward an empty space.

"Oh." He responded to Meng Qi, but his eyes were fixed on Yan Sui. He seemed to want to explain something, but he could not say anything while on the phone. He could only look at the man and try to see if Yan Sui understood him.

Yan Sui had no choice but to embrace him. He let Meng Ting continue leaning on his bosom while talking on the phone.

On the other hand, Meng Qi could not understand what Meng Ting was saying. The way Meng Ting talked to Meng Qi on the phone had completely changed. However, with Meng Ting's faint 'Oh,' Meng Qi still felt some joy, which eased up his mood for a bit. He thought Meng Ting was finally moved by him.

"… and if Yan Sui isn't good to you, I can still support you."

"Anyway, you can't hang up!" Meng Qi talked too much. He had not spoken so reasonably to anyone for a long time and after he finished his words, he instinctively threatened, "Dare to try hanging up on me?"

Meng Ting took the phone away from his ear and looked at it a few times. With a stroke of his hand, he tried to hang up, and then he really did hang up the call.

"It's actually fine with me."

He muttered as he put his phone down. Under the light of the setting sun, Yan Sui, who could not understand what Meng Ting said, slightly raised the tip of his eyebrows. Meng Ting slowly drew near Yan Sui, then he softly called him, "Yan Sui."

His eyes were bright and his desire to show his joy was completely written all over his face, "You're back."

"Yes," Yan Sui softly replied. He raised his hand and rubbed Meng Ting's head, "I'm back."

"What are you doing at the gate?" Actually, he could easily guess it, but he still wanted to ask and listen to Meng Ting say it.

Meng Ting's smile did not disappear on his face. He continued looking up to the man and earnestly said, "I brought Rhubarb and Furball to wait for you."

"Hmm," Yan Sui responded. His face eased up, then he took Meng Ting into his arms and walked over to the house.

"It's windy here. Wait in the living room moving forward. When I get back, I'll just come in."

Meng Ting turned to the side, then he poked his head out to feel the wind. However, in all honesty, he did not feel that it was windy during this summer.

"Then, can I just wear more clothes when I wait for you later on?" He wanted to refute Yan Sui's decision. Meng Ting felt a bit listless. He squeezed Yan Sui's arm, "I… No, it's us. We all want to see you earlier."

This argument was really hard to refute. Yan Sui unconsciously tightened his hug a little. He bowed and gently pressed his lips on Meng Ting's forehead.

"Okay, but if you get sick again because it's windy, you won't be allowed to do it anymore."

Meng Ting stopped walking and quickly pulled Yan Sui by his neck with one hand, then he pecked gently on Yan Sui's cheek. The 'chu' sounded sharp and clear, drawing an itchy feeling in the man's heart.

After the peck, Meng Ting looked around, "Only Rhubarb and Furball is here. No one saw it."

Yan Sui gently smiled and did not speak again. He pulled Meng Ting and continued walking into the house. First, they sent Rhubarb and Furball back to their kennel and cat house, then Meng Ting accompanied him upstairs to change clothes.

As soon as the door of the room was closed, Meng Ting could not continue walking in. He was pressed against the door by Yan Sui. Yan Sui caressed Meng Ting's cheek. He unconsciously caressed Meng Ting's lips with his thumb. His gaze was strange and had some aggressiveness that one could not ignore.

Meng Ting looked up to Yan Sui. With his sensitivity to danger, he felt that something was wrong with Yan Sui. However, he was still confused. He thought that Yan Sui would not hurt him, though it conflicted with his convictions, so this made him confused.

"What are we going to do here?" Meng Ting put his hands against Yan Sui's chest and suspiciously asked.

Yan Sui still did not reply. He used his actions to answer Meng Ting's question. He slowly bowed down and bit Meng Ting's lip, then he used his other hand to hold Meng Ting by his waist. While Meng Ting was stunned, he pushed his tongue into Meng Ting's mouth, then intertwined it with his as their tongues danced.

