Beloved Marriage in High Society - Chapter 62.2
“I can’t give birth to your child, but I don’t want anybody else to give birth to your child either.”
Be it Meng Qin or other women he didn’t know, Meng Ting didn’t want them to give birth to Yan Sui’s child. He felt selfish when he said this, but this was what he really thought in his mind, and he didn’t want to hide it from Yan Sui.
“Like I said, there will be no third person between us besides you and me, and that includes children.”
Yan Sui brought that up a long time ago. It’s not because he loved Meng Ting so much that there was no room for a third person at that time, but he was certain for a long time that he wouldn’t have children of his own in this life.
As for the Yan family’s inheritance, there were so many people in the Yan family that he would choose a person to train at the right time, but it’s still early for now.
Meng Ting was so focused on Yan Sui that he forgot about Yan Manjia, who was with them in the study. He followed his heart and pounced on Yan Sui after hearing what Yan Sui said. Yan Sui caught him, but the two fell back down on the couch. Soon, Meng Ting ferociously kissed Yan Sui.
Yan Manjia looked away, speechlessly and enviously. She believed that she too would have been moved by Yan Sui’s words if she put herself in Meng Ting’s shoes.
Meng Ting’s heart gradually calmed down. Only then was he suddenly remembered that he and Yan Sui were not alone in the study, and Yan Manjia, their elder, was there too. Because he remembered Yan Manjia’s presence, Meng Ting was even more embarrassed to come out of Yan Sui’s arms. He hid his head and gently pinched the ticklish part on the side of Yan Sui’s waist.
Yan Sui held back his facial muscles to avoid showing a strange look. He looked at Yan Manjia and smiled helplessly. Yan Manjia nodded understandingly and remained silent. She then got up and left the study.
The door to the study opened and shut. It took some time before Meng Ting raised his head from Yan Sui’s arms, and he frowned, “I accidentally forgot my aunt.”
Yan Sui hugged Meng Ting when he wanted to sit up straight. He then kissed Meng Ting on the cheek, “It’s okay. My aunt doesn’t mind.”
“Okay.” Meng Ting replied. After a brief pause, he pounced on Yan Sui. He leaned against Yan Sui’s chest and wrapped his hands around Yan Sui, “Yan Sui, it’s good that we love each other, right?”
“Yes.” Yan Sui answered, and he caressed Meng Ting’s face. When Meng Ting nuzzled up against him, his chest, which was leaned against by Meng Ting, turned into a soft patch of puddle. Instead of sitting up, Yan Sui let Meng Ting tangle with him, and he spoke.
“Regardless of what they said, mistakes like this will never happen to us.”
He Wan wanted to reuse her old tricks, but with previous experiences of Yan Yu and He Yue, how could Yan Sui not be on guard?
“Okay.” Meng Ting replied softly, and he moved upwards to the position where he could kiss Yan Sui’s chin. His lips brushed across Yan Sui’s chin, and his eyebrows were slightly curved. The way he looked at Yan Sui made him look obedient and beautiful.
Yan Sui’s mind suddenly froze, and his Adam’s apple couldn’t help rolling up and down. He then whispered, “Come up a little more.”
Meng Ting blinked at what Yan Sui said and then obediently went up. He stopped when his lips could touch Yan Sui’s lips.
His eyes attentively stared at them. Yan Sui’s lips were light in color, and the temperature was not too high. Meng Ting could see his white teeth through the small gap.
Meng Ting got a little closer, and he kissed Yan Sui on the lips. He searched for a gap to enter, and he kissed Yan Sui earnestly.
The tip of his tongue licked and explored Yan Sui’s mouth, chasing his tongue for some time, then wandering lazily afterward. Yan Sui couldn’t think calmly because of the heated kiss as he looked at Meng Ting’s attentive and emotional look. Although he couldn’t hear it or feel it, he knew that Meng Ting’s heartbeat was roughly the same as his.
Meng Ting’s tongue withdrew from Yan Sui’s mouth, but his cheek continued to press against Yan Sui. He tried to gather his breath and mind, but when he came back to his senses, Yan Sui almost stripped off all of his clothes.
He went from pressing Yan Sui to lying down on the couch. His eyes blinked and blinked again, and only then did he realize he had been staring into spaces for a while.
He rubbed his foot against Yan Sui’s thigh, “Let’s hurry. I still want to eat Nanny Wang’s sweet and sour pork ribs.”
This dish would lose its deliciousness if kept aside for a long time. But he also wanted to make out with Yan Sui, so they had to finish as soon as possible.
“Everything else is easy to do, but this is a little difficult.” Yan Sui didn’t give Meng Ting any chance to hesitate before kissing him. Yan Sui used his kiss to thoroughly drive away Meng Ting’s gluttonous worms that were spoiling the atmosphere. It wasn’t until they were done kissing that Yan Sui comforted, “I’ll cook for you later.”
