BMHS : Chapter 6.1 - The first love sentence of his life, "You have to eat well."
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: chiangyushien, Renkun27
Proofreader: Lonelycauliflower
"Today, I'll also go back to the old house. Seventh brother, sit with me." While he was speaking to Feng Zejiao, Meng Qi glanced and still could only see the top of Meng Ting's bowed head.
For Feng Zejiao, Meng Qi's willingness to go back to the old house made her naturally pleased. Meng Qi wanted to talk to Meng Ting. She also could not find any reason to refute. In fact, all the more did she feel that this foolish, slow-witted boy's luck was pretty good. Both Gu Lang and Meng Qi had a good impression of him.
However, Meng Ting was quite sure that he did not want to sit together with Meng Qi, who forcibly kissed a man and even groped him. That had a great impact on Meng Ting so he shook his head. "I'll sit with you," he said to Feng Zejiao.
After Meng Qi was finished talking, he went to the car that Meng Ting and Feng Zejiao got in.
The end result, however, had not changed a thing. Feng Zejiao was coaxed by Meng Qi to sit in his car. In the end, he sat beside Meng Ting. After that, Meng Qi looked at him with a doting face, as if he was looking at a wayward little lover. He was very clingy.
Eventually, Meng Ting lifted his eyes to look at him. It was a strange and puzzling sight. He thought Meng Qi's expression was rather strange, but he had nothing more to say.
"Hey, turn around and let me take a look."
Meng Ting heard what Meng Qi had said so he immediately turned his head. His eyes were indifferent, but his body was indistinctly on the lookout. If this Meng Qi dares to flirt with him, Meng Ting guaranteed he would definitely give him a deep impression.
Firstly, he was not as impressive as Yan Sui. He was sitting too casually which easily exposed his weak points. Meng Ting was more than seventy percent sure that he could make a move to oppose him.
Fortunately, Meng Qi was only brave enough to be interested in his face for the time being. Meng Ting was not communicative. He also could not find a reason to force him to be. Admiring his eyes, Meng Qi thought of some beautiful woman who dumped him.
"Heartless beauty, I don't know whether you're also like this or not?" Meng Qi asked.
Meng Ting did not reply to what he said. He just fixed his eyes to stare at Meng Qi, but his eyes were erratic. Meng Qi could feel that although Meng Ting was looking at him, his mind had long drifted away.
Meng Qi measured Meng Ting with his eyes again and looked at him a few times, and then he stopped looking. He was a soulless beauty, and was actually boring. He still could not compare to a certain someone who dumped him. This made him think about Su Siyu again. Meng Qi also did not make fun of Meng Ting's mood anymore.
When they returned to the Meng's residence, it was almost dawn. Everyone dispersed.
After taking a bath, Meng Ting's thoughts were like an awful pile of mess. He then stumbled to sleep. He woke up on time the next morning at half past five. He went out for a jog then came back. He picked up two sandwiches and milk, because he did not intend to go out of the door again.
An hour later, he received breakfast and a mobile phone from the person named Gu Lang who had been sent by Yan Sui. A servant in the Meng's residence delivered it to him. Meng Ting was very nervous when he took it, but the servant bent forward to bow and she did not say anything.
He was dazed for a long time. He was completely at peace down in his heart. After that, he took the food box to the center of the table with great care.
He plopped on the bed and turned on the phone. Of course, the first contact was Yan Sui. Meng Ting also knew these two characters - Yan Sui. He played with the phone for a long time. Suddenly, the phone rang, scaring him so that the phone almost flew out of his hands.
Meng Ting tapped on the answer key, then put the phone next to his ear, "Hello?"
"It's me," the voice of a matured man sounded in his ear, and Meng Ting's eyes immediately lit up.
"Yan Sui!"
Meng Ting was very happy to call Yan Sui's name. Then he wrapped his body in a quilt and curled up, but he immediately lowered his voice right after that. He was afraid that his conversation with Yan Sui would be heard by other people.
