Once the door opened, most of the guests who had arrived earlier, gathered around to see them. Meng Ting's face suddenly blushed even more, but instead of trying to go down from Yan Sui's back, he continued to wrap his arms around Yan Sui's neck. Then he broke the silence that was becoming more and more awkward.
"Hello everyone."
"Hello, Sister-in-Law!"
Shi He and Gu Lang came so early. They wanted to help Yan Sui greet the guests. However, they never thought that as soon as they met him, he would stick dog food on their faces, let alone Meng Ting was on Yan Sui's back. He was in his wedding clothes, shyly blushing and looking handsome. There was no indisposed feeling even for a bit. He was visually attractive and admirable.
Yan Sui came out with Meng Ting on his back, and of course he was not afraid of being seen by others. His hands continued to hold up Meng Ting's legs firmly as he nodded at them. After exchanging greetings, he continued walking down the stairs.
Meng Ting found that it was somewhat embarrassing to lean on Yan Sui's neck. He endured all kinds of gazes for the whole journey together with Yan Sui.
Although he was embarrassed, his hands and feet did not intend to release the man as well. A sheet of marriage certificate was not enough. After today's wedding, all of those people should be aware that Yan Sui was his. Only he could make Yan Sui carry someone on his back like this and he would only allow Yan Sui to carry him.
"Am I heavy?" Meng Ting whispered in Yan Sui's ear. He was leaning too close that his lips brushed on Yan Sui's earlobes, which subtly made it a little ruddy.
"Not heavy." Yan Sui endured the ticklish feeling and answered Meng Ting's words softly. His steps were steady and vigorous. His breathing was still even. Even if he carried the boy with one hand, he would not have much difficulty, let alone if he carried the boy on his back.
The corners of Meng Ting's mouth curved up into a smile. He rubbed his face on Yan Sui, "Then carry me on your back, okay?" He thought about it once again and added, "I really like it."
"Okay," answered Yan Sui with an even softer look.
The appearance of Yan Sui and Meng Ting whispering naturally to each other fell upon everyone's eyes, but they did not mind anything at all; except having admiration and blessings. They did not know Meng Ting. Naturally, they did not think that he had anything good, but who made him lucky? Who made Yan Sui like him?
Uncle Xiao opened the room that was locked on the east side of the first floor yesterday. The room was styled with old-fashioned decorations, giving it an inexplicable sense of solemnity. In addition to this, there was also a row of antiques and a jade vase there at the side. They were all treasures that could not be found at an auction.
However, this room was opened today, not to show people these treasures. They were mere decorations. In the innermost part of this room, there was a huge altar table attached to the wall. There were many memorial tablets on top of it since the Song Dynasty. These were for all of the ancestors of the Yans, including Yan Sui's grandparents.
When Yan Sui said that he would bring Meng Ting to see his family's successive generations of ancestors, it was not an exaggeration in the least bit.
On the other side of the case was a bookshelf, which had a pale-yellow book on top of it. This held the record of all the deeds of the Yans' ancestors. It was quite spectacular. This room could not be opened at will. Since Yan Sui married today, it was only opened again for a while.
Several elders from the collateral line of the Yan's clan and those with identity in Haicheng came in. Like Gu Lang and Shi He, the younger generations were only allowed to watch by the doorway. Yan Manjia, who was dressed up, and He Wan, who was late, also stopped by the doorway.
Yan Sui carried Meng Ting all the way to the door before putting the boy down. Everyone whispered around them. The couple only knew that they were talking, but as for what they had said, they were not able to catch it. Meng Ting was like this, and so was Yan Sui.
They went in through this doorway, kowtowed, and paid their respects with the joss sticks. They were the married couple who were recognized by the ancestors of the Yans. If there was no change, they would be buried together after death. Both in life and in death, they would be together. This kind of agreement was enough for them to become the closest person to each other's life.
Meng Ting took the initiative and outstretched his hand. Yan Sui held on to his outstretched hand and together, they pressed forward.
