Beloved Marriage in High Society Chapter 40 Part3

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: Let4

Proofreader: KainGuru

Yan Sui did not take the flowers; instead, he embraced the boy along with the flowers, then he bowed slightly and kissed Meng Ting. It was filled with tenderness and the fragrance of the flowers was intoxicating. At this time, there was only a little tint of light red left on the horizon, and by the time their kiss had ended, the sky had completely turned dark.

“It's very fragrant,” Yan Sui whispered as he looked at Meng Ting. He was given a bouquet of fragrant flowers by Meng Ting, but Meng Ting, who was saturated with the fragrance of the flowers, was more fragrant.

Meng Ting pursed his lips and nodded. "It's good that you like it.”

He then thought for a bit and added, "In the next few days, I'll pick them for you.”

Both Meng Ting and Yan Sui did not notice the value of this bouquet of white roses. The perfume that Meng Ting created in his last life was said to be even worth more than a kilogram of gold. Although the process of making it well-known would inevitably lead to some hype, people who have used it would acknowledge this price.

Yan Sui came back with a bouquet in one hand and Meng Ting in the other. The people in the manor were almost all over the place, but they did not see any curious gazes. Besides, F Country was more lenient when it came to two men falling in love with each other than their home country. It did not matter whether it was two men, a man and a woman, or even two women; but what really matters was the mutual attraction of the two hearts and the nature of the love.

It was now one or two in the morning back at home. After walking around once, they had not yet arrived upstairs when Meng Ting had already yawned a few times. Yan Sui held him by his shoulders. "Head inside and take a shower first. If you're sleepy, then go to sleep."

Meng Ting nodded then asked, "What about you?"

"I'll be in the room tidying up our stuff."

"Okay." Meng Ting nodded. He only needed to be certain that Yan Sui would be in a place where he could find him.

Meng Ting sat on the floor and took some clothes. When he remembered something, he looked sideways. Yan Sui was making their bed. When he was done, he began to unpack the other suitcase. Since they were away on vacation, it was natural that these things should be done by themselves.

However, Meng Ting was a little guilty when he was squatting. He did not help this morning and now, he was still letting Yan Sui do those things by himself. That was not very nice.

Yan Sui turned and met Meng Ting's gaze. “Too sleepy? Want me to help you wash up?"

Meng Ting shook his head. "No, I didn't even help you with anything."

He picked up his clothes and went to the bathroom door, but then looked back at Yan Sui. All of a sudden, a few scenes flashed in his mind. When he got drunk before, he hugged and kissed the man. After which, the scene wherein Yan Sui was giving him a bath also flashed back in his mind.

“What's the matter?” Yan Sui was sticking the white roses that Meng Ting gave him into a vase. He glanced over, only to find that Meng Ting had suddenly returned. “Forgot something?”

Meng Ting shook his head. He grasped Yan Sui's shoulder with one hand, lapped on his lips, then he turned around, and after that, he took three steps back and ran to the bathroom in just two steps.

Yan Sui touched his lips, smiled gently, then he bowed his head down and arranged the flowers. He leaned slightly and smelled it again. Downstairs, the smell of various flowers and plants mixed in so that he did not sense it. When he returned to the room, he found that the bouquet smelled really good. The fragrance was not annoying and it made him feel awfully comfortable.

Usually, it was seldom for Yan Sui to tidy up things like this apart from the desk in his study, but it was not difficult to do. After he was done, he sat on the sofa and opened his phone. There was a new text message.

After reading it, he hesitated a little and took out the laptop. The screen scrolled slowly. He was reading a very long email.

The preliminary investigation of Meng Ting's experience at the orphanage was already available. His face was slightly grave. When the bathroom door opened, he slowly closed the laptop and put it aside. He got up and took the towel that Meng Ting was drying his hair with.

"I couldn't find the hairdryer inside," Meng Ting mumbled as he was drying his hair.

His biological clock was very accurate. He was now incredibly sleepy. He sat on the bed, wrapped his hands around Yan Sui's waist, and leaned into his embrace.

Yan Sui dried his hair with some caution. He was afraid that using too much strength would make Meng Ting uncomfortable. His face was serious, but his movements were incomparably gentle. Meng Ting, who was already drowsy, became even sleepier under this gentle rubbing.

"Yan Sui, you're too good to me."

Yan Sui helped him take a bath, dry his hair, and even did housework that Meng Ting had never done before. He was moved, but at the same time, he was worried that he did not deserve it.

"Treating you well is something that I should do. Have you forgotten what I said? I'm happy being good to you."

Yan Sui leaned over and kissed Meng Ting between the brows. His expression was serious, and yet tender. Certain words, once spoken, were not difficult to say again. Besides, everything he said was the truth and he also wanted Meng Ting to know these words.

Meng Ting gave a soft “Hmm” and closed his eyes completely. He was getting sleepier and sleepier and was on the verge of collapsing.

"Don't sleep yet. I'll go and look for a hairdryer."

"Hmn," Meng Ting replied once again with his eyes closed.

Yan Sui was trying to call Uncle Li while searching, but before the phone was picked up, he managed to find it in the bathroom.

