Meng Ting finally recalled that he wanted to be kissed, that is, he did not use much effort nibbling. Instead of going up, he kissed the man, going down with his wet tongue. After a while, he sucked Yan Sui's Adam's apple, then he nipped and licked it.
"Meng Ting…" Yan Sui whispered. He was still light with his tone, but it had already brought along a little feeling of admonition, and his arms gradually tightened up. Stirred up by Meng Ting to this very moment, the fire in Yan Sui's heart had long been ignited.
However, the usual Meng Ting was hard to figure out, let alone this time. He indiscriminately kissed the man, while he propped up on the bed with his hand and rubbed the muscles of Yan Sui's arm with his other hand, "Yan Sui, relax. We won't fight."
Yan Sui's patience was taken by Meng Ting as a prelude to fight, and even kindly comforted the man.
Meng Ting spoke as his lips finally left Yan Sui's neck, but clearly left behind some not-so-light and not-so-heavy love bites on those parts. He cupped Yan Sui's face with both of his hands, then he slowly drew nearer to the corners of his mouth. He touched it, licked it, then sniffed at it.
"You're Yan Sui. I can smell it."
Meng Ting proudly spoke, then he let go of Yan Sui. He leaned over Yan Sui's neck and said, "Be good. Let's sleep."
So, Meng Ting's kiss came to an end here. He set Yan Sui ablaze with desire, and he was going to sleep.
Yan Sui took a deep breath, propped up with one hand on the bed, and then put forth his strength. The two men's position immediately changed, "Sleep?"
Yan Sui did not wait for Meng Ting to say anything in response. He bowed his head down and kissed Meng Ting on his lips. However, it was not Meng Ting's kind of touching, rubbing, licking, and nibbling kiss; instead, it was an overbearing and passionate type of kiss, not letting the boy back down nor cower. Naturally, it did not allow the boy to sleep.
Meng Ting, who had already closed his eyes, slowly opened his eyes once again. The corners of his mouth curved up and his eyes were still heavy with sleep, but he still responded to Yan Sui's kiss. The taste of wine in their mouths mixed together and the feeling of intoxication that had spread all over their bodies, warmly and quickly waved to and fro.
The kiss had lasted for a long time, but the passion of the two men remained the same. Their bodies pressed up against one another and they could feel the heat of each other's body rising unceasingly. Yan Sui's lips parted from Meng Ting's and fell to his neck. The button that had been undone once, was more convenient to undo this time.
Meng Ting intermittently gave out a number of light groans. He stroked Yan Sui's hair, then his hands continued to go down. When he found the buttons of Yan Sui's clothes, he undid them very slowly. He had to think through each button for a long time, and at the same time, he particularly strove for each of them. If he could not undo one, he would absolutely not let it go.
Sometimes, he would dodge Yan Sui's kiss and block him to undo his buttons, but Meng Ting still could not make Yan Sui change the part that he was kissing.
In the end, Yan Sui undid his buttons for him. Meng Ting reached out, then buried himself in Yan Sui's neck, and closed his eyes.
Two men's skin close to each other, allowed them to do the most intimate things to one other. This feeling was not shyness alone. When Meng Ting closed his eyes and pondered for a while, only then was he able to ascertain that it was also joy. If he could make Yan Sui happy, he would also feel happy. If he could do something for Yan Sui, he would be happy.
"Yan Sui, I like you."
Meng Ting withdrew his hand, then he whispered in Yan Sui's ear. Every time he mentions this sentence, he himself felt that he liked Yan Sui a little more.
Intoxicating sweet nothings, on top of that overly passionate mutual help just now, had left Yan Sui in a daze for a long time, and only after then was he able to respond to Meng Ting, "I like you, too."
Yan Sui gently held the boy, and those thoughts of wishing to continue doing it, clamoring to go a step further, were suddenly dispelled in this warm declaration of love. Restraining himself was difficult, but for Meng Ting, Yan Sui would gladly endure the hardships of restraining himself.
"Meng Ting, I'll wait for you to grow older."