Meng Ting, who did not have much knowledge about this kind of ritual, felt at this moment that a couple who gets married becomes the closest relatives and this also concluded the most important agreement, so they needed to be cautious like this. It was so grand. This was not only for the outsiders to see, but also for him and Yan Sui to treat each other earnestly.
He suddenly realized that it was somewhat late, but not too late.
A white-haired, white-bearded old man stood beside the altar table with the numerous memorial tablets. When he saw Yan Sui and Meng Ting walked over, his serious look eased up a little bit. He turned around and took some joss sticks, which he handed over first to Yan Sui, then to Meng Ting.
"From now on, your name will be recorded in the genealogical record of the clan."
This remark was clearly addressed to Meng Ting. He earnestly nodded to the old man.
The old man's expression did not change. After he took a step back, he said loudly, "First kowtow. Kneel then kowtow."
Two praying mats were neatly arranged earlier. Yan Sui was on the left while Meng Ting was on the right. In accordance with the old man's instructions, they knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, completing the kowtow ceremony for the patriarch's wife's first entry in the genealogical record.
When the last kowtow was completed, Yan Sui stood up first then bent over and helped Meng Ting up. They faced the old man together. Yan Sui introduced Meng Ting, "This is my great uncle."
"Hello Great Uncle." Meng Ting greeted the old man.
The Great Uncle nodded gently and lighted a joss stick. He bowed and inserted it into the joss stick pot. After that he turned around and answered Meng Ting, "The master's husband doesn't need to stand on ceremony. You and the patriarch must take good care of the family."
This was the elder's advice. Meng Ting naturally did not have any objection. He nodded, "I'll work hard."
Basically, he would work hard not to give Yan Sui more troubles. Meng Ting was quite clear about his position.
After that, everyone who entered the room ignited their own joss sticks, and they all came over to meet Meng Ting, one by one. They mostly said something similar to the great uncle's words, and Meng Ting also responded to them, one by one.
They were so respectful toward Meng Ting. In fact, this attitude they showed was not related to Yan Sui's deed before of giving Meng Ting stocks in the company. The world's bustling was all for gaining benefits. This sentence applies in ancient and modern times and was also tried in this family.
After this ceremony was done, the time was about 10 a.m. The official wedding ceremony was at 3 p.m. It was said to be the most auspicious time of the day. Now was regarded as still too early, and it was also still more than an hour before lunch. Yan Sui wanted leisure time and took Meng Ting to their wedding room, which was originally Yan Sui's room, to rest for a while first.
"Are you tired?" Both of them sat down on the sofa as Yan Sui asked this question to Meng Ting. This was also the first time for Yan Sui to go through this kind of numerous and complex ceremony, and he felt that it was very special. However, he was afraid that Meng Ting was tired since this was his first time meeting so many people he did not know.
Meng Ting measured Yan Sui with his eyes several times, then gently shook his head, "I'm not tired doing anything with you."
He was telling the truth. In his opinion, Yan Sui might be more tired than him. "Are you tired? Do you want to lean on me?" Meng Ting asked as he patted his not-so-broad shoulder. Yan Sui hesitated a little, but Meng Ting took the initiative to press his head, "You can do things like leaning on me since we have a relationship. I'm willing to let you lean on me."
Like himself, he also felt shy and embarrassed once in a while, but he still remained faithful to his own heart. That kind of feeling of wanting to be close to Yan Sui—he thought that Yan Sui could also be like this to him, so he wanted him to lean on him.
Because of Meng Ting's natural tone, Yan Sui did not bother to be at a loss. He did not have a broad shoulder to lean on, nor would it be particularly comfortable to lean on his shoulder, but the light smile that evoked the corners of his mouth could not be dispersed.
���Today will be busy. In the evening, we'll pack up since we'll have an early flight tomorrow. We'll go abroad to have some fun and have a good rest, too."
Meng Ting digested this information properly for a while. Only after he mulled over it did he understand what Yan Sui meant, but he did not immediately say if it was all right or not. He turned his head, and embraced Yan Sui with both of his hands, then he softly asked, "Is it okay for us to leave the house like this? Won't it be hard for you?"