Meng Ting's eyelashes unconsciously quivered for a bit and after some time, he slowly closed his eyes, trying hard to ignore the dangerous atmosphere that Yan Sui did not intentionally exude, and indulged in this warm and intoxicating kiss.

Meng Ting was very true to his own body's senses. His arms unconsciously wrapped around Yan Sui's neck and his chin was slightly raised, allowing the two of them to kiss with ease. This kiss had never been deepened, but all of his senses were already plundered, then it was followed by a burst of tingling from the top of his head to the tip of his toes.

"Mmn…ngh…"

After a long time, Meng Ting slightly opened his eyes, and they were a little reddish. The kiss had already aroused him.

He leaned on Yan Sui and gently moved closer to his body. He had lived until twenty-eight years in his previous life, so it was natural for Meng Ting to be familiar with this reaction. It was just that he had little interest in this matter. Even for self-relief, he had only done it once in a long while. It was even harder for him to understand how two men should do it.

"How.... How do we do it?" He asked Yan Sui. He thought that even if he did not understand, Yan Sui would certainly understand.

Yan Sui stretched out his hand and pulled Meng Ting into his arms. He hesitated for a while before he bent over and carried Meng Ting up in bridal style, then he walked over to the bed, while Meng Ting remained obedient in his embrace.

Of course, at the moment, Yan Sui was not the type who wipes clean after eating, especially when Meng Ting's response was so unripe and uncertain. Moreover, he had not prepared anything either. If Meng Ting was injured in bed because of this kind of thing, then he was absolutely disgraceful.

In the end, Yan Sui used his hand to help Meng Ting resolve the problem, then he went to the bathroom to wash himself up by having a thoroughly cold shower.

Meng Ting's kiss on his cheek at the courtyard earlier was just a fuse. It all started when he took Meng Ting out yesterday. It made him understand one fact — those points in Meng Ting that could attract him also could fascinate others. These changed people to soon find out how good Meng Ting was and it also had nothing to do with him. This was a fact that secretly made him rather irritated.

Those people's gazes, Zhen Han touching his head, and Meng Qi's phone call just now… these things kept on running around Yan Sui's mind, making him lose his self-control. No, loss of self-control was too vague; to be more precise, Yan Sui was jealous.

Starting from last night's deed in his Moments, up until today's kiss, as well as his deed of helping Meng Ting relieve himself, Yan Sui just tried his best to imprint on Meng Ting with a mark that only belonged to himself.

He was not such a man. Before meeting Meng Ting, Yan Sui was definitely not such a man.

While taking the cold shower, Yan Sui analyzed himself from beginning to end. In the end, he still reflected that he was too anxious.

He dried his hair and came out of the bathroom. Meng Ting was still lying on the bed, wearing the clothes that Yan Sui gave him earlier. However, Meng Ting's cheeks were blushing and his eyes were also flushed, as if he had been taken advantage of. Yan Sui's Adam's apple rolled again. He felt that he had to go back to take another cold shower.

Meng Ting hugged his pillow. He looked at Yan Sui, then he immediately looked away. After that, his cheeks turned a little redder. He never thought that there was something that could make him feel this strongly—but Yan Sui's kiss—his hand aroused Meng Ting's sense of shame after two of his lifetimes.

He rolled around, pulled the quilt over and wrapped himself up.

Soon afterward, one corner of the bed sunk. With the familiar scent and gesture, he caught Meng Ting in his arms.

"Meng Ting…" Yan Sui hugged him as he gently sighed. There was a little more reproach for himself in Yan Sui's tone. "Just now, I was bad. I'm a bastard. Are you… angry?"

"No," Meng Ting immediately pulled the quilt down for a bit. He took a glance at Yan Sui and he stretched out his hands, then he wrapped them around Yan Sui's neck. Yan Sui took this opportunity turning Meng Ting over to have him lie on his own body.

