"Dad, is the arrangement reliable?"
It was only reasonable for Meng Yigui to question. Because in the past the marriage agreement have changed its course without any notice, even after the Yan family and the Su family have already came to a certain agreement about the wedding.
"I have already spoken to Yan Sui over the phone."
Previously, no one had ever heard Yan Sui personally contacted any of the members from the Su family. It had always been He Wan who would premeditating and liaising with the family from the beginning to now.
Naturally, no one thought he would personally speak on the phone for Meng Ting. In their minds, he merely spoke on the phone because he was annoyed and wanted to be in peace. Knowing He Wan, she might change her mind again, so making this phone call was only to ensure his fiancé was not replaced again. No matter what the reason was in the end, compared to He Wan's deeds and promises, Yan Sui's recognition was definitely more trustworthy to others.
The marriage with the Yan family was undoubtedly a good choice, even the family members from Li Yifei's side could not find any reasons of discontent. Meng Yigui pondered once again, "We must seize this opportunity."
Being able to become in-laws with the Master of the Yan family was a tremendous advantage. The Meng family will definitely benefit through this marriage. For that reason, they hoped nothing else would happen that might make He Wan change her mind again, given the wedding was only less than half a month away.
A woman's mind is indeed way too difficult to understand. Especially the mind of Madame He from the Yan family. Her mind is fixated on the hope for her own son to suffer, she would only be happy then.
Once this thought sailed across Meng Yigui's mind, he quickly decided not to think about it anymore. Right now, the most important thing was to ensure no further changes occur or disruptions that would prevent the wedding.
Old Master Meng's gaze swept across the family members that stood in the dining room before pausing his gaze on Meng Ting, "Meng Ting, do you have any objections?"
Meng Ting was called to speak. Right now, not only Old Master Meng was looking at him, everyone else have also moved their gazes toward him.
Meng Xiao and Meng Qin could not hide their enviousness and jealous expression. They had returned to the Meng's family for quite long now and yet they have not had any great marriage arrangement news. Unlike Meng Ting who had only been back for a few days and already received a marriage arrangement and that person was Yan Sui, the Master of the Yan family!
Meng Qi, Meng Jiang and Meng Bo—the three legitimate sons—also viewed Meng Ting differently as they scrutinized him in their own minds. However, one thing that was clear to them was that; at the very least, under the Meng's roof, Meng Ting can not be bullied. On the contrary, they have to try their hardest to treat him well, like a Master.
"I don't have any objections." Meng Ting gently shook his head and responded rather quickly to Old Master Meng's question.
One only needed to use their feet to think that Meng Ting would have never rejected a marriage arrangement like that. But after hearing him voicing he didn't have any objections triggered all kinds of complicated emotions to well up in their heart.
"Okay." Old Master Meng did not speak to Meng Ting again after he responded. Thereafter, only the elders continued with the conversation and the topic remained as Meng Ting's and Yan Sui's wedding.
The discussion went on until almost nine o'clock, since this was the usual time when Old Master Meng went to sleep and he had no intention to disrupt his routine, even though his son were still in the midst of a delightful discussion. "Let's stop here for today. We will discuss the details tomorrow."
Anger secretly emerged in Meng Xiao's and Meng Qin's eyes. The more they listened to the discussion, the more they understood the superior existence of the Yan family. They also understood how damn lucky Meng Ting was.
Meng Ting's biological grandmother, Li Yifei, did not utter a word during the entire night, she merely smiled as she listened and observed everyone.
Naturally, she observed Feng Zejiao's self-complacence while Meng Yihang claiming every credit. By now it was clear, who had initiated for this arranged marriage.
She slowly got up and held Old Master Meng's hand to support him. Her unchanging gentle smile sounded in her voice as she spoke, as a result, everyone's footsteps halted uncontrollably.
"Brother Jia [1], don't you think Ting'er is too young? I think Xiao'er's and Qin'er's age is more suitable." 3
([1] 贾哥 Lit translation: Older brother Jia. This is Old Master Meng. Li Yifei calls him this out of respect. This is common way of calling someone older in China. Like in Korea, girls call the older boys Oppa.)
With Yan Sui's status and power, not to mention the marriage opportunity was given to an illegitimate child who was only acknowledged for a couple of years, even the legitimate children from the Meng family's would have been an acceptable match. Just like Meng Ting, when faced with this type of marriage arrangement, Meng Xiao and Meng Qin would not have any objections either.
Li Yifei voiced her opinion mainly because Meng Ting had returned home not too long ago and he wasn't close to her side. While she has been absent minded in the last few days, Feng Zejiao indeed took the opportunity. Meng Ting was probably roped in to their side. For this reason, she thought rather giving this marriage to Meng Ting, it would be better to give it to Meng Xiao or Meng Qin instead.
With his eyes wide open, the heart that had never felt any sense of existence started to throb loudly—Pound Pound Pound—from anxiousness. He had always known that there was no room for resistance in the Meng family. And right at this moment, he was more frightened than ever.
With his eyes wide open, the heart that had never felt any sense of existence started to throb loudly—Pound Pound Pound—from anxiousness. He had always known that there was no room for resistance in the Meng family. And right at this moment, he was more frightened than ever.
"Meng Ting is suitable." Meng Laoyezi glanced at Li Yifei and dropped the answer. He was also stating the facts. If He Wan was satisfied with Meng Xiao and Meng Qin, then Su Siyu would not have had the chance to participate.