Yan Sui felt sorry for him and he also felt sorry for Yan Sui.
"I don't mind it. I just want to be with you."
If he can go out to have some fun with Yan Sui, of course it would be good. However, if it makes Yan Sui exhausted and causes him trouble, Meng Ting was more willing to be a little bit conservative and keep watch over Yan Sui well so that they could live together for a long time.
Yan Sui raised his hand and held on to Meng Ting's arm, then he slowly slid his hand down and held Meng Ting's right hand. After that, he lifted it up and kissed the back of Meng Ting's hand.
"The house will be alright and I also don't find it exhausting. I've already arranged it. You should accompany me to go on a vacation."
Yan Sui could march through the business world unhindered. He was probably the best at judging people. Naturally, he could also sense the caution behind Meng Ting's words. Meng Ting still had some parts that he could not completely reveal to Yan Sui. This part that Meng Ting himself was not aware of, he also had it in himself. They still needed some time.
Yan Sui understands this, but he did not have a sense of urgency for this, since he and Meng Ting had already progressed fast enough.
Meng Ting looked at the back of his hand which Yan Sui held. With blushing cheeks, he softly said, "Okay."
Yan Sui slowly sat up and stood up again. He thought that it was almost time. He took Meng Ting down, but when he looked back, he saw Meng Ting's cheeks filled with blush, which looked even redder than his clothes. His heart suddenly lost its rhythm. It seemed to be fast and yet so slow.
Meng Ting looked up and his eyes met with Yan Sui's. He blinked and slightly turned his head. After that, his eyes lit up and his cheeks became a little redder. He was uncertain and seemed to be genuine, "Do you want to kiss me? Then kiss me."
He said as he slightly lifted his chin and gazed over with a passionate look. He turned up his sexiness to the extreme that anyone could not help but be entrance by him. Whether Meng Ting intentionally seduced him or not, Yan Sui admitted that he was aroused by this.
His gaze fell on Meng Ting's slightly pouty cherry-colored lips, then caressed Meng Ting's cheeks, and bent down. Meng Ting was not mistaken, Yan Sui wanted to kiss him.
Meng Ting raised his hand and tugged on the corner of Yan Sui's wedding clothes. The tighter he pinched, the more he lost his strength.
From bending over, Yan Sui sat back on the sofa. He weighed down on the boy, causing him to slide to one side. Meng Ting lied down on the sofa. He was slightly leaning on Meng Ting's body. After that, he held on to the boy's hand and lifted it up over Meng Ting's head. Meng Ting did not know when his feet where on Yan Sui's waist.
One could not say that it was a light kiss and up until now, it was almost in extreme disorder. Meng Ting had no intention to stop. Yan Sui was powerless.
Once their lips got separated, Yan Sui fixed his gaze at the boy with his slightly red eyes. He distinguished Meng Ting's facial features one by one. After that, he kept his memory of each and every part of Meng Ting's face locked deep in his mind and carved them in his heart.
Meng Ting slightly narrowed his eyes. He was still entranced in the pleasant lingering effect of their fervent kiss, but there was a clear figure within his line of sight. Of course, it was Yan Sui…his Yan Sui.
His breathing slightly eased up. Meng Ting was about to move but he found out that he himself could not move. He looked at Yan Sui, then he lifted up his hand that was not seized by Yan Sui, and touched Yan Sui's cheek gently, "Restrain yourself. I'll help you tonight."
This kiss stirred both of their desires, but his passion had already dissipated, while Yan Sui's had not.
He was not aware that his words would only make it even harder for Yan Sui to control himself.
Meng Ting felt that Yan Sui looked so handsome like this. His other hand broke free, then he wrapped it around Yan Sui's neck. After that he raised his face and suddenly landed a kiss on Yan Sui's cheek. He looked at him again, and another kissing sound was heard on Yan Sui's other cheek.
His brows and eyes curved. He felt very happy, "Yan Sui, I like you so much."
Yan Sui's eyes darkened a little and his breathing became unstable once again. He felt a certain part of his body grow more and more.
