Beloved Marriage in High Society

Chapter 42.3 - I'm not sympathetic nor kind-hearted

"Is Haicheng fun? My mother's also Xianese. She and my father first met in Haicheng. I've never been there."

Yan Shuya adjusted a little and butted in again. Normally, he was not so inconsiderate like this. It was just that he was really angered by Meng Ting today and he was very curious about Yan Sui. Yan Sui was someone who could sit on the same level as Yan Zhenbo...no, he was someone who could influence his opinion.

Yan Sui was still so young and good-looking. He was more outstanding and dignified than anyone that Yan Shuya had ever met.

Meng Ting grasped Yan Sui's hand firmly, frowned, and turned to look at Yan Shuya. His voice got a little colder as well when he said, "Both of your mother and father know Haicheng. Why don't you ask them?"

"You're so strange!"

If it were not for Yan Shuya and Yan Sui's generation gap and Yan Shuya calling them Uncle and Aunt, Meng Ting would have suspected that he was coveting his Yan Sui.

Yan Sui still did not look at Yan Shuya. He raised his hand and ruffled Meng Ting's hair. "Let's go back to our room."

Meng Ting looked back at Yan Sui and nodded. "Okay."

Previously, Yan Shuya looked on helplessly when Yan Sui shut the door. Now, he looked on helplessly as Yan Sui took the boy away.

"What Uncle and Aunt...F Country's Yan clan and Haicheng's Yan clan have long been apart for three generations."

Therefore, it was no surprise that he had taken fancy of his "Uncle" Yan Sui. Furthermore, there were relatives of the Yans who already got married to nobles of F Country.

After Yan Shuya muttered, he got up and answered a phone call, "Mom, Dad went to see Grandpa. The banquet won't be a problem."

When Yan Shuya spoke to the person on the phone, there was no gentleness, but he was quite calm. He tapped his fingers on the table, then smiled and said, "You're going to be the wife of the Yan branch family's patriarch soon. This is what you deserve..."

Yan Sui said that he wanted to return to their room but did not do so. He had been here several times and was still familiar with the way. He took Meng Ting for a walk to the parterre on the other side.

"What did you two talk about earlier?"

From a distance, he could see what Meng Ting was doing earlier, but as for what he and Yan Shuya were talking about, Yan Sui could not tell.

Now that he thought about it, he and Meng Ting were nearly ten years apart. Seeing Meng Ting with his peers, there was a sudden surge of indescribable anxiety in him. He was afraid that there would come a day when Meng Ting would dislike him for his age.

Meng Ting held Yan Sui's hand very tightly. When he was asked this question, he reached over with his other hand as well to hold on to Yan Sui's hand, then he thoroughly retold his conversation with Yan Shuya earlier.

After he retold what happened, he summed up his behavior earlier with one sentence, "I was neither sympathetic nor kindhearted."

He did not feel that Yan Shuya was pitiful. Such a thing like sympathy, perhaps he was born without it. Kindness...he probably did not have those as well for he often fought with others.