Yan Sui pulled himself apart from Meng Ting's arms, then sat down, and got out of the bed. He went to the bathroom for a while, then came out of it and went back to the bed. After that, he picked the boy up and carried him in his arms.
Meng Ting drank wine earlier and had just sweated it out, so it would not be comfortable going to bed like this. Yan Sui carried him to the bathroom and wanted to give him a hot bath.
There was a double-sized bathtub in the bathroom. Usually, he and Meng Ting preferred using the shower more. The bathtub was rarely used. Now, it would be used to bathe the drunken boy. It actually came in handy.
The mildly-heated water enveloped his body. Meng Ting scrunched his eyebrows with some uneasiness, yet he still did not open his eyes. Yan Sui patted his back and said, "I brought you here to give you a bath. Don't be afraid."
Meng Ting slowly opened his eyes. He blankly stared at Yan Sui for a while, then nodded. He closed his eyes again afterwards and leaned on Yan Sui's bosom. Then what would Yan Sui do later now that Meng did not wake up anymore?
Embracing such a big boy to take a bath, it was Yan Sui's first time. He did as best as he could; but in the process, it was also inevitable for him to attend to one thing and neglect another. Meng Ting did not fall down nor did he bump against the tub under Yan Sui's care. Yan Sui himself heated up and was sweating again.
The white towel was wrapped around the man, then he picked up and carried Meng Ting in his arms back to their room. He wiped him dry, put on his pajamas, and covered him with the quilt. Yan Sui took a long sigh of relief, and looked at Meng Ting, who was still sleeping peacefully. His face broadened into a faint smile and there was an inexplicable sense of accomplishment in him.
He stared at the boy for a moment, then went back to the bathroom to clean up himself, and then went back to the room. He sat on the bedside and looked at the boy.
In fact, Yan Sui himself did not understand what it meant to look at people like this, but Meng Ting was in his sights. He wanted to look at the boy like this. The center of his eyes and his heart overflowed with tenderness that he himself could not make out.
Yan Sui looked at the phone on the bedside cupboard. It was already eleven o'clock. From the time he brought Meng Ting back upstairs, two hours had passed. His lips curved up then he helplessly smiled. After that, he leaned over and pecked on Meng Ting's forehead, "You sleep first. I'll come back later."
His lips slightly curved up and he did not leave just yet. His lips fell on Meng Ting's, which were slightly warmer, and stayed a bit longer than before.
"Good night."
Yan Sui left the room and had changed back to his daily black suit. There was only Zhao Bing, who guarded outside their door, and when he saw that Yan Sui had come out, he took a step back and waited for Yan Sui's instructions.
"Lead the way."
Zhao Bing nodded and walked ahead.
The ball in the drawing room downstairs had not completely ended, but Yan Sui had no plans to go there. He did not want Zhao Bing to lead him anywhere else—only in the Yans' residence.
Tomorrow, he was going to leave with Meng Ting for a week, and there were some matters that must be asked sooner than later, so Yan Sui was willing to come out from the room, instead of sleeping with the clean and fragrant boy.
Yan Sui opened the door of the study next door, but there was a steep wooden staircase. They went down it and arrived at the first floor, then they continued to go down to the basement. A small lamp was on and Zhao Bing was still walking ahead. Yan Sui kept pace with deliberate steps.
The basement in the Yans' residence was quite large, and after they walked for a while, they arrived at a room guarded by a bodyguard.
"Open it." The warm color on Yan Sui's face was completely wiped clean after he said this, and there was a little more frost in his eyes.
"Yes." The bodyguard nodded and turned around. He entered the password, then opened the door.
There was no light inside, and Zhao Bing, who was outside, turned the light on. The person inside closed their eyes, and it took a while for them to look at the people who came in. They saw Yan Sui sitting on the lone chair in the room. Standing big and tall behind him was Zhao Bing, who was like a fiend.
