For a moment, Yan Sui gazed at the retreating figure of the car. He turned around to nod at Zhong Ming and Gu Lang, then took his own car, and soon left the Zhongs' domain.
After he got in the car, he quickly calmed down. He took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"I want to know everything about Meng Ting when he was in senior high for three years."
The scars on the center of Meng Ting's palms and the marks on his arms caught Yan Sui's attention.
After he returned to the Yans' residence, it was not unforeseen for him to catch sight of He Wan, waiting for him in the living room.
At this very moment, most of the servants had gone to rest. In this large living room, she sat alone, did not open the television, did not play with her mobile phone, just sat in such a proper manner. In the end, it would not be long before one could become frightened because of her.
However, Yan Sui did not feel anything. When He Wan turned around and saw him, Yan Sui gently bowed and then walked up the stairs.
"Sui'er."
He Wan motionlessly sat there as she called out for Yan Sui. He paused, turned around, and looked at He Wan, waiting for her to finish her sentence.
"You've met Meng Ting, I presume. Is there anything that you don't like about him?"
"Nothing," Yan Sui said. He Wan moved a few steps toward him, then she nodded, "Take a rest early then."
After that sentence, he did not give He Wan a chance to persuade him to stay. He went up to the second floor, opened his room, went inside, then finally closed the door.
He Wan went back to sit there. After a long time, she just sneered, and started to clear up her expression, but she did not stay in the old mansion's room. She went out and went back to her own place. She hated the Yans. She hated everything that was related to it, including Yan Sui, even if he was her own son.
When Meng Ting arrived at the Mengs' residence, it was five minutes later than the time when Yan Sui arrived at his own residence. It was reckoned that the return trip was more than an hour longer than the original half-hour trip.
This was all because Meng Qi received a bit of news midway, so they turned back and went to another place to pick Meng Xiao up. He was already dead drunk and almost met with an accident on his way back home.
"You're not even a man. You still want to fuck people. He's not worthy to be my family's illegitimate son."
That nouveau riche that mingled into the banquet was not even half of a person from this circle. With a few flattering words, he [1] bewitched Meng Xiao to the point of confusion and disorientation where he almost got drugged and lost his chastity. If this would happen on other occasions, Meng Qi definitely would not take care of him. However, he was the one who took Meng Xiao to the Zhongs' banquet. If something bad happened, he also could not escape from the blame.
([1] This part is really confusing. This might be referring to the person whom Meng Xiao contacted for his scheme.)
The anomalies in Meng Xiao's body were not completely dispersed. Although he was basically sober, he really could not control his mood.
His complexion was red and green at the same time. He was extremely resentful. He saw that the expression on Meng Ting's face was quite gloomy. Meng Ting looked at him, with his brows slightly knitted, but he still did not say anything and did not do anything.
After Meng Qi took two more calls, he came back from the passenger's seat. He looked like he was dying to kill Meng Xiao by dismembering his body, "As expected, you're a thankless wretch. You even schemed against your own family member!"
Meng Xiao has been back to the household for so many years. However, no matter what, he could not distinguish between a nouveau riche and a real wealthy son; except that Meng Xiao saw Yan Sui was really rich. Meng Xiao wanted him to spend money on him so he could continue loafing like this. Anyway, in only a matter of time, Yan Sui and Meng Ting would split up.
Meng Xiao heard that Meng Qi wanted to take Meng Ting to the banquet. The more that Meng Xiao thought about it, the more that he did not want to give up. However, he did not expect that almost the whole night Yan Sui and a few people followed Meng Ting and kept watching him.
And, that nouveau riche was also not good. He heard from a distance that Meng Ting was Yan Sui's man. How could he still have the nerve to touch Meng Ting with his hands? Meng Xiao felt that it would harm him instead. Meng Ting could mix and mingle in the Zhongs' banquet, indicating that his capabilities were not small. He reversed Meng Xiao's plan. After several twists and turns, he was finally here, and he actually wanted to show off his kindness to the Mengs.
Of course, even if he had a way to approach Yan Sui, he would not come to find him. At that moment, the Meng family would be really embarrassed.