"Laoyezi, you are right. Only Ting'er from our side is suitable." Feng Zejiao stepped forward to support Laoyezi's other hand. While Li Yifei was still in a daze, she had already escorted Meng Laoyezi back to the room.
Meng Yide stepped forward to help Li Yifei, without saying any words. He accompanied her—as she hung her head low while in deep thoughts—back to the room. Meng Yihang and Meng Yigui and their wives also returned to their respective rooms. In the end, only the juniors remained.
When Meng Ting saw Meng Laoyezi's retreating back, he held his panic-stricken little heart and went back to his room. Meng Ting's silhouette was nowhere to be seen when Meng Qi and Meng Xiao regained their composure.
Yan Sui was so great, he did not want to give him up to anyone else. Meng Ting was suddenly ascertain about this point… After hearing Li Yifei's question toward Meng Laoyezi. He truly could not wait and anxiously wanted to get married. Meng Xiao and Meng Qin were definitely not as anxious as he was. Even if they were, he was determined that he would not barge.
He changed into his pajamas and lied in bed.
The mobile phone suddenly vibrated while he held it in his hand, Meng Ting swiftly answered it as soon as he heard it.
"Go to the front gate."
Hearing this, Meng Ting immediately sat up and he did not even bother to get changed and merely grabbed a sports jacket before running down the stairs like a gust of wind. On his way out, he completely ignored the presence of Meng Qi, who was drinking water in the living room.
Meng Ting thought, delivering food in the evening must not be as convenient as during the day, maybe that was why he was asked to go to the front gate to pick it up. Since he did not want to trouble the person Yan Sui sent to do the delivery, he must go pick it up quickly.
The distance from the third floor to the mansion's front gate was not close. But, it was not even two minutes after Yan Sui had put down the mobile phone, he saw a white silhouette bolting toward him in a speed of light.
As the gate was still shut when he arrived, he frenziedly jumped up and down a few times before he continued bolting out as soon as the guard opened the gate.
Seeing him fast approaching, Yan Sui opened the car door. Just as the door opened, Meng Ting's fluffy head stuck in next to his already.
"I'm here."
Meng Ting was out of breath. His cheeks were flushed slightly from running too fast. His eyes shot wide open in pleasant surprise when he realized this person before him was Yan Sui. "Yan Sui, Yan Sui."
He called out his name a couple of times before grabbing Yan Sui's sleeve with his right hand.
Yan Sui took hold of Meng Ting's hand instead and pulled him inside the car. Meng Ting stared attentively while allowing Yan Sui to pull himself into the backseat.
Meng Ting's hands and feet leaned forward simultaneously. It looked like as if he was throwing himself on to Yan Sui. Although, this was not his initial intention, Meng Ting did not plan to pull himself away. Instead, he leaned forward furthermore to give Yan Sui a hug before he let loose of him.
He had never hugged anyone before and at this moment, he really wanted to give Yan Sui a hug and he did just that.
That hug was light, quick and very sudden. Yan Sui was taken aback from this and he did not even have the time to hug Meng Ting back because Meng Ting was already sitting up straight by then.
"Why are you here?"
"I came to see you." Although he saw the person, he felt that it was not enough. He could not comprehend in what sense it was not 'enough.'
Meng Ting's eyes that stared attentively at Yan Sui, suddenly looked down. Seeing their hands were not parted yet, he gripped his hand even tighter before lowering his voice, "Yan Sui, this time I have to say thank you, you're… The first person who came to visit me."
He was enclosed for three years in high school. Other students had friends or family visited them every few weeks or every month. Only him, for three years, neither his grandmother nor the Meng family had visited him, not even once. It was the same during his university days and as well as when he was in the laboratory. It was as if he was isolated from the rest of the world.
He never felt there was anything wrong with it. Until now, since Yan Sui visited him, he realized he also longed for visitors.
"Thank you."
Deep emotions lingered around his body when Meng Ting said these words. Yan Sui's gaze fell rather gloomy after hearing that. For a cold-hearted person like he was, to feel emotional and compassionate for a person was rather difficult. But at this moment, he suddenly felt empathy and he even felt a little heartache for Meng Ting. 1
He held onto his hand then pulled it gently until Meng Ting was pulled into his embrace. The smell of a young man was particularly innocent, as innocent as his pair of eyes. Yan Sui never had a habit of hugging anyone, in this mere second, he felt that the feeling of embracing someone was not bad at all.
Perhaps it was Li Yifei's words that made him emotional. Therefore, Meng Ting was exceptionally sensitive tonight. His hand slowly slipped down to Yan Sui's waist, his forehead leaned against his chest, while moisture emerged around the rims of his eyes. For once, someone cuddled him like this.
"Thanks."
There was nothing more that Meng Ting could have spoken. After awhile, he lifted his head before rubbing his cheek against Yan Sui's chin, "Yan Sui, I like it when you cuddle me."
Yan Sui's ear burned in redness again. This time he could tell that there was no hidden meanings in Meng Ting's words. He simply and purely liked being hugged like this. However, even though he could tell, he still did not know why he felt obscure in this split second.
Because Meng Ting liked it, Yan Sui hugged him for awhile. After about ten minutes, he let go of him and picked up the food box that was next to his feet. "Supper, eat it."
Since it was noodles, it can get very pasty very quickly if it was left out for long. Otherwise, it would not have been a problem to cuddle a little longer.
Resting on Yan Sui gave a safe and comfortable feeling. Meng Ting was about to fall asleep, but when he heard the word 'supper,' the drowsiness flew far away. He had almost forgotten the reason he bolted down here, if Yan Sui had not said anything.
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