"I've received the meal that you've sent for me, and also the phone."
"You haven't eaten it?" Yan Sui was also unable to say for sure why he made this phone call, but after hearing Meng Ting's voice, his heart calmed down. He was his soon-wedded wife. A phone call would not be surprising.
For a moment, Meng Ting hesitated to tell him the truth.
"I want to keep it for lunch, I already ate a sandwich."
In fact, he went to get sandwiches, mainly because he was afraid that the meal that Yan Sui wanted to send him could not reach the Meng's residence. The bottom line was because he still did not believe Yan Sui. He felt a loss of guilt.
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure if you'd send it or not. I'll go ahead and eat it first."
Holding on to his phone as he spoke, Yan Sui could not help but raise the tip of his eyebrows. Listening to his voice, he could almost visualize Meng Ting's guilty look. However, they actually only met each other yesterday, but he was unexpectedly so impressed with him.
"You can't eat anymore?"
"I can eat more." Meng Ting was still telling the truth. The big portion of fried rice with egg yesterday had completely exposed his appetite. Maybe after being starved for too many times, Meng Ting was not sure when he would be able to eat enough. He had already developed the habit of saving his food.
BMHS : Chapter 6.2 - The first lovesentence of his life, "You have to eat well."
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: chiangyushien , Renkun27
Proofreader: lonelycauliflower
"Then eat it. I'll have someone send you another one at noon, and if I forget, you can give me a call."
After saying this, Yan Sui once again heard Meng Ting's sincere words: "It's really good. Yan Sui, you're really nice, it's so good to marry you." He really wanted to marry him right now.
Not far away, Secretary Wang stood in front of Yan Sui, who swept his eyes at him. Actually, he was startled by his boss's smile. From whom did he receive this call? He smiled so sweetly! His boss's smile was so dazzling so that Secretary Wang's eyes were blinded!
"Hurry up and go eat it. The porridge must be getting cold by now." Yan Sui's smile soon disappeared.
He gave secretary Wang a sleepy, muddled look. Was it just a figment of his own imagination? But, he was quite sure he did not misinterpret what he saw. His age-old iceberg boss smiled, and it was even the sweet and gentle kind.
This was a goblin's great feat. All of a sudden, he felt like admiring it!
"Hmm," Meng Ting answered, and then he thought for a moment, stumbling to talk about his own thoughts of his first words of love, "You also have to eat well."
"Good boy," Yan Sui suppressed the corners of his mouth from smiling, but his eyebrows softened down.
After hanging up the phone, he looked at the astonished Secretary Wang, "What's the matter?"
Secretary Wang was indeed worthy to be at Yan Sui's side for fully managing to break the cold air. He still had the ideals of a steadfast Guhui Ji [1] "warrior." He quickly curbed his look, and then took a few steps forward, "Madame Su wanted to invite you for afternoon tea."
([1]「骨灰级」"Guhui Ji" is a new term widely used in the online game world. It refers to a gamer who is loyal to play a particular game since the first day the game was issued even after many updates and modifications. - Baidu Encyclopedia)
The Su family was a well-known noble family of scholars in Haicheng. Madame Su's fame and reputation in the noble circle was excellent. She and his late grandmother were Shoupa Jiaos [2]. In the present time, it was called bosom friends. Yan Sui had to give her this honor.
([2]「手帕交」"Shoupa Jiao" refers to the close, deep friendship of female friends. Its meaning is equal to bosom friends. In China's upper class society, women often devote themselves to the same-sex relationship with spiritual love, such as between young and niece, aristocratic women and friends. The two women, who likes each other, usually were sworn to the Sisters of Jinlan. The two women were called "Qi Ruo Jin Lan" and also called "Shoupa Jiao." -Baidu Encyclopedia)
"Okay."
When he said this, his face was completely indifferent, and there was no such thing as a soft control when he called Meng Ting.
