Beloved Marriage in High Society

Chapter 48.1 : Love is you. You're my love. All my love is you.

Yan Sui put his bowl down. He somewhat had the urge to take the boy with him to the company every morning. Right now, Meng Ting still stayed at home and would go back to school one month later. Maybe he should go to this school to snatch the boy away.

While Meng Ting was eating the half-bowl of porridge, the sound of high heels stepping on the marble floor came in the direction of the drawing room's door. Yan Sui sat still and did not stand up. Meng Ting glanced at Yan Sui, who still immersed himself in eating his porridge. He did not even look at the door.

Yan Manjia moved to the Yans' seaside villa the next day after they left the country for their honeymoon. She would come back for dinner every Saturday night. Otherwise, it was unlikely for her to come over. Even if she comes over, she would notify Uncle Xiao and Nanny Wang in advance. Zhen Han returned to his pet clinic ahead of her and besides, he would not wear high-heeled shoes.

In that case, to come over on a Monday, wearing high-heeled shoes—the only one who would tread on the floor with an imposing manner was none other than Yan Sui's mother—He Wan.

Meng Ting could guess who came here in such a short time, let alone Yan Sui. Not only did he know it was He Wan, he also knew why she came and why she was angry.

He Wan was wearing a light cyan cheong sam and was carrying a white handbag. Her hair was tied up and her makeup was exquisite and decent, which clearly manifested the "gentle" temperament she desired. However, none of this gentle facade was left when she threw her handbag to the large bowl of porridge on the dining table.

This was probably how women of prominent families would behave, but countryside girls would not do such a thing because they could not bear to waste food.

"Yan Sui, you're a really good person. You took him to go to my mother and angered her until she got sick!"

He Wan was trembling with anger. She pointed her thick forefinger at Yan Sui. She had little strength; otherwise, she would have probably hit the person with her handbag. Of course, she did not dare to hit Yan Sui. Since it was coming over from that direction, she obviously wanted to hit Meng Ting.

Meng Ting looked at the porridge, which was mostly covered by the handbag, with the bottom layer of the bowl untouched. He was too angry for the pork porridge, which he did not even have the time to ladle out.

"Mom!" Meng Ting grabbed Yan Sui's hand, then he raised his eyes to look at He Wan. His complexion and gaze were all cold.

"I'm not your mother!" Every time He Wan heard Meng Ting call her mother, she had to hold her pent-up anger back and should not show her anger no matter what.

"Oh, if you say so. It's great not to have to call you mother," Meng Ting voiced out the big truth in his heart, but he also deliberately wanted to get angry at He Wan. "When you came home last time, you won't talk about leftovers and now you're ruining food. Did Grandma and Grandpa teach you? If not, then it's because you yourself didn't learn from good examples."

Meng Ting could not figure out why He Wan had such a bad habit of spoiling food. She held the identity of an elder in the family after all. Meng Ting was panting with rage, though he already said enough to make his point. He held the bowl of porridge up together with the handbag, then placed them altogether on the ground.

"Rhubarb."

He shouted and Rhubarb, who was lying on the sofa, came over immediately after it heard him.

"Eat this. Let's not waste food."

Rhubarb was very obedient. After it licked three to five times with its long tongue, the porridge in the bowl and even the porridge grains on the handbag, were all gone.