Beloved Marriage in High Society

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

Up until now, he was only looking around and yet, the boy had stuck close to him. The manor clearly pleased Meng Ting's heart. It was the people here that made him uncomfortable.

Li Yuan was taken aback before he responded, "Understood." Yan Sui was the master; what he said goes.

He led Yan Sui and Meng Ting to their room, then went back downstairs to arrange the days off for the dozens of people in the manor.

The pale golden European style decorations seemed to have returned to the Middle Ages. Meng Ting looked around and pulled Yan Sui toward their bed. Then, he half-pulled Yan Sui and half-threw him down on the bed. His furry head rested on Yan Sui's chest and his hands held him tightly. He looked up and kissed Yan Sui. It did not matter where they were.

This whole journey, from getting on the flight to coming here, took almost a whole day; during which, he could not be intimate with Yan Sui at all. He could not help it for a long time and now that it was their hard-to-come-by moment to be alone, naturally, he would not hide it. He only wanted to get as much loving as possible.

"When they're looking at me, I can't kiss you."

Yan Sui held Meng Ting up, then shifted his head into his gaze; once again, both men gradually got closer to each other and exchanged a vigorous kiss that was filled with gentleness and sweetness.

Meng Ting's cheeks blushed harder as he snuggled against Yan Sui's cheeks. The smile on his face could not be restrained.

"We'll have dinner in a moment. After that, I'll take you to the flower fields to have a walk. Starting tomorrow, let's have some fun in the village nearby first."

Meng Ting moved closer and rubbed his nose tip against Yan Sui's nose. "I'll listen to you."

Yan Sui's intention was for him to have fun and eat well, this he could feel it. Since they were already here, naturally, they should enjoy to the fullest.

Both kissed and embraced each other for quite a while before they got up and went downstairs to eat. Dinner was not served inside the manor; instead, it was served at the lakeside behind the ancient manor. The sunset shone obliquely, and as far as their eyes could see, the whole place was poetic and picturesque.

Generally speaking, neither Yan Sui nor Meng Ting were aesthetically perceptive. However, coming to such a scenic place with the person they liked, even if originally they could not comprehend it, they would be able to at this moment. This was because they felt that the person in the scenery was more beautiful and so, the scenery was beautified as well.

Meng Ting was not picky about food. He could eat these Western cuisines but disliked that each portion was so small. The dishes were served one after another as he ate continuously. It took him an hour and a half to be full.

Yan Sui took the napkin and wiped the corners of Meng Ting's mouth, then he led him toward the flower fields.

In Meng Ting's hand were an extra basket and a pair of scissors. He was elated that he could bring back the flowers that he liked.

Specialized florists were also employed in the flower fields. Seeing Meng Ting holding a pair of scissors, their eyes unconsciously stayed on him. However, it was not long before they found out that Meng Ting did not act recklessly; instead, his technique was quite exquisite. Cut and snap, he trimmed off two leaves, then placed the flowers into the basket.

Yan Sui stretched out his hand to hold the flower basket. Meng Ting concentrated on selecting and collecting the flowers until the basket was gradually filled up.

"What are you smelling?" Yan Sui softly asked Meng Ting. He sniffed every flower before he trimmed it, but don't all roses smell the same?

Meng Ting heard the question but did not turn back. He continued to sniff. "Even if it's the same kind of flower, each of them has a distinct fragrance. It's just like we're all humans, but we all look different from each other."

He got up and placed the flowers into the basket that Yan Sui was holding. There was a faint and special smile on his face. "I'm picking the flowers that are both pretty and fragrant."

Yan Sui did not really understand it, but he still followed behind Meng Ting, and did not interrupt him again.

He could see that these flowers were quite special to Meng Ting. There was a kind of an uncontrollable love and intimacy, and it was similar to how he treated Rhubarb and Furball. At a closer look, the more careful he was toward Rhubarb and Furball, the more skillful he was with these flowers.

One walk around the flower fields and the basket was already packed. Meng Ting broke off some vines from the roadside, knelt down on the grass, took the basket and spread out the flowers. After that, he picked them up, one by one, and used the vines to bind them. It did not take a long time before those flowers were arranged into a large bundle.

Holding the white roses, he looked toward Yan Sui, and then extended his ring-donning hand to him. Yan Sui reached out and pulled him up.

"This is for you." Meng Ting's gaze did not part from Yan Sui. He handed over the bouquet in his hand to him.

These were the flowers from their own house, and yet he could make the scent of the flowers more fragrant and comforting. With effort, he reckoned with his heart.