"You're not bad and I'm not angry either," Meng Ting's cheeks were still very hot. He slowly drew near Yan Sui's neck that had been washed by cold water, then he continued saying, "I… I'm shy." Meng Ting continued to stutter, "You helped me. I was very flustered… I, I even got to…on your hand." His cheeks became a little warmer, then he laid his long legs crosswise and directly crossed over Yan Sui's body to straddle on him. After that, he continued burying his face on Yan Sui's neck and hugged the man. With his face blushing, he said, "I must have like it."

Yan Sui once again reflected on himself. He should say that he had no self-control when it comes to Meng Ting. The bottom line was that, he and Meng Ting could not do it for the time being; at least until Meng Ting's birthday next year. Originally, he thought that it was not difficult to do; but now, how long would he be able to hold himself? He felt it would be a little difficult.

Yan Sui held the boy and with a bit of strength, he took Meng Ting into his embrace. They stayed in this position and did not speak for a long time. Meng Ting needed some time to subside his shyness and Yan Sui also needed some time to restrain his searing mind.

Meng Ting's shyness lasted until they had finished their meal downstairs, but it did not dissipate completely. He still glued to Yan Sui and he still could not help but gaze at the man. However, as long as Yan Sui's eyes met his, his cheeks would immediately blush.

"You're going to the study, right? I'll watch TV with Rhubarb and Furball in the living room."

Meng Ting, who was reluctant to part with Yan Sui, glanced at him. He then picked Furball up from off the sofa and placed the kitten in his arms.

Yan Sui ruffled Meng Ting's hair and hesitated for a moment, but he still went upstairs. He had taken only two steps when he heard Meng Ting's voice again, but the boy was not talking to him.

"Hello."

In Meng Ting's phone, apart from Yan Sui's phone number, it seemed that there was only Meng Qi and Zhen Han's phone numbers. However, at this moment, the person who called him over was most likely Meng Qi.

"What have you been doing? I've called you so many times, but you didn't answer any of them!"

Earlier, when Meng Ting hung up his phone call, Meng Qi was furious. He waited until he calmed down and made two consecutive phone calls, but no one answered. It was then dinner time at the old house, so after dinner, he went to his room and immediately called Meng Ting.

"I won't tell you." replied Meng Ting. The heat that was not easy to dissipate earlier, climbed back up to his cheeks.

His phone had been kept in the pocket of his clothes the whole time, of course, he knew that the vibration meant someone was calling him. However, at that time, he and Yan Sui were flustered so he did not bother to look at it.

Besides, he really did not feel that Meng Qi had been calling him to talk about anything important.

"You…��� Meng Qi noticed that Meng Ting's skill to annoy people gradually grew across the phone. How long has it been since he became so angry over the phone?

"I…" Before Meng Qi could say anything to Meng Ting, Meng Ting's hand that was holding the phone was covered, then his phone was taken away by Yan Sui.

"Why are you looking for Meng Ting?"

"I also don't know why he's looking for me." Meng Qi had not answered yet, but Meng Ting already replied to Yan Sui as he stretched his hand out and wrapped it around Yan Sui's arm. He pulled Yan Sui to sit on the sofa in the living room, then he rested his chin on Yan's shoulder while listening to what Meng Qi was going to say.

There was silence for a moment, then Meng Qi started talking again, but his tone was not as fierce as before.

"Tomorrow evening is Third Aunt's birthday, which is Little Seventh's godmother's birthday. I just called to remind him."

When he made both of his phone calls and did not go straight to the point, he was annoyed half to death by Meng Ting; but now, he was taken aback by Yan Sui's cold tone.

"Third Uncle's wife, she… anyway, you'd better go together if you have time."

Although Meng Ting was considered part of the main family, he was still Meng Yide's son after all, and Han Xuejun was also his godmother. He could not be absent from this birthday party; however, up until now, there was no news about Meng Ting from his family's side. It was clear that they did not inform Meng Ting about it. Unknowingly, they considered Meng Ting so unfilial by relying on Yan Sui.

