Meng Ting looked at Uncle Wen's receding back. After that, he realized that his reaction was too much. He bowed his head and was about to withdraw from Yan Sui's embrace, only to find that he was still being pulled very tight into Yan Sui's arms.
"Why are you here?"
"Are you ill?"
Both of them spoke almost at the same time. Yan Sui did not wait for Meng Ting to answer. He firmly pulled him and walked toward Meng Ting's room. Meng Ting also obediently followed him. Originally, he did not feel that the matter of him being ill was important. With Yan Sui being so serious like this, he felt that he must have been doing something wrong.
"It was drizzling when I ran this morning. I'll be okay after a nap."
He actually woke up after sleeping nonstop. It was an extremely bad sleep. He simply could not achieve the result that he wanted from taking a rest. On the contrary, his condition became even worse, but Meng Ting was not aware of this. He still did not realize that he was not the same as he was when he was 17 or 18 years old in his previous life.
"Have you eaten?"
Yan Sui let Meng Ting sit on the sofa in front of the bed and frowned as he asked.
"Yes, I have. I've eaten all the food that you've sent." Even though he did not feel like eating, he still ate it all.
"Good," Yan Sui looked slightly relieved and he continued to ask, "Have you taken medicine?"
Meng Ting was silent this time. If it was Meng Qi who asked him this question, he would definitely not answer it, but the one who asked him was Yan Sui. He did not want to lie to him.
"I can't take medicine," Meng Ting's lowered eyes showed a little panic. He conveniently clutched on to Yan Sui's clothes and quietly taut it, "I can't help but take a lot…"
Yan Sui looked stunned and for a moment. His body also became really stiff, but it was only for a moment. Meng Ting did not notice it at all. He returned to normal and went on pulling Meng Ting by his waist with one hand while his other hand lifted his chin up.
"When did this happen?"
Yan Sui tried his best to control the tone of his voice, but when he said these words, it still sounded very cold and harsh.
However, Meng Ting really did not feel much about this coldness. He looked up and thought for a while before answering Yan Sui's question, "Eight years ago."
"Yan Sui, I don't have to take medicine. It's fine, really," he stretched up his body, and wrapped his hands around Yan Sui's shoulders. He buried his face beside Yan Sui's neck and his body appeared to be slightly trembling, but he did not notice it. "I'm already fine now, really."
The price was that he could no longer touch anything that looked like tablets. He could not stop himself from taking too much medicine. Talking about it was already a kind of torture for him.
There were too many problems in him, so many so that he even disliked himself.
How could he be so unlucky? If there was such a matter in the past, how could he still want to make change for the better when he was making it worse? His background had been downright bad since a long time ago.
Yan Sui hugged Meng Ting again. He hugged him very tightly. Eight years ago, Meng Ting was merely a ten-year-old child. It all happened in the olden days. He was only a child who did not know anything, let alone now… now that Meng Ting has grown up, what happened to him was perhaps much more serious than he had guessed.
The orphanage, the Mengs, and even his Grandma had to be looked into again.
"Why did you take medicine?" Yan Sui asked and stroked Meng Ting's back, so that it might make him feel a little bit better.
"If you don't want to say it, don't say it."
His degree of kindness to Meng Ting was already beyond his expectations.
Meng Ting continued embracing Yan Sui's shoulders. He buried his face on his neck and could not help but rub his face on the man. He then said, "There was a time when my health and Grandma's wasn't very good. We often got sick, so we have a lot of medicines at home…"
"I was always hungry. I thought I was sick, so I ate lots and lots of medicine…"
Meng Ting glanced at Yan Sui and saw that he did not show any disappointment. He quietly let out a sigh of relief. "Afterwards, I found that it was useless, so I didn't take medicine anymore."
"How long did you take it?" Yan Sui's expression became a bit colder. What did he mean with he was always very hungry…? Did Meng Ting starve until he took pills for his meal?!
Meng Ting was silent again for a while before answering his question, "I don't really remember… Later on, I really didn't take medicine anymore."
His eyes were swerving, and he was very restless, but the next moment, he hugged Yan Sui's neck even tighter, "You said you were going to consider me. I already trust you. You can't go back on your words."
Of course, even if he regretted it, he did not know what he could do. He could not beat him if he would beat him. Meng Ting did not seem to have the money to persuade people.
"Pack all your things. Starting today, you're staying with me."
He could not set his mind at rest leaving Meng Ting in the Meng's residence. Ten days from now, they would be living together so it would be fine if they would do it earlier.
Meng Ting could certainly understand such simple and clear order, but he did not immediately act according to what Yan Sui had said. He was stunned for a long time. His hands that were hugging Yan Sui, were slightly loosened. He raised his face and earnestly looked at Yan Sui. There was some joy and uncertainty in his eyes.
"Yan Sui, I seem to like you even more."
Hearing these words, Yan Sui's heart warmed up at once. However, he was still faintly unsatisfied with Meng Ting's 'seem.' Of course, it meant the same way as Meng Ting liking him very much but there was something like 'seem.' However, he kept this to himself and did not correct it.
Meng Ting nestled against Yan Sui's body for a long time before he got up and packed his things.
As a matter of fact, there was nothing to be packed. He was basically all alone in the Meng's residence. In these few days, he also did not have many clothes, no, he still had another thing that which Yan Sui had given him — the phone that already belonged to him.
Yan Sui saw that he only had some luggage and he did not ask anything. He walked over to him and lead Meng Ting by his hand. "Let's go."