"My Grandson-in-Law…" Wu Fengjiao's voice was trembling. She had not been confined in this dark room for half a day, but she felt that she had been there for several days. Her appearance was much older than before and her lips were pale. She wanted to throw a fit when she saw Yan Sui, yet she did not dare to do it.
Yan Sui's gazed at her as soon as he entered the room, and sized her up attentively, but did not find any resemblance between her and Meng Ting. Their eyes were not alike, their noses were not alike, and their lips were not alike…their facial features—there were no similarities at all.
Yan Sui also remembered the Meng family. Meng Ting and the children of the Mengs had no special similarities. Of course, this was just a sudden feeling that he had after looking at it.
"Has Yu Meixuan contacted you all these years?" Yu Meixuan was none other than Meng Ting's biological mother, that is, Wu Fengjiao's daughter.
"That damned girl stole my money, ran away, and tossed a grandson at me. I don't know where the devil she had gone to."
As far as the Yans and the wealthy and influential clans of Haicheng were concerned, Wu Fengjiao had little knowledge about them. Presumably, in her view, having endless money to spend was their label. When she talked about nonsense as she opened her mouth, she really thought that Yan Sui did not know anything.
Wu Fengjiao was like this, but Yan Sui's Meng Ting, nevertheless, was the most honest. If he did not want to reply, he would only be silent and not lie.
But the better Meng Ting's nature was, the more that the man felt angry for his experience with the Mengs, Meng Ting's biological mother, and Wu Fengjiao, who was currently in front of him.
"I think she's not dead. She just went abroad; otherwise, she would've known Meng Ting flourished. She still can't…come." She spoke out her thoughts. She smiled, slightly diffidently, and wanted to take a few steps forward, but Yan Sui swept his gaze over, so she subconsciously did not dare to act rashly.
"How did the Mengs find you back then? What did you say?"
Yan Sui's posture was unchanged, but his tone was a little rude. He said, "Be specific. I'll give you more than what the Mengs can give you."
Wu Fengjiao paused, and her perfunctory look changed in an instant. Her eyes turned and she thought deeply for a while, then she said, "It was the 20th of May. I placed a bet in a horse race and lost. On my way back, a tall and thin man stopped me."
She thought that the man was going to rob her. Good thing she was vigilant, but she did not expect that he came to give her money. "He told me that that damned girl gave birth to a son and it's been seven or eight years since he was abandoned in an orphanage. They gave me a lump sum of money in the past, so I took him back and raised him."
"The first time I heard the name, I even thought that he's a girl. I didn't expect to see such a beautiful boy in that orphanage, but it's a pity he's a fool…" Wu Fengjiao immediately bit her lip. She almost spoke out what she used to say about Meng Ting before.
Yan Sui squinted, and he did not bother to correct the person who never cherished Meng Ting. He frowned and said, "20th of May, isn't that Meng Ting's birthday?"
The only difference in Meng Ting's old and new ID cards was his year of birth. Yan Sui always thought that Meng Ting's birthday was this day.
But, how could it be so coincidental? Wu Fengjiao found out that Meng Ting existed exactly on his birthday and picked him up.
Wu Fengjiao bowed her head down, a little embarrassed, but then she immediately looked up righteously again. "That damned girl gave birth in the corner of an out-of-the-way place. Beats me. They said she gave birth on the second or third, but who knows exactly whether it was the second or third."
"Was it in February or December….sigh, how could I remember it? When I registered him in the family, I just chose a date that I could remember."
That day was the day when the Mengs gave her money. Even if Wu Fengjiao wanted to forget it, she could not. She thought it would be more convenient to choose this day as Meng Ting's birthday.
A grandmother who did not live up to her responsibility in this situation made one gasp in amazement.
"So in the end, is Meng Ting seventeen or eighteen years old?" Yan Sui's voice was a bit low and deep and the glean in his eyes became even colder.
Faced with Yan Sui's question, Wu Fengjiao suddenly became taciturn again. She did not care about Meng Ting at all. She might have heard one or two things about it at the orphanage, but she forgot about it as time passed by.
Therefore, Meng Ting might have come of age last year, but still, Yan Sui might need to wait for a few months more.