Right now, it was regarded that Meng Ting has not established his reputation yet in Haicheng's noble circle. If such a reputation spreads out, it would pile errors on top of errors and would definitely become a problem for him.

On the other hand, Han Xuejun, this person… Even Meng Qi also did not quite understand why he made this phone call. It was purely because he was afraid that Meng Ting would be at a disadvantage because of Han Xuejun. Meng Qi was absolutely calling Meng Ting with his best intentions. Unfortunately, Meng Ting was unable to tell good from bad. Only with a few words, he choked Meng Qi to death. Now that he thought about it, it was still very annoying.

"I'll go together with him. Thank you."

Yan Sui's tone did not change, but at least he did not misunderstand Meng Qi.

Since Yan Sui had said this, Meng Qi also could not find another topic to continue the conversation. It was mainly because he just wanted to talk to Meng Ting in person, instead of this Yan Sui, who was obviously better than him in all aspects.

Just when he was coming up with something to say and intended to hang up the call, he heard Meng Ting's voice.

"Meng Qi, thank you."

Meng Ting was listening on the side, and from what he had known in his previous life, it was enough to make him understand what Meng Qi meant.

Meng Qi sighed in relief, but when he was about to speak. There was already another sound of 'beep beep beep' that he heard. Certainly, after that, he felt that he was choked; but this time, he did not have any excuses to call Meng Ting again.

There was no doubt that the one who disconnected the call was Yan Sui. He was nevertheless a little bit annoyed when Meng Ting spoke with such a gentle tone to others, apart from him.

Yan Sui put down the phone. Meng Ting's head moved in again. He moved his hand that was holding Furball away and at the same time, he seized Yan Sui's hand. Although he had not yet arrived at tomorrow evening's banquet, he began to feel somewhat depressed.

Yan Sui glanced at Meng Ting and moved his hand to Meng Ting's lower back. He gently asked Meng Ting to put Furball on his lap and wrapped Meng Ting in his arms, "Meng Ting, tell me what's wrong?"

Yan Sui's warm and solid embrace, his deep and gentle tone, dispersed Meng Ting's complex emotions a little. He continued leaning on the man and he only opened his mouth after a long time: "They're considered as my family, but I don't feel like they are. I have no family."

Three days after his birth, he was abandoned by his biological mother. His grandmother took him away from the orphanage when he was seven years old. Still, he did not have a good life. For three years in high school, four years in university, five years at the base research institute… he had always been separated from this so-called 'family.'

Meng Ting's tone was not sad. He had accepted this fact quite a long time ago.

"I feel that they don't like me and don't want me, but why do they always look for me?" Did they want to control his life all the time?

When he really needed his family, they never showed up; but whenever he seemed to fight for a little space for himself, they always came, pulling him by his hind legs.

"I… I'm so useless."

He became a useless person and got married, yet the Mengs seemed to have no plans of letting him go.

"Yan Sui," Meng Ting called out while looking at him. Yan Sui's expression remained unchanged, but Meng Ting's tone became sad, "What's to be done if I got you into trouble?"

If it was only him, at most, the outcome would be the same as his previous life; but now, he also got Yan Sui involved. Yan Sui was so good to him. What would he do if he got Yan Sui into trouble? What would he do if he disturbed Yan Sui's life?

He was too selfish and just thought about making a run for himself, but he did not realize that he was troublesome, a problem that could implicate others.

Meng Ting's words were brief, yet the amount of information was very large. Yan Sui still had not yet looked into this matter to get it cleared up for a while. He had more important things to say and do as of the moment.

"No, you won't get me into trouble."

Yan Sui ensured genuinely, then another peck landed on Meng Ting's forehead.

"You have to believe in me."

He believed that he and his family were strong enough. Others would not dare saying anything. Meng Ting was absolutely safe.