This was actually the usual Yan Sui. Compared to ordinary people, he was more like a machine that worked all the time. His calculations were as accurate as a machine's. There were some human feelings, but they were too faint to be perceived. Therefore, no matter if it would be Gu Lang or Secretary Wang, they would be so shocked when they came across the special case of Meng Ting.
With regard to Madame Su's purpose, Yan Sui was well aware that she was coming for Su Siyu.
Even if he was not satisfied with Meng Ting, he was unlikely to marry Su Siyu, and he was excluded by He Wan herself out of his marriage candidate list.
It was two o'clock in the afternoon when Yan Sui arrived at the cafe on time, but Old Lady Su had already arrived.
She was dressed in an indigo cheongsam (T/N: Traditional Chinese clothes for women). She had a sense of detachment from time and space, and she was 60 years old already. She was no longer young, but that unusual lingering charm did not fade away on her face.
She was a very classy elder, but right now, Yan Sui could not understand why she wanted to participate in his marriage.
"I've kept you waiting." Yan Sui slightly nodded, then he sat down.
Madame Su smiled and shook her head. "No, I came early."
She looked around. Her eyes revealed a trace of nostalgia, "This restaurant has been here for a long time. I used to come here with your grandmother everyday to chat and drink tea. She's always showed off to me that she has an obedient and intelligent grandson."
Talking about the elder who raised Yan Sui, his indifferent look also eased a little, but the easing was not much.
Madame Su looked at him and gently sighed. She had a feeling to say something, but this time she rather kept it for herself.
BMHS : Chapter 6.3 - The first lovesentence of his life, "You have to eat well."
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: chiangyushien, Renkun27
Proofreader: Lonelycauliflower
Madame Su restrained showing emotions on her face, looked at the reserved Yan Sui, and spoke out her purpose for coming today, "Sui'er, how do you see Siyu?"
As a matter of fact, for Yan Sui, what Madame Su had asked for really did not matter. Yan Sui, from the age of twenty years, had assumed the role of being the Yans' patriarch, and it had been eight years now. All of his body and mind were committed to their family business that was entrusted to him by his father.
He actually lived up to the expectations. With the Yans climbing the social ladder one step higher, they became a genuine top wealthy and influential clan in Haicheng who was worthy of their name.
On the other hand, eight years ago, the fourteen-year-old Su Siyu was just officially recognized back to the Su Family. After that, from the age of sixteen, he began to recklessly engage in various sensual occasions. Scandalous news came out one after another. They may have known each other, but they have never been in contact.
Even his appearance, in Yan Sui's mind was also vague. If not because He Wan previously wanted him to marry Su Siyu, he would not be interested in knowing exactly what kind of person he was.
This question that Madame Su asked about, he also could not answer, but did not intend to answer down to her own meaning.
"Madame, I guess you didn't know, my mother has decided to marry me to the Seventh Young Master of the Meng Family. The wedding is scheduled on the seventh of the next month."
Today was the twenty-third of June and it would be on the seventh of the following month. It did not even reach half a month. He Wan scheduled it this way because she was afraid that Yan Sui would suddenly back out of it, but this would be the last time that he allowed her to overstep the boundary, and since it was permissible, there would be no such thing as going back.
The marriage's overall look was not too hurried. It was originally prepared for the Su Family's Su Siyu, now only being replaced by the Meng Family's Meng Ting.
Madame Su's face froze. It was because she had never heard about any Seventh Young Master from the Meng Family. Of course, she did not have any doubts about Yan Sui's words. He would not go so far as to fabricate a marriage to dodge her.
"Siyu told me that he fell in love with you at first sight. He's willing to change his heart for you, willing to disconnect with his past, willing to..."
Madame Su was unable to finish what she was saying. Yan Sui heard what she said but there was not a single trace of change countenance on his face, perhaps because of her, he did not show his disdain. Some people could change for the better, but that also could not erase the absurdities that once existed.