When the person on other side of the line finally picked up the phone, Yan Sui said, "It's nothing," and hurriedly hung up. When he came back, the boy, who had promised him to stay awake, still had a towel wrapped around him and was already sleeping soundly on the pillow.

Even the "hoo hoo" sound of the hairdryer could not wake him up. Yan Sui weaved his hand through Meng Ting's soft hair, and not a trace of impatience could be seen.

What Meng Ting had not learned, he would learn it. Between the two of them, only one person knowing was enough.

If Yan Sui thinks this way, then he would do things accordingly.

He put the towel and hairdryer aside, picked up the boy, adjusted his posture, and finally covering him with a quilt. He looked at him for a while, then leaned over, and kissed him on the forehead. "It's a good thing you're not related to the Mengs."

The results of the preliminary investigation did not include finding the real family of Meng Ting, but it included some things that were important to him and to Meng Ting.

That orphanage did not operate legally. Moreover, it was even involved in some child trafficking transactions. Many families, who did not meet the requirements of adopting children, could adopt children here after paying some money.

There were business deals between the orphanage and the traffickers. They provided the children and the orphanage would profit through the illegal adoption profiteering.

Yu Meixuan did give birth to a boy and she had, indeed, left him in this very orphanage. However, that child was even weaker than Meng Ting and died prematurely two months later. Meng Ting came to the orphanage, a month before that child, but he came from the hands of the traffickers.

After raising him for more than half a year, they found that he had an intellectual problem. Basically, no one wanted to adopt this kind of child; hence, Meng Ting had stayed there for seven or eight years. That year, Li Yifei personally came to the orphanage. She should have known that her grandson had already died, yet she pointed at Meng Ting, claiming that he was her supposedly dead grandson. She even let Wu Fengjiao bring him back.

Perhaps, she felt that a child, who was not of her own blood, could not be trusted and so, she later on worked out a plan wherein she must hold information that she could use against Meng Ting as her room for maneuver.

Meng Ting, having the misfortune of being abducted, tragically fell into Li Yifei's schemes. If his inherent nature was any less, one must wonder how he would turn out today.

The real Meng Ting had died eighteen years ago. The current Meng Ting was abducted by traffickers. Who was his real family? The further into the past, the longer it would take to investigate. The truth might have been lost forever, but being able to cut ties with the Mengs—this discovery was still worth it.

Meng Ting's actual age should be roughly eighteen years or more. He was born in January, but the exact date was still unknown.

As for the orphanage and those traffickers, Yan Sui's men would continue to pursue them. He was only worried that once the name of those pulling the strings were exposed, it would cause a lot of trouble. Regardless, it still had to be done.

Even if it was not for Meng Ting, having encountered this, Yan Sui would not turn a blind eye. Laying their hands on children, these people deserved to suffer from the wrath of Heaven.

Yan Sui continued reading the email, took a shower in the bathroom, then went to bed, placing Meng Ting in his arms, and slept until dawn.

Meng Ting woke up at that same time. However, in F Country, it was still late at night. Yan Sui wrapped his arm around him and kissed him on the cheek. “Sleep with me for a while.”

“Okay,” Meng Ting said, kissing Yan Sui on the corner of his mouth. Then, he closed his eyes and continued sleeping.

When he slept again, they woke up at eight o'clock the next morning.

“I'm hungry, very hungry…” Meng Ting looked at Yan Sui and even wanted a bite of him. He pressed Yan Sui's hand on his little tummy to prove that he was indeed very hungry and not because he was unwilling to continue to sleep with Yan Sui.

“I'm hungry, very hungry…” Meng Ting looked at Yan Sui and even wanted a bite of him. He pressed Yan Sui's hand on his little tummy to prove that he was indeed very hungry and not because he was unwilling to continue to sleep with Yan Sui.

Yan Sui's hand on Meng Ting's tummy gently rubbed it. "How hungry?”

His voice was a little husky and also very arousing. Meng Ting felt a little itch in his ears.

“Extremely hungry.” He replied truthfully.

Yan Sui smiled and grabbed him to sit up. “Get up, let's have breakfast, then go for a walk in town.”

“Hmn,” Meng Ting responded. All of a sudden, he remembered something, so he pulled Yan Sui by his neck and kissed him on the lips. “Good morning.”

He was so hungry that he almost forgot their morning kiss.

And, the morning kiss that was originally made on the forehead, from this day on, became a kiss on the lips.

Yan Sui's eyes darkened a little, but he still released his hands to let Meng Ting run to the bathroom to wash up.

Originally, he was prepared to wait a year, but now that it was not necessary anymore, his frame of mind had become somewhat delicate.

In this village of F Country, there were not too many people. He led Meng Ting and took him to have a walk along a vintage road. He had done his homework quite well. Meng Ting's every question, he could answer. Of course, because Meng Ting really did not understand much, his questions were all very general.

“You're incredible. You know everything.” Meng Ting was never stingy with his praise for others, even more so when it comes to Yan Sui. His eyes were glistening, staring at Yan Sui and Yan Sui's heart had heated up. He could not even be bothered to say anything modest.

He ruffled Meng Ting's hair, and in a corner that no one could see, he pressed him against the wall and gave him a deep kiss. This kind of intimacy could be addictive—a self-induced addiction.