"Why can't I be considered? We're both illegitimate children. Why can he marry into the Yan family but I can't?"
Apart from that, he returned to the Meng family much earlier than Meng Ting. All these years, for the sake of currying favor with Li Yifei and the Old Master, he was not short of considering it thoroughly; but in the end, the one who had the good marriage and the one who they selected for it was not him!
If Meng Ting got into trouble, Old Master Meng would surely select another person from the Meng family in order to make the wedding follow through. By that time, who would be more suitable apart from him?
"Is it because of that face? If it'll be ruined, I want to see what you'll use to attract and seduce Yan Sui!" As of the moment, Meng Xiao was still under the lingering influence of drugs and alcohol. Of course, he was bold enough to say anything.
Not only did he dare to say it, but he dared to make a move on it, too. His fluttering hands were on the move to scratch Meng Ting's face. Even if he did not make the first move, Meng Ting also did not plan to let him off.
After he heard Meng Xiao admitting that he wanted to scheme against him, all of the emotions on Meng Ting's face entirely disappeared. That kind of indifference on his face was not much different with the one that Yan Sui usually has. He looked into Meng Xiao's eyes, like a ruthless hunter, staring at his prey. He lifted his hand and caught Meng Xiao's wrist. With all his might, he ruthlessly twisted it and directly broke his joints. One of his hands has been twisted, and as for the other hand, he also did not let it slip.
"Ah! Ah!" with a few consecutive miserable screams, Meng Xiao almost passed out from the pain.
On the other hand, while Meng Ting had his gaze fixed on Meng Xiao's legs, he was about to break Meng Xiao's legs as well.
"Stop, that's enough. Meng Ting, that's enough!" Shouted Meng Qi.
Meng Qi looked at Meng Ting and swallowed hard. Where was the Meng Ting who was weak and well-behaved while in front of Yan Sui? This was a wolf in a little white rabbit's skin. The average person would not be capable of breaking the arm of an adult man, nor would he be so decisive, so ruthless and so efficient.
In the end, how could he use these kinds of means? Not to mention fighting, it was used for killing people. It was easily done by him, too.
Compared to Meng Xiao's tragic condition, the two punches Meng Ting gave Meng Qi yesterday could be counted as showing mercy to him.
Before, it was as if he could see through Meng Ting at a glance. At this moment, he was enigmatic in Meng Qi's eyes.
Meng Qi's eyes swerved on to the driver's fast-changing expressions. With a chilly voice, he said, "Drive properly."
"Yes," the driver replied, not daring to look at Meng Ting through the rearview mirror. In the beginning, he was the one who went with Meng Zhong to pick up Meng Ting. Now, he was naturally shocked.
When the car stopped, Meng Ting was the first to get out of the car, returning alone to his room. Meng Qi did not dare to ask him to stay. He took Meng Xiao to the back house. Old Master Meng had already fallen asleep, but Feng Zejiao had not slept yet. Meng Xiao really looked miserable. Feng Zejiao sent people to look for a doctor, then she had a discussion with Meng Qi, confiscated Meng Xiao's phone, and then kept people on guard by his room's door. Everything else for discussion had to wait until the next day after Old Master Meng wakes up.
Without a doubt, the premise that could be decided was that Meng Ting was really fine; otherwise, this marriage would absolutely come to nothing.
This took place at the Zhongs' residence. It did not take long for Zhong Ming to know about this. He hesitated for a moment but, in the end, he called Yan Sui. And, soon afterwards, Yan Sui called Meng Ting.
After Meng Ting returned to the house, he took a bath and laid in his bed to try to become sleepy. His heart was empty, but there was no obvious psychological burden. It was Meng Xiao who was not good to him. He never complied with such people in the past. This time was no exception.
He was not afraid of Meng Xiao, but he was somewhat afraid of the second branch of the Meng Family, who was backing Meng Xiao. They could not put up a fight with him in terms of victory or defeat.
Anyway, he got a call from Yan Sui. He was still very happy with it.