Meng Ting complimented Zhen Han on his steak last night. Although Yan Sui said nothing, he was more or less concerned about it in his heart. Washing his hands to make soup for Meng Ting was already on his schedule after all.
(Washing his hands to make soup: A Chinese proverb that describes how a person is willing to give up his/her superior living conditions for their lovers/ behave recklessly for the sake of love)
Meng Ting couldn’t care less about replying. His cheeks and body were flushed, and his body’s reaction was certainly more straightforward than his heart. He lifted up the leg and placed it on Yan Sui. After a while, Meng Ting whispered, “Yan Sui, I want it.”
Yan Sui’s eyes, which were already slightly red because of restraining himself, reddened when he heard what Meng Ting said. What Meng Ting said was adding fuel to the fire.
“Repeat what you just said….”
“Yan Sui, I like to ** with you.” Meng Ting said bluntly. He then moved closer and kissed Yan Sui’s earlobe, and his kiss slowly went downward. Yan Sui pressed Meng Ting’s shoulder and adjusted to a suitable position. Just as Meng Ting requested, their body and mind thoroughly united.
The couch would always be no better than the bed. Meng Ting was knocked till he was sliding off the couch. But when the two were about to reach the ground, Yan Sui would pull Meng Ting back in time. Meng Ting’s mood rose and fell, and his eyes were wide open from time to time.
His disoriented mind was rushed to cloud nine for a moment and then pulled back to reality when he was about to fall. In a daze, he finally understood the feeling of excitement.
At first, he was still thinking of Nanny Wang’s sweet and sour pork ribs. Even if he had returned to his senses, he could no longer think much of the dish. He leaned against Yan Sui, and from time to time, he rubbed against him or touched him while mumbling to himself. He didn’t hide his joy at all.
“What are you mumbling about?” Yan Sui looked down and rubbed against Meng Ting’s hair. He too was enjoying the affection as much as Meng Ting did.
“No, it’s just that….. I like you so much that I don’t even know what to tell you.’ Meng Ting said as he pulled Yan Sui down to “chirp” on his lips. Feeling that it was not enough, he gave him two and three more pecks.
“I know. With this way, I can know.” Yan Sui hugged him, feeling more and more reluctant to part with him.
Meng Ting pondered on what “this way” meant for a moment. His long eyelashes quivered as he asked tentatively, “So is “this way”…. **? Why don’t we do it again?”
He felt that one round was not enough to convey his love and affection for Yan Sui, and that two rounds didn’t seem to be enough too. But engaging in debauchery was bad for their health. It wasn’t a good idea to do many times in a day. Meng Ting felt a little nerve-racking when he thought about it.
The look of Yan Sui trying hard to restrain himself resurfaced again. He raised Meng Ting’s chin and kissed him ferociously on the lips, but he dared not to stay on the couch with Meng Ting. If they stayed like this, things would have ended up like what Meng Ting said, doing it again.
“Let’s eat first, and we’ll talk about it at night.”
Meng Ting nodded hesitantly. He had “not enough” written all over his face.
Yan Sui looked at the tip of his eyebrow and changed his sentence. Instead of saying “talk about it at night”, he said, “We’ll do it again at night.”
“Two rounds are not enough to express my fondness, but we have an entire lifetime together. Adding all of them together should be enough……”
Meng Ting finally understood, and he placed his arms around Yan Sui’s neck as he spoke. His soft voice once again stirred up the waves in the clear and crystalline heart of the person beside him.
Yan Sui hugged Meng Ting for a long time before answering, “Until then, if you think it’s still not enough, we’ll meet again in our next life.”
Yan Sui never thought that he would like someone to the point of agreeing to meet in their next life. But right now, those words came out naturally.
“Alright.” Meng Ting answered. He then released Yan Sui and asked Yan Sui to clothe him.
The two men returned to the bathroom of their bedroom to clean before going downstairs.
Yan Manjia stopped waiting for them. She grabbed a plate and walked to the couch to watch television while eating. When Yan Sui and Meng Ting came downstairs, she glanced at them and continued to eat on the couch.
Although it was left aside for a while, the sweet and sour pork ribs still tasted delicious. Since Meng Ting had exercised, it digested the dessert he ate before. His appetite became better, and he stopped after eating three and a half bowls of rice. Even after returning from a walk with Yan Sui, Meng Ting was semi-paralyzed on the couch on the other side of Yan Manjia while holding his stomach.
When Yan Manjia looked over, Meng Ting explained to her, “I’m not stuffed. My legs are just sore…..”
Yan Manjia looked like her face was about to explode. Meng Ting felt that his “sore legs” meant nothing else, but Yan Manjia knew what it meant!
But when she watched Meng Ting’s sincere expression, Yan Manjia could only cry and grunt in her heart.
“Come here, Furball. Give me a hug!”
“Meow,” Furball answered when it heard someone call its name, but it didn’t come to Yan Manjia. It walked around the couch and finally climbed onto the back of Rhubarb, who was resting. Rhubarb opened its eyes and closed it again after seeing it was Furball.
Yan Manjia rolled her eyes at the ceiling. She was stuffed with dog food by Meng Ting and then was stuffed again by Furball and Rhubarb.
“Hmph.” Yan Manjia grunted. She then stood up and went about her own business.
She asked someone to clean up a room on the first floor for her studio when she came back. There was a large window facing the flower bed that Meng Ting made in the backyard. The view was breathtaking, and right now, she was busy working in the studio.
Yan Sui came in from outside after answering a phone call. Meng Ting saw him and immediately moved aside for him. After Yan Sui sat down, Meng Ting hung his leg on Yan Sui’s lap, “Sore…..”
Yan Sui didn’t answer him, but his hand naturally massaged Meng Ting’s leg. When Zhen Han and Gu Lang arrived, they saw Yan Sui’s filial look, and the two couldn’t resist rolling their eyes.
“Nanny Wang, get us something to eat. We haven’t eaten yet.”
Zhen Han’s hospital is busy on weekends. Gu Lang came to see him and waited for him for quite some time. The two didn’t bother to drive to other places for food as they were willing to come over to the old mansion to eat since the mansion now felt different from before.
Of course, as expected, they had to watch the lovey-dovey couple.
Meng Ting wanted to put his leg back down when he saw the two. But not only did Yan Sui hold down his leg, but he also lifted Meng Ting’s other leg and continued to massage him. As a result, Meng Ting’s eyes drifted away while watching television.
While Zhen Han and Gu Lang ate, Meng Ting gradually calmed down, but he stopped watching the television. Instead, he looked at Yan Sui, and he spoke in a low voice.
“Aunt wants to surprise cousin, so we have to keep it a secret for the time being.”
Meng Ting said as he tapped his index finger on his lips. When Yan Sui looked over, he tapped his fingers on Yan Sui’s lips as well.
After Yan Sui nodded, Meng Ting’s eyes bent into a crescent, and he gently poked Yan Sui’s cheek before withdrawing his hand.
“I’m much better now. You don’t have to massage me.”
When it was just the two of them, Meng Ting rarely cared about their actions, but he wasn’t that relaxed when outsiders were present.
“It doesn’t matter.” Yan Sui continued to massage Meng Ting’s calf. He spent the afternoon shopping with Yan Manjia today, and they made out after coming back. After dinner, they went to take a walk. Even if Meng Ting didn’t say that his legs were sore, Yan Sui would massage him too.
Meng Ting glanced at Zhen Han and Gu Lang again and then nodded, “That’s right, we’re a married couple. Intimacy is supposed to be normal.” Besides, they were in his and Yan Sui’s home, and what they did would not be a hindrance to others at all. Yan Sui was right to say that it didn’t matter.
Yan Sui couldn’t refrain from raising his hand to tap the tip of Meng Ting’s nose when he heard what Meng Ting said. The smell of pampering made the two people at the dinner table roll their eyes.
Meng Ting didn’t notice their movements and naturally didn’t worry about them. After he figured it out, he calmed down and continued to enjoy Yan Sui’s more and more professional leg massage. Yan Sui made sure that Meng Ting was comfortable before letting go of his legs. As soon as he reached out his hands, he took Meng Ting back into his arms.
Zhen Han and Gu Lang spent half an hour finishing their food. They came and sat down, but nobody spoke because Meng Ting, who Yan Sui held, felt drowsy again. His eyes opened and closed a number of times, and it took him some time to fully close them.
Yan Sui waved his hand. Zhen Han found a thin blanket when he looked to his side and handed it to Yan Sui. Yan Sui covered Meng Ting with it and adjusted his position for Meng Ting to sleep in a more comfortable position.
“Don’t you want to carry him upstairs?” Zhen Han couldn’t resist asking.
Yan Sui hesitated and shook his head, “It doesn’t matter. He won’t wake up.”
Zhen Han and Gu Lang looked at each other for a moment, and they didn’t care about it anymore, but they controlled the volume of their voices.
“My family held a banquet yesterday, and Old Master Su brought Su Yang there.” Gu Lang said, then explained, “The illegitimate son he brought back a while ago.”
“Yeah, they came to see me.” Yan Sui nodded, and he continued, “The Su family…… We can’t touch them yet.”