Beloved Marriage in High Society

Chapter 41.3 : This night was their actual wedding night

Chapter 41.3 : This night was their actual wedding night

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung, Let4

Proofreader: KainGuru

The original plan was to stay in Rose Manor for five days then return to F Country's capital for another two days. Despite their plans, Yan Sui received an invitation from his elder cousin yesterday. He unexpectedly acknowledged a son and, in this banquet, he was going to rectify his son's name.

If Yan Sui was not in F Country, his men stationed here would send congratulatory gifts in his stead. However, since he was here in person, then things had to be done differently.

They got up at five o'clock and, as always, Yan Sui was the one packing up. Meng Ting went to the flower fields to take a walk. He picked a bunch of flowers before coming back because he was itching to do so.

"If only I can make perfume from these, then it'll be nice..."

Meng Ting looked at the bouquet in his hand and suddenly uttered such a line ruefully, in which he, himself, was dumbfounded.

Originally, he had decided that he absolutely would never touch anything remotely related to perfume in this life again, yet when he looked at these flowers and sensed that Yan Sui liked them, he unwittingly took his chances on them once again.

Yan Sui came out from the living room and searched around once before he found his target sitting on a long rattan chair beside the flowing lake. Meng Ting was holding a bunch of white roses while his mind had wandered elsewhere.

Yan Sui approached and stood in front of Meng Ting, ruffling his hair. His voice was deep and gentle, "What's the matter? Reluctant to leave? Let's come here every July from now on. We'll stay as long as you want."

Having heard what he said, Meng Ting gradually focused his sight. He slowly came closer and looked into Yan Sui's eyes. He asked him earnestly, "Do you like the flowers I picked for you? Do you like their scent?"

Having heard what he said, Yan Sui lowered his head and tried smelling it carefully. "I like it."

Meng Ting's handpicked bouquet was very special. Yan Sui could not say that he did not like it. Although he had never been given flowers nor had he used any perfume before, he still liked it.

Meng Ting looked down at the white roses then laughed. "It doesn't suit you. In the future, I'll give you better ones."

Meng Ting, who was talking like this, was quite charming. Although Yan Sui could not explain clearly why he was charming, he was bewildered by it. He looked slightly to the side. When Meng Ting sensed this, he moved closer and kissed him on his cheek.

Little by little, he straightened his body as he stood up. Meng Ting shoved the bouquet at Yan Sui. Before Yan Sui could even hold it properly, Meng Ting closed in once again and directly kissed him on the lips. He kissed Yan Sui very earnestly—even more earnest than any of his previous kisses.

When he was picking the flowers earlier, he also tasted it. His mouth was filled with some fragrance of roses, filling the kiss with fragrance. This was the kiss with the sweetest aftertaste before their departure from Rose Manor.