"Meng Ting…"
"I'm here." Meng Ting absolutely did not think that Yan Sui was terrifying. He likes him even though he emits a terrifying aura sometimes. Meng Ting likes it, too. He rubbed against the man like a little critter. He felt that, no matter what, he would not get bored of doing this to the man.
He pecked on the man a few times, then he kissed Yan Sui again.
The kissing sound tickled the man's ears and also tickled his heart. Yan Sui searched for the buttons on Meng Ting's clothes with his hands. It did not take long for him to undo a row of them. The bright red color on Meng Ting's cheeks that had already dissipated had painted his cheeks once again. However, he just watched and did not stop Yan Sui at all.
Yan Sui's kiss fell on Meng Ting's neck. It felt hot and ticklish. Meng Ting could not bear with it. He laughed a few times, "Ah, it tickles!"
Yan Sui did not stop. His kiss was fine and dense. In the end, his kiss landed on Meng Ting's back wherein half of his clothes had been stripped. Yan Sui could see some scars still remained but these did not affect the beauty of Meng Ting's back. His skin was white and his figure was well-proportioned. Yan Sui's kiss fell on those scars. At times, it was gentle and at times, it was longer.
Meng Ting leaned on the sofa. Once in a while when he could not endure the tickling, he would let out a few snickers, but in general, he felt quite comfortable being kissed.
He turned his head and could only see Yan Sui's hair. He whispered his doubt and asked, "Do you like kissing that much?"
In Meng Ting's point of view, 'giving a hand' was supposed to be straight to the point. He had no idea about foreplay. He felt comfortable being kissed, but he was unconvinced of Yan Sui's feelings, so he asked this.
"It tickles…!" Meng Ting stretched out his hand to cover his sensitive part. Unfortunately, Yan Sui held him tightly and did not let him go. Half of his body felt weak because of this. He could not resist Yan Sui at all. He was only able to continue protesting, "Yan Sui, it tickles!"
Well, it was a punishment for Meng Ting because he aroused him again. When Yan Sui let go of him, half of Meng Ting's clothes practically fell off. However, before he could continue, there was the sound of the door knob turning, and from the edge of his line of sight, he could see that the door of their bedroom was being opened.
Yan Sui clearly remembers that when he took Meng Ting back to their room, he had locked the door. Where did the person outside get the key to open the door? He could not think this over. He pulled Meng Ting's clothes up, then he immediately turned his back over, and let Meng Ting hide first in his arms.
After that, he turned his head and growled, "Get out…get out of here!"
There was no doubt that Yan Sui was angry. The person who opened the door outside to come in obviously did not expect that Yan Sui would be here. The door was half opened, but there was no one who dared to continue opening it.
"Aunty, what are you doing here? There's quite a few madams and ladies who wanted to talk to you."
Zhen Han's voice suddenly emerged at the doorway and with his sharp eyes and deft hands, he immediately closed the door. Yan Sui was angry. No matter what Yan Sui was doing with Meng Ting in the room, no matter if others were allowed to see it or not, and no matter who they were, they still need to be sensible.
Yan Sui's expression remained cold for a long time after the door was closed. His gaze softened a little when he looked at Meng Ting who obediently shrunk in his embrace, but after that, he became even angrier.
When he was very intimate with Meng Ting, he already stripped half of Meng Ting's clothes. How could he let others see this?
Yan Sui carried Meng Ting up again and walked over to the bed, then he placed him on the bed. After that, he personally helped Meng Ting wear his clothes properly again. He reviewed what just happened and explained in a low voice, "I wasn't angry with you."
Meng Ting nodded. He stretched out his hand on Yan Sui's chest, "I know, but I also did something bad."
When Yan Sui wanted to kiss him, he did not stop him. This was what Meng Ting meant as the part that he mostly was not good at.
"Don't be angry. We'll kiss again tonight."
"Be good. I'll kiss you."
Yan Sui looked at the boy. The anger that was hanging in midair had dissipated. He stretched out his hand and ruffled Meng Ting's hair and obediently went back to being sane again, but he was still going to find out about this issue. "Okay."