"Yan Sui," he said while he was lying down. His voice a little lower. He caught a pillow and wrapped it in his arms, and put the hand holding the phone on it.
"Where are you?" Yan Sui asked right away. He must first determine Meng Ting's safety.
"I'm in my room, lying on the bed." Meng Ting answered truthfully.
After a few seconds of silence, Meng Ting start to open up. He had decided to treat Yan Sui with sincerity, and this matter should not be concealed.
"Yan Sui, I just had a fight again."
"What happened?" Yan Sui knitted his brows and his voice was also getting colder. What trouble did Meng Ting encounter for him to get involved in a fight? Zhong Ming did not tell him anything.
Meng Ting took the chance to bring up their sudden change of route to fetch Meng Xiao. Then he repeated Meng Xiao and Meng Qi's words.
"I don't really understand it, but Meng Xiao was not good. He wanted to hurt me, so I beat him."
Since childhood, Meng Ting had already suffered from too much malice. This has caused him to be much keener, or sensitive, to these feelings. Most of the time, he would choose to resolve a problem by means of violence. However, he gradually found out that violence sometimes would not resolve the problem, that it would also cause more trouble for himself, so he learned to put up with it.
In the past, it was just his food and personal safety that mattered to him. Now, this also included his marriage with Yan Sui. Meng Xiao did not only want to scratch his face, but he also tried to covet Yan Sui. Of course, he could not endure it anymore.
"That was just to make him feel hurt for a few days. I know. I shouldn't kill a person."
Killing people had to be paid with his own life. He only has one life. He wanted to live. He did not want to give it to others, nor to those whom he extremely detested.
Yan Sui was unusually silence. He felt from Meng Ting's words that there was a very subtle meaning, and he said it in such a way that it showed that he had once been forced to kill and he suppressed it again.
There was a feeling in the bottom of Yan Sui's heart of having no idea how to handle this agitated Meng Ting.
Yan Sui should reproach or advise Meng Ting for his actions but, in the end, he said nothing and asked nothing. Yan Sui treated him with the same attitude as with the scars on Meng Ting's hands. What he wanted to know, he would find it out by himself. He did not want Meng Ting to reopen his scars just to let him know.
Meng Ting has never minded others in his two lifetimes. What he could only see clearly was himself. He knew that he, himself, was not normal. No matter how hard he tried to be normal, he knew it in himself that it was only an act for others to see; but inside, he was still not normal, and would always not be.
"Meng Ting…" Yan Sui finally opened his mouth again.
"Yep?" Meng Ting gently responded. There was a little bit of nervousness and helplessness from the tone of his voice. He was always so stupid. How long would it take to expose all of his serious problems in a row to Yan Sui? He was sure that he would be dismissed by Yan Sui.
"I'll see you later." Meng Ting was still young. If there were people who would look after him, he could always learn a few things again.
Meng Ting, who in his memory has never cried, but the moment that he received Yan Sui's words, his eyes became red.
"Yan Sui… Thank you."
Regardless of whether Yan Sui would be good to him in the future or not, just with these spoken words that Yan Sui had said to him, he would do everything he could to repay him.
After saying this, Yan Sui himself was relieved.
Meng Ting had intentionally hidden some details about his past. Although Yan Sui did not know about them yet, he could guess most of it. He was originally going to take the responsibility for his wife. However, now that the one who was labeled as his wife was Meng Ting, he was more willing to take the responsibility.
This sentence — such decision was merely what he wanted and nothing more.
"Go to sleep," Yan Sui's voice was low again, as if he was deliberately coaxing him to sleep, "Good night."
Meng Ting also lowered his voice, "Good night."
They waited for a while, but no one hang up on either side. Yan Sui could only open his mouth to speak again, "You hang up first."
"Okay," Meng Ting was reluctant, but then removed the phone from his ear and pressed the hang up key.
Originally, he generally felt that he would not be able to sleep tonight; but after receiving a call from Yan Sui, his heart once again settled down, his eyelids gradually became heavy and soon, Meng Ting fell asleep.
Before he fell asleep, he was still thinking. He actually had people who watched over him. It was good. It was as good as marrying Yan Sui.