"He was too thin at that time, just like a five or six-year-old kid. To say that he was seven years old back then would be too much."
For a moment, Wu Fengjiao was struck by her rare guilt. She recalled when she met Meng Ting for the first time. He was holding a fat old cat, while sitting in the corner of a room. She tried to talk with him for a long time, but he never responded to her.
The people in the orphanage also did not like Meng Ting very much. They directed her to someone and simply said a few words. Until she took the sleeping Meng Ting away, no one came out to send them.
That place was awfully gloomy and strange. She did not want to stay, so she took Meng Ting away. She did what she had promised to the Mengs.
Yan Sui tapped on the arm of the chair with his fingers. Even if the conversation was already over, it was absolutely necessary for him to check on this matter again.
The orphanage where Meng Ting had stayed was closed a year after he left. The children there were transferred to nearby welfare homes and orphanages and some of the past documents there had been left behind.
The people who used to work there had already moved to different workplaces. If Yan Sui wanted to look for them and make them remember Meng Ting, it would take some time. However, his people, who worked efficiently, would not take too long to investigate this matter.
The Mengs' recognition of Meng Ting should have confirmed his identity, but the issue wherein Meng Ting's specific date of birth could not be determined had arisen.
In the end, was Meng Ting really a child of the Meng family? Although he was so skeptical and somewhat subjective, Yan Sui still put a question mark in his heart.
At the beginning of the investigation, he found that many things had to be pursued. It also included the quarrel between Yu Meixuan and Meng Yide. It was really large-scale at that time and it had also left some impressions on him.
Seeing that Yan Sui suddenly became silent, Wu Fengjiao did not dare to stay quiet. She continued, "Our family's Ting Ting likes cats and dogs the most and often fights for them with our neighbors' children. He treated them better than he treated me."
Wu Fengjiao was sour, but it sounded like she was only saying something casually. Under Yan Sui's gaze, she felt guilty for some time. This was because she was truly not good to Meng Ting.
"When Meng Ting was around eleven years old, he fell ill. Explain that to me in detail as well."
Wu Fengjiao's eyes suddenly widened a little. In her heart, she did not mind explaining what had happened, but she was afraid that if Yan Sui hears her explanation, he would not give what he promised to her before.
Yan Sui saw through Wu Fengjiao in one glance. He slightly bent over and looked at Wu Fengjiao in the eye, "Tell me the truth and I'll give you five million. An additional condition is, you'll be going abroad."
"Five…five million…" The Mengs had only given her seven or eight hundred thousand all these years, which was less than a million, while Yan Sui was going to give her five million. Her lips trembled, then she made up her mind and nodded.
She could no longer stay in Donglin Town as well. With money, going abroad was nothing. If worst came to worst, she could invite an interpreter.
She explained from eleven o'clock at night to two o'clock in the morning. After three hours, Yan Sui finally understood more specifically, based on Wu Fengjiao's words, how Meng Ting spent his days for seven years.
Meng Ting faced hunger, swearing, rejection, injuries…and persecution from his only relative and from outsiders.
People could form some attachment to a kitten or puppy that they raised for seven years, but Wu Fengjiao, who was faced with the temptation of money, still sold Meng Ting off. She did not even look for the reason why someone wanted to harm a child. She only saw what she wanted to obtain. She was not only ugly on the outside, but also on the inside. She was already beyond redemption.
"Give her five million more. You mustn't let her escape before she turns seventy!"
When Yan Sui was about to leave the basement, he said this to Zhao Bing.
Wu Fengjiao's so-called five million and the additional money that Yan Sui would be giving her—all of it would not fall into her hands, but it also counted as money for her expenses. That money would be sent to a monastery abroad where she would be staying. Wu Fengjiao would not be able to leave that place until she turned seventy.
Foreign countries could not be as simple as what Wu Fengjiao thought. She did not understand the language, she had no money on her, and she could not escape the monastery. She made Meng Ting suffer in the past. Now, Yan Sui was paying it back to her twice as much.