Yan Sui originally did not particularly care about Su Siyu's past. Since he was the one that He Wan came up with for the strategic pass, until he met Meng Ting. He seemed to be really not too pleased with Su Siyu, and the important thing was that he knew that he and Meng Ting oversaw Su Siyu and Meng Qi break up.
No matter how one would look at Su Siyu or Meng Qi's temperament, for quite a long time, both of them would be in a "lotus root snaps but its fibres do not break [1]" situation. Although he may not care much, he would also feel annoyed. There would absolutely be no "obedient" Meng Ting that would spare him the trouble.
([1] The lotus root snaps but its fibres don't break. - (of lovers, etc.) still in contact though seemingly separated; separated but still in each other's thoughts)
Yan Sui, after facing Madame Su, suddenly realized how good Meng Ting was. It was an empty feeling... No, he liked him.
"Sui'er, marriage isn't a child's play, it needs a serious decision, it's a life-long contract," Madam Su was concerned about how He Wan managed things. She was unable to put up with it any longer. It was for the sake of Su Siyu, and also for the sake of an old friend's grandson - Yan Sui.
Yan Sui was silent for a moment, and then he replied to Madame Su's words, "I know, at least for me, I'll carry the responsibility that I ought to carry, but now, that man is the Seventh Young Master of the Meng Family."
In other words, no matter who married him, he would not avoid his responsibility, even if it would be the likes of He Wan. Drawing a clear bottom line, he would not give up the responsibility when it was unbearable.
Understanding the meaning of Yan Sui's words, Madame Su once again heaved a sigh, but it was because she felt sorry for Su Siyu. Yan Sui had underlined to take the responsibility upon himself. He would indeed be a pretty good husband.
"He can come to realize the truth in time. You don't have to worry about his future going bad. Following me into the mire-like Yan Family isn't necessarily as jolly as he thought."
Yan Sui also said those words because of what Madame Su had said, but the discussion had already ended there. It was not necessary to continue this topic.
Madame Su lightly nodded, and Yan Sui said a few words more. This meeting was over.
Madame Su still wanted to sit in the cafe for a while. Yan Sui stood up and left. Just when he almost reached the door, he came across a very exquisite person. This exquisiteness was not only evident in his appearance, but also in his apparel and in his disposition. He was truly a refined wealthy young master.
"Yan..."
He had not finished calling Yan Sui's name yet when Yan Sui turned sideways. He did not even exchange a bit of a greeting and immediately left.
He just glanced over coldly as if he did not know him and did not recognize him in general. They already agreed upon the marriage to that extent previously. It was impossible that Yan Sui had not seen his picture, and impossible that he could not recognize him. This kind of ignorance gave Su Siyu a very bad feeling.
When he was dumbfounded and could not believe it, Yan Sui already got in the car, and in an instant, disappeared in the end of the street.
BHMS: Chapter 7.1 - I'd like to say thatI fought for you, Yan Sui.
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: chiangyushien , Renkun27
Proofreader: lonelycauliflower
Su Siyu stood there for a long time, before he turned around to push the door and entered the cafe. In this situation, he then knew the reason from Madame Su why Yan Sui ignored him.
Beforehand, he was so happy to have the prenuptial. Now, he just had so much regret. He originally wanted to save some of Yan Sui's impression of him. He did not expect that He Wan would have such evil intentions. He linked a lot of things together, and he was finally able to see it. He used to not care too much about Yan Sui.
"It's not that you're not good, but because you... suddenly changed for the better."
That was what made He Wan dissatisfied. At this stage, Yan Sui could not completely break off his relationship with He Wan, and would not refuse the marriage she had arranged for him. With his temperament, it was quite difficult to imagine who he would like, so whether it was Su Siyu or Meng Ting, there was no difference for him.
"Seventh Young Master from the Meng Family... Meng Ting...?" He had never heard of this figure in the Meng Family before. Perhaps, the Mengs had always had this illegitimate child, but his existence in the family records was obscure, or his own impression of his existence was very weak, otherwise, by means of his relationship with Meng Qi, it was impossible not to know him.