Meng Ting was being led by his hand but the tension in his beating heart still did not disappear.
Could he really leave the Mengs? Would he leave the Mengs' residence soon? If this was a dream, it must be the most beautiful dream he had ever have.
Yan Sui tilted his head and looked at Meng Ting for a while, then he took off his overcoat and draped it over Meng Ting's shoulder, "Put it on. Don't get cold again."
Meng Ting nodded and obediently put it on.
Meng Ting was one meter seventy-six, but Yan Sui's height was one meter eighty-nine. Of course, this overcoat was a little bigger for Meng Ting, especially the sleeves. He could not find his hands in the sleeves.
Meng Ting deliberately rolled his sleeves at once to make his hands come out, and then he spontaneously held Yan Sui's hand again. He liked to be held by him, and he also liked to hold his hand.
Wang Feng, the secretary, had been talking things with Uncle Wen for a while in the living room. He actually already got Meng Ting's ID card and household registration book that has been sent in the morning. Incidentally, he also learned that there was a coffee shop and restaurant under Meng Ting's name.
Yan Sui looked at Meng Ting, who was by his side, "Sit here for a while. I'll go and talk to Grandpa Meng for a moment. I'll be back soon."
"Okay," Meng Ting obediently nodded his head. He knew that Yan Sui was going to talk about the matter of taking him to live in the Yans' residence.
In his heart, he really wanted to believe in Yan Sui, but he still had some doubts and worries that he could not control. He doubted Yan Sui's ability to take him away now, knowing that this was something he could not do for himself before he died in his previous life.
Meng Ting's face had a somewhat abnormal flush and his body was covered with Yan Sui's overcoat. They stayed in the room for a short time. Meng Ting's eyes were so eagerly looking at Yan Sui's figure from the back. At that moment, Uncle Wen and Wang Feng were both planning many things.
Wang Feng coughed and moved to Meng Ting's line of sight. His boss should not be so inhumane to the point of putting his hands on a minor.
Although his age in the ID card and household registration book has been changed, it still could not change the fact that Meng Ting was still under 18 years old.
"Can I have a glass of water?" Hearing Wang Feng's cough, Meng Ting also felt that his throat was a bit uncomfortable. The voice that came out sounded a bit hoarse, and Wang Feng, who generally was willing to firmly believe in Yan Sui, was also shaken.
Uncle Wen waved his hand and a maid brought in a cup of warm water. Meng Ting sipped it a bit and then drank it all up in gulps.
When Old Master Meng heard Yan Sui's decision to take Meng Ting in advance, he was very surprised for a moment; but in the end, he still permitted it. It was useless to keep Meng Ting in the Mengs' residence for ten more days. On the contrary, he was pleasantly surprised with this particular attention that Yan Sui showed Meng Ting.
He thought that when Meng Ting would get married to Yan Sui, he would spend his life being treated coldly by Yan sui. However, Old Master Meng did not expect that this troubled grandson — not only made He Wan take a fancy of him — but he seemed to make Yan Sui like him, too.
Of course, he did not dare to whatsoever look down on Yan Sui, he has been able to firmly seize the head position of the Yans for all these years. At this moment, Old Master Meng was also not able to say for certain what kind of strategy that these two, mother and son, were playing after all.
"Yes, you can," Old Master Meng nodded. He looked at Yan Sui with a smile, "You should regularly allow Meng Ting to come back and visit here to see me."
Yan Sui's expression was still indifferent as before, but it was also regarded as calmer, "Sure, we'll come visit regularly."
The two men said a few more words then Old Master Meng got up and accompanied Yan Sui out. When they came out to the hall, everyone there looked at them.
Feng Zejiao and Li Yifei were also there. They had interrogated Meng Ting for quite a while. They did not get the answer for everything they asked about, but Uncle Wen started to explain it for them in a moment.
"There's no need to see me out. I'll go with Meng Ting."
Old Master Meng smiled then looked toward Meng Ting. This was the first time he looked at Meng Ting carefully. His skin was fair. His eyebrows and eyes were picturesque. Among all his grandchildren, Meng Ting was indeed the most outstanding in appearance.
"You have to get along well with Yan Sui in the future, and you can't stir up any trouble."
When Old Master Meng spoke, Yan Sui already walked over to Meng Ting's side. Both of them looked at each other. Finally, Meng Ting's heart calmed down. He looked toward Old Master Meng and gently bowed but he did not answer him.
"Take care."
Even if he could not continue living with Yan Sui in the future, he also would never return to the Mengs for sure.
"Let's go." Meng Ting turned around and smiled to Yan Sui. Both of his hands stretched forward and firmly held Yan Sui's hand.
Yan Sui, in his bleak life, the warmest and most splendid sunshine so far, was the sunshine that could only be caught by him.
He turned around to Old Master Meng and lightly nodded then he led Meng Ting to go outside. Wang Feng took Meng Ting's luggage and followed them, a few steps from behind.
"I'll be good to you," Meng Ting felt that these words meant nothing to Old Master Meng but it was necessary to say this to Yan Sui — that he was going to get along well with Yan Sui.
"And, I won't make trouble." Meng Ting believed that he was very well-behaved most of the time. "I'll obey and listen to you."
He glanced at Meng Ting and raised his hand to touch his forehead. His fever was still as before and did not come down. He changed the hand that Meng Ting held. Then afterwards, the hand, that formerly held him, immediately pulled Meng Ting, half pulling him into his arms and half hugging him in his embrace.