Beloved Marriage in High Society

Chapter 40.2 : It's a good thing you're not related to the Mengs

Yan Sui, with eyes still closed, raised his hand, groping. He touched Meng Ting's cheeks first. After receiving a gentle rub from Meng Ting, only then did he open his eyes.

He sat up and turned his head to look at Meng Ting. He observed him carefully, then pulled his hand over. "Feeling numb?"

Meng Ting looked at Yan Sui with slightly red cheeks, then he nodded honestly.

"It doesn't matter. I like it when you're leaning on me."

Meng Ting's affection came completely from his heart. Yan Sui had slept well, and hearing Meng Ting's words, his mood further improved. He rubbed his hand, pulled him over and kissed him on the lips. "Let's get out of the car."

"Okay," Meng Ting answered as his cheeks blushed even more. He felt that ever since the day they married, Yan Sui had become slightly more passionate toward him. Kisses and hugs were no longer abstained in front of others, probably because they were married. It was great to be married.

The corners of Meng Ting's mouth overflowed with smiles when he thought about it. After Yan Sui left slightly ahead, he followed up and dropped a kiss on Yan Sui's lips. His brows curved and as if sunlight sprinkled all over the whole person; it felt warm and clean.

"This is Rose Manor. Just now, the one who brought those men to welcome us and take care of the manor was Uncle Li, Li Yuan."

Yan Sui led Meng Ting along, while introducing the Rose Manor to him. The reason why it was called Rose Manor was because the manor had nearly ten acres of rose flower fields. The beautiful landscape aside, these flowers were supplied to the perfume factory annually and the profit was enough to preserve the maintenance of this ancient manor and the wages of the servants.

For the members of the Yan family, generally speaking, this was merely a beautiful place to spend their vacation in F Country. The annual profit was regarded as a bonus that would be distributed to the servants of the manor. The hope to earn a fortune never crossed their minds.

After Yan Sui finished explaining to Meng Ting, he looked at him, then asked in a low voice, "Do you like it?"

Meng Ting leaned forward slightly to touch the white rose by the side of the stony road. He got closer once again to smell it. The smile on his face grew even brighter. He tilted his head to look at Yan Sui. "Can I pick it?"

"All this is ours, of course you can."

Meng Ting put forth a little strength with his thumb and middle finger, then he held the stalk and snapped it off. He put the rose up against the tip of his nose and smelled it again. After that, he nodded. "I like it."

"Cough," Yan Sui coughed softly and his gaze slightly staggered. After that, he continued to lead Meng Ting along. That scene of Meng Ting bowing his head and smelling the flower dazzled him. The feeling of Meng Ting, with or without the flowers, was very different, but Yan Sui used these differences to conclude that Meng Ting liked the flowers very much.

Although Yan Sui had never lived in Rose Manor, there was a room that belonged to him. After he decided to bring Meng Ting here, the manor had been cleaned inside out more than once, let alone their room.

"In the next few days, the cook, the bodyguards, and the people who take care of the flower fields will stay. The rest can take a vacation. You, too."

Yan Sui said this to Uncle Li as soon as he approached them. He did not even want to see his cousin when he brought Meng Ting here. He also did not like too many people passing by in front of him. Furthermore, he could clearly feel that Meng Ting was somewhat unadaptable to a new environment.