Madame Su looked at Su Siyu's disappointed look, but all the more was she convinced that he had once told her that he really fell for Yan Sui and that he wanted to live well with him. In the end, they were destined to meet but not fated to be together.
"It's good that you're changing for the better. I'll look for somebody else for you."
Su Siyu was the type of person who would really need someone to take care of him. If he would look for it by himself, it would be the same as loafing about as he once had. She might as well as come and look after him. The background would not be as good as Yan Sui's, but would not also be too different as his. The most important thing was that the character should be appealing.
However, Su Siyu shook his head. His facial expression was full of strong unwillingness, then he whispered, "There's still a chance, there is."
He looked at Madame Su again and his tone eased up a bit, "I'm still young and there's no need to hurry."
Nowadays, it was considered normal for a man to be married at the age of thirty years. He was just twenty-two years old. He need not to worry at all. Furthermore, it was mainly because he was convinced that Yan Sui and that no-one-knows-which-corner-he-came-out-from Meng Ting would not last long. It would be just like them previously.
By that time, it would be his chance.
Maybe, it would be better this way.
The still-not-married, and the one that was firmly believed that would be divorced from the main lead, Meng Ting, at noon time, sure enough received the lunch that was sent to him by Yan Sui. A large portion of rice, with two meat dishes and two vegetable soup. It was all packed up using an insulated box. It was steaming hot and extremely appetizing.
In addition to these, there was also a portion of afternoon tea.
Perhaps Yan Sui had a deep impression toward Meng Ting's words "big portion," so that he sent all of these in big portions without exception.
Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Meng Ting, scoop after scoop, dug into a lunchbox-sized chocolate cake, until there was nothing left, and then he rubbed his belly. He also did not forget to express his gratitude toward the person who had given him this food. He wanted to thank him but he could not plainly say 'thank you.' This was rather difficult for Meng Ting to say.
He pondered for a moment. While he was just editing a text message and had not send it, his doorbell rang.
Meng Ting pretended he did not hear it. He continued hesitating for a moment and then hit send. Just then, he got up to open the door.
The door was slightly opened with a little slit. After he took a glimpse, Meng Ting was about to slam the door shut again, but it was stopper by the person outside.
"Little Seventh, I'm your big brother!"
Meng Qi's voice was somewhat serious. Seeing that Meng Ting no longer resisted, he satisfactorily let go. After he had let go, he took a step back, and once again, the door slammed shut. Meng Qi touched his nose. He had never been so disgraced like this before.
Meng Qi continued to stand back. He leaned on the wall at the side, and kicked the door, "Little Seventh, I'm here to help Uncle Wen pass a message, are you sure you want to hide ..."
He had not yet finished his words when the door was opened again. Meng Ting came out the door with a white-hooded sweatshirt, slightly curly short hair, along with his footsteps gently swaying. At that time, there was a kind of soft and gentle feeling that was beyond words, bewitching the person in front of him to step forward and lightly touch him to hold him close.
All the more did it make him fix his stare until he was rendered speechless. That was still the same face from last night under the dim light. Meng Qi already perceived his face was really good-looking. Now in the daylight, he seemed to be two times more beautiful, his cheeks were ruddy, and his lips were plump enough to satisfy one's fill. Not only was his eyes were good-looking, even his lips were also good-looking.
At first, Meng Qi was only bored so he wanted to come and tease Meng Ting; however, he now really felt he was bewitched.
Almost without hesitations, he drew near and evoked an unrestrained smile of a bewildered person, while on the other hand, he took advantage of Meng Ting's body. He lowered his head. His lips had not yet touched his beautiful Seventh Brother's lips when his tummy was severely punched. In a flash, it was extremely painful. This even made him scream but not to call out. Suddenly he also dropped those charming thoughts due to the deadly pain.
