"Today, I'll also go back to the old house. Seventh brother, sit with me." While he was speaking to Feng Zejiao, Meng Qi glanced and still could only see the top of Meng Ting's bowed head.
For Feng Zejiao, Meng Qi's willingness to go back to the old house made her naturally pleased. Meng Qi wanted to talk to Meng Ting. She also could not find any reason to refute. In fact, all the more did she feel that this foolish, slow-witted boy's luck was pretty good. Both Gu Lang and Meng Qi had a good impression of him.
However, Meng Ting was quite sure that he did not want to sit together with Meng Qi, who forcibly kissed a man and even groped him. That had a great impact on Meng Ting so he shook his head. "I'll sit with you," he said to Feng Zejiao.
After Meng Qi was finished talking, he went to the car that Meng Ting and Feng Zejiao got in.
The end result, however, had not changed a thing. Feng Zejiao was coaxed by Meng Qi to sit in his car. In the end, he sat beside Meng Ting. After that, Meng Qi looked at him with a doting face, as if he was looking at a wayward little lover. He was very clingy.
Eventually, Meng Ting lifted his eyes to look at him. It was a strange and puzzling sight. He thought Meng Qi's expression was rather strange, but he had nothing more to say.
"Hey, turn around and let me take a look."
Meng Ting heard what Meng Qi had said so he immediately turned his head. His eyes were indifferent, but his body was indistinctly on the lookout. If this Meng Qi dares to flirt with him, Meng Ting guaranteed he would definitely give him a deep impression.
Firstly, he was not as impressive as Yan Sui. He was sitting too casually which easily exposed his weak points. Meng Ting was more than seventy percent sure that he could make a move to oppose him.
Fortunately, Meng Qi was only brave enough to be interested in his face for the time being. Meng Ting was not communicative. He also could not find a reason to force him to be. Admiring his eyes, Meng Qi thought of some beautiful woman who dumped him.
"Heartless beauty, I don't know whether you're also like this or not?" Meng Qi asked.
Meng Ting did not reply to what he said. He just fixed his eyes to stare at Meng Qi, but his eyes were erratic. Meng Qi could feel that although Meng Ting was looking at him, his mind had long drifted away.
Meng Qi measured Meng Ting with his eyes again and looked at him a few times, and then he stopped looking. He was a soulless beauty, and was actually boring. He still could not compare to a certain someone who dumped him. This made him think about Su Siyu again. Meng Qi also did not make fun of Meng Ting's mood anymore.
When they returned to the Meng's residence, it was almost dawn. Everyone dispersed.
After taking a bath, Meng Ting's thoughts were like an awful pile of mess. He then stumbled to sleep. He woke up on time the next morning at half past five. He went out for a jog then came back. He picked up two sandwiches and milk, because he did not intend to go out of the door again.
An hour later, he received breakfast and a mobile phone from the person named Gu Lang who had been sent by Yan Sui. A servant in the Meng's residence delivered it to him. Meng Ting was very nervous when he took it, but the servant bent forward to bow and she did not say anything.
He was dazed for a long time. He was completely at peace down in his heart. After that, he took the food box to the center of the table with great care.
He plopped on the bed and turned on the phone. Of course, the first contact was Yan Sui. Meng Ting also knew these two characters — Yan Sui. He played with the phone for a long time. Suddenly, the phone rang, scaring him so that the phone almost flew out of his hands.
Meng Ting tapped on the answer key, then put the phone next to his ear, "Hello?"
"It's me," the voice of a matured man sounded in his ear, and Meng Ting's eyes immediately lit up.
"Yan Sui!"
Meng Ting was very happy to call Yan Sui's name. Then he wrapped his body in a quilt and curled up, but he immediately lowered his voice right after that. He was afraid that his conversation with Yan Sui would be heard by other people.
"I've received the meal that you've sent for me, and also the phone."
"You haven't eaten it?" Yan Sui was also unable to say for sure why he made this phone call, but after hearing Meng Ting's voice, his heart calmed down. He was his soon-wedded wife. A phone call would not be surprising.
For a moment, Meng Ting hesitated to tell him the truth.
"I want to keep it for lunch, I already ate a sandwich."
In fact, he went to get sandwiches, mainly because he was afraid that the meal that Yan Sui wanted to send him could not reach the Meng's residence. The bottom line was because he still did not believe Yan Sui. He felt a loss of guilt.
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure if you'd send it or not. I'll go ahead and eat it first."
Holding on to his phone as he spoke, Yan Sui could not help but raise the tip of his eyebrows. Listening to his voice, he could almost visualize Meng Ting's guilty look. However, they actually only met each other yesterday, but he was unexpectedly so impressed with him.
"You can't eat anymore?"
"I can eat more." Meng Ting was still telling the truth. The big portion of fried rice with egg yesterday had completely exposed his appetite. Maybe after being starved for too many times, Meng Ting was not sure when he would be able to eat enough. He had already developed the habit of saving his food.
"Then eat it. I'll have someone send you another one at noon, and if I forget, you can give me a call."
After saying this, Yan Sui once again heard Meng Ting's sincere words: "It's really good. Yan Sui, you're really nice, it's so good to marry you." He really wanted to marry him right now.
Not far away, Secretary Wang stood in front of Yan Sui, who swept his eyes at him. Actually, he was startled by his boss's smile. From whom did he receive this call? He smiled so sweetly! His boss's smile was so dazzling so that Secretary Wang's eyes were blinded!
"Hurry up and go eat it. The porridge must be getting cold by now." Yan Sui's smile soon disappeared.
He gave secretary Wang a sleepy, muddled look. Was it just a figment of his own imagination? But, he was quite sure he did not misinterpret what he saw. His age-old iceberg boss smiled, and it was even the sweet and gentle kind.
This was a goblin's great feat. All of a sudden, he felt like admiring it!
"Hmm," Meng Ting answered, and then he thought for a moment, stumbling to talk about his own thoughts of his first words of love, "You also have to eat well."
"Good boy," Yan Sui suppressed the corners of his mouth from smiling, but his eyebrows softened down.
After hanging up the phone, he looked at the astonished Secretary Wang, "What's the matter?"
Secretary Wang was indeed worthy to be at Yan Sui's side for fully managing to break the cold air. He still had the ideals of a steadfast Guhui Ji [1] "warrior." He quickly curbed his look, and then took a few steps forward, "Madame Su wanted to invite you for afternoon tea."
([1]「骨灰级」"Guhui Ji" is a new term widely used in the online game world. It refers to a gamer who is loyal to play a particular game since the first day the game was issued even after many updates and modifications. – Baidu Encyclopedia)
The Su family was a well-known noble family of scholars in Haicheng. Madame Su's fame and reputation in the noble circle was excellent. She and his late grandmother were Shoupa Jiaos [2]. In the present time, it was called bosom friends. Yan Sui had to give her this honor.
([2]「手帕交」"Shoupa Jiao" refers to the close, deep friendship of female friends. Its meaning is equal to bosom friends. In China's upper class society, women often devote themselves to the same-sex relationship with spiritual love, such as between young and niece, aristocratic women and friends. The two women, who likes each other, usually were sworn to the Sisters of Jinlan. The two women were called "Qi Ruo Jin Lan" and also called "Shoupa Jiao." -Baidu Encyclopedia)
"Okay."
When he said this, his face was completely indifferent, and there was no such thing as a soft control when he called Meng Ting.
This was actually the usual Yan Sui. Compared to ordinary people, he was more like a machine that worked all the time. His calculations were as accurate as a machine's. There were some human feelings, but they were too faint to be perceived. Therefore, no matter if it would be Gu Lang or Secretary Wang, they would be so shocked when they came across the special case of Meng Ting.
With regard to Madame Su's purpose, Yan Sui was well aware that she was coming for Su Siyu.
Even if he was not satisfied with Meng Ting, he was unlikely to marry Su Siyu, and he was excluded by He Wan herself out of his marriage candidate list.
It was two o'clock in the afternoon when Yan Sui arrived at the cafe on time, but Old Lady Su had already arrived.
She was dressed in an indigo cheongsam (T/N: Traditional Chinese clothes for women). She had a sense of detachment from time and space, and she was 60 years old already. She was no longer young, but that unusual lingering charm did not fade away on her face.
She was a very classy elder, but right now, Yan Sui could not understand why she wanted to participate in his marriage.
"I've kept you waiting." Yan Sui slightly nodded, then he sat down.
Madame Su smiled and shook her head. "No, I came early."
She looked around. Her eyes revealed a trace of nostalgia, "This restaurant has been here for a long time. I used to come here with your grandmother everyday to chat and drink tea. She's always showed off to me that she has an obedient and intelligent grandson."
Talking about the elder who raised Yan Sui, his indifferent look also eased a little, but the easing was not much.
Madame Su looked at him and gently sighed. She had a feeling to say something, but this time she rather kept it for herself.
Madame Su restrained showing emotions on her face, looked at the reserved Yan Sui, and spoke out her purpose for coming today, "Sui'er, how do you see Siyu?"
As a matter of fact, for Yan Sui, what Madame Su had asked for really did not matter. Yan Sui, from the age of twenty years, had assumed the role of being the Yans' patriarch, and it had been eight years now. All of his body and mind were committed to their family business that was entrusted to him by his father.
He actually lived up to the expectations. With the Yans climbing the social ladder one step higher, they became a genuine top wealthy and influential clan in Haicheng who was worthy of their name.
On the other hand, eight years ago, the fourteen-year-old Su Siyu was just officially recognized back to the Su Family. After that, from the age of sixteen, he began to recklessly engage in various sensual occasions. Scandalous news came out one after another. They may have known each other, but they have never been in contact.
Even his appearance, in Yan Sui's mind was also vague. If not because He Wan previously wanted him to marry Su Siyu, he would not be interested in knowing exactly what kind of person he was.
This question that Madame Su asked about, he also could not answer, but did not intend to answer down to her own meaning.
"Madame, I guess you didn't know, my mother has decided to marry me to the Seventh Young Master of the Meng Family. The wedding is scheduled on the seventh of the next month."
Today was the twenty-third of June and it would be on the seventh of the following month. It did not even reach half a month. He Wan scheduled it this way because she was afraid that Yan Sui would suddenly back out of it, but this would be the last time that he allowed her to overstep the boundary, and since it was permissible, there would be no such thing as going back.
The marriage's overall look was not too hurried. It was originally prepared for the Su Family's Su Siyu, now only being replaced by the Meng Family's Meng Ting.
Madame Su's face froze. It was because she had never heard about any Seventh Young Master from the Meng Family. Of course, she did not have any doubts about Yan Sui's words. He would not go so far as to fabricate a marriage to dodge her.
"Siyu told me that he fell in love with you at first sight. He's willing to change his heart for you, willing to disconnect with his past, willing to…"
Madame Su was unable to finish what she was saying. Yan Sui heard what she said but there was not a single trace of change countenance on his face, perhaps because of her, he did not show his disdain. Some people could change for the better, but that also could not erase the absurdities that once existed.
Yan Sui originally did not particularly care about Su Siyu's past. Since he was the one that He Wan came up with for the strategic pass, until he met Meng Ting. He seemed to be really not too pleased with Su Siyu, and the important thing was that he knew that he and Meng Ting oversaw Su Siyu and Meng Qi break up.
No matter how one would look at Su Siyu or Meng Qi's temperament, for quite a long time, both of them would be in a "lotus root snaps but its fibres do not break [1]" situation. Although he may not care much, he would also feel annoyed. There would absolutely be no "obedient" Meng Ting that would spare him the trouble.
([1] The lotus root snaps but its fibres don't break. — (of lovers, etc.) still in contact though seemingly separated; separated but still in each other's thoughts)
Yan Sui, after facing Madame Su, suddenly realized how good Meng Ting was. It was an empty feeling… No, he liked him.
"Sui'er, marriage isn't a child's play, it needs a serious decision, it's a life-long contract," Madam Su was concerned about how He Wan managed things. She was unable to put up with it any longer. It was for the sake of Su Siyu, and also for the sake of an old friend's grandson — Yan Sui.
Yan Sui was silent for a moment, and then he replied to Madame Su's words, "I know, at least for me, I'll carry the responsibility that I ought to carry, but now, that man is the Seventh Young Master of the Meng Family."
In other words, no matter who married him, he would not avoid his responsibility, even if it would be the likes of He Wan. Drawing a clear bottom line, he would not give up the responsibility when it was unbearable.
Understanding the meaning of Yan Sui's words, Madame Su once again heaved a sigh, but it was because she felt sorry for Su Siyu. Yan Sui had underlined to take the responsibility upon himself. He would indeed be a pretty good husband.
"He can come to realize the truth in time. You don't have to worry about his future going bad. Following me into the mire-like Yan Family isn't necessarily as jolly as he thought."
Yan Sui also said those words because of what Madame Su had said, but the discussion had already ended there. It was not necessary to continue this topic.
Madame Su lightly nodded, and Yan Sui said a few words more. This meeting was over.
Madame Su still wanted to sit in the cafe for a while. Yan Sui stood up and left. Just when he almost reached the door, he came across a very exquisite person. This exquisiteness was not only evident in his appearance, but also in his apparel and in his disposition. He was truly a refined wealthy young master.
"Yan…"
He had not finished calling Yan Sui's name yet when Yan Sui turned sideways. He did not even exchange a bit of a greeting and immediately left.
He just glanced over coldly as if he did not know him and did not recognize him in general. They already agreed upon the marriage to that extent previously. It was impossible that Yan Sui had not seen his picture, and impossible that he could not recognize him. This kind of ignorance gave Su Siyu a very bad feeling.
When he was dumbfounded and could not believe it, Yan Sui already got in the car, and in an instant, disappeared in the end of the street.