Author: Chai Jidan
Translator: chiangyushien , Renkun27
Proofreader: Zeraphiel25 , KainGuru
The waning moon looked as if it was a hook, the pitch-dark night sky was embellished with a few wisps of light mist, and the swaying, falling gardenia flowers exuded a sweet scent of desolation. The Third Prince sat on the bed, quietly watching that quiet face immersed in sleep.
"Third Prince, our relationship is so good. The Third Prince is the person that I like the most..."
A sentence that was casually said when in a pressing situation had now lingered in the Third Prince's chest. Just like the delicate fragrance of the night flowers outside, it would be impossible to get rid of for a long time.
Could it be that he really lost his memory? Has he forgotten the humiliation and torment that the Third Prince once gave him and only remembered that he was Mu Xueshi's savior? If so, then this would be the reasonable explanation for the kind of words that Mu Xueshi had just said, and the reason why, not long ago, he gave the Third Prince that Glistening Honey Locust with sincere eyes.
Should I be flattered? Is that a fluke? For he had not even a word to bestow upon me.
The Third Prince grinned a few times. That was clearly impossible. He was not the kind of person who would be easily moved. At the age of fifteen, the Third Prince led his troops to withstand the raid in the foot of a mountain in the North. When he met with an accident, it was Su Ruhan who had risked his life to break through the tight encirclement and carry the Third Prince on his own back. In that wild, mountainous region, Su Ruhan cut his own arms to quench the Third Prince's thirst. At that time, the Third Prince only smiled dryly and did not do anything else.
He raised his hand into the air. The Third Prince loathed his own little indulgence. Criminal blood flowed within Mu Xueshi's body. If he wanted to be forgiven right away, he had to drain all the blood in Mu Xueshi's body.
Some matters ought to be resolved at this moment.
The Third Prince changed into a white robe before leaving, looking coldly handsome under the moonlight. He also applied, with his own hands, a special silver film to Mu Xueshi's face. It was similar to a mask but was completely compatible with his face when applied. It did not look strange at all. If he wanted to remove the silver film, he could only do so by using the holy water from Lingzi Lake, infused with Angelica flower pollen that could be found within the Third Prince's courtyard.
If Mu Xueshi would dare flee from the courtyard, and be seen by outsiders, no one would be able to recognize him for the Third Prince had changed his face once again, and this face that was specially bestowed upon him by the Third Prince would last for a whole month.
In the last few days after the Third Prince paid a visit, Concubine Mu's condition worsened day by day. The Third Prince specially assigned someone to bring the cold medicine to Concubine Mu. Councubine Mu had it brewed every day at the same exact time as she was told. Because she felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at her in the dark all the time, even if it was extremely poisonous, she forced herself to drink it.
Suddenly, the oil lamp in Concubine Mu's room was blown out. The room became pitch black. Concubine Mu glanced around, trying to see something within the room. In Concubine Mu's eyes, the shape of that black shadow had become just like a ferocious monster, staring at her all the time.
Even the talisman underneath her pillow did not have any effect at all. Every day, full of regret, that face that she had poisoned a few decades ago would appear in her dreams at least once a day. Concubine Mu suddenly quivered. She seemed to be in a trance now. She saw a figure.
Was it an illusion again? Concubine Mu muttered to herself. Suddenly, Concubine Mu felt the presence of a face in front of her. It was extremely pale. On top of that, there were two protruding eyes that looked directly into Concubine Mu's eyes, emitting an empty gaze. Concubine Mu wanted to open her mouth, but she still could not make a sound. She spat a mouthful of blood, then fainted.
The Third Prince snuffed the life out of the maidservant with his own hands as he cast her aside, then he tapped Concubine Mu's shoulders a few times, and forced her to come to her senses.
Concubine Mu felt fear in her heart. She tried to open her eyes a little bit. The dead person's face from a moment ago had disappeared; however, another face took its place. The man's face, though familiar, was much scarier than that dead maid servant.
Concubine Mu jumped down from the bed and threw herself at the Third Prince's feet. With a hoarse voice, she loudly cried: "Look at me crying out to you for so many years, esteemed Prince, please grant me death! It's true... it has been so many years... I've had enough!"
"Whether it's enough or not, it's not you, mother, that has the final say."
The Third Prince's eyes were incomparably penetrating in the dark of the night. Concubine Mu could not see clearly what his expression was, but she could feel chill in the air from head to foot.
"But I really don't want you to live until tomorrow morning."
Hearing this sentence, Concubine Mu's wan and sallow face at long last had a trace of expression. She had never thought that she would be so hungry for death one day. She was once ambitious and proud, a stubborn temper, who would never beg for death. If one would expect her to speak soft words, she would immediately tuck her sleeve and leave. Now that she was living in the ridicule and control of others, she would be better off looking for her own death.
Author: Chai Jidan
Translator: chiangyushien , Renkun27
Proofreader: Zeraphiel25 , KainGuru
"Thank you, Royal Child!" Concubine Mu heavily knocked her forehead on the ground. It took some time before she could straighten up again.
"Mother, making my own elder kowtow before me is treason and heresy. How could mother have the heart to allow this Royal Child to bring forth such a criminal charge!" said the Third Prince as he supported Concubine Mu with his hand.
Concubine Mu just finished standing up and she saw the maidservant who was not far from her. That face was definitely the face that made her faint from fear a moment ago. As a result, Concubine Mu panicked as she clumsily fled toward the corner, while on the other hand, the Third Prince's feet were neither fast nor slow as he followed Concubine Mu's rhythm, to keep close to her side.
"You must be deceiving me..." Concubine Mu was delirious, and, while retreating, she said to herself: "I knew you couldn't let me die so easily... What a pity... The emperor's most doted on prince is not of royal blood..."
After she finished talking, Concubine Mu turned around and started laughing by herself, looking as if she was a deranged person.
The Third Prince was neither interested in her monologue nor did he have the patience to watch it.
He looked like he was performing tricks as he took a parcel out of his pocket. He laughed grimly as he handed it over to Concubine Mu.
Concubine Mu's expression changed, then she asked: "What's in the parcel?"
"Poison..." The Third Prince raised his lips, then slowly said: "This is lean meat, it's very rare, and its preparation is very meticulous, so you have to savor its taste very well. When this meat comes in contact with saliva, it will emit a distinctive taste. Not only will you eat it up with gusto, but you will also have unexpected results."
"What results?" Concubine Mu asked while her shoulders trembled.
"Isn't it that mother is most afraid of snake worms? In a moment, they'll smell its scent and crawl into you. Little insects from breeding will break out from inside your body for these snake worms to feed on, and when that moment comes, you won't be lonely anymore."
That instant, Concubine Mu's round eyes opened wide, her pupils dilated in fear, and her lips became cyanotic, just like a living zombie.
"Don't think about killing yourself. I already blocked all of your body's acupuncture points. Even your eyes won't close. From now until morning, there's still a few hours and that would be enough for you to think and slowly realize, mother, that your humble child is filial enough, right?"
The Third Prince's ghastly voice gave way for Concubine Mu to collapse in an instant. She shook her head as she refused to take the Third Prince's parcel that contained the lean meat, and then she reached out and dug her own eyes out. In a short while, tears of blood swept over Concubine Mu's face, she growled, and rolled on the ground.
"If you don't eat it, your daughter will eat it for you," the Third Prince said with a deadpan face.
Concubine Mu's screaming ceased abruptly. She was like a fool as she searched and reached for the parcel on the ground, and soon afterwards, she tried to find the piece of hard meat inside. Concubine Mu looked like a hungry deranged beggar as she grabbed a few pieces and stuffed them into her mouth.
Early in the morning, the moment that the first ray of sunshine entered the Calm Mist Room, the parcel on the ground was as empty as anything. Concubine Mu's body had been like a sticky rice dumpling. All of her limbs' flesh were eaten off by snake worms, leaving only the white bones. Her face was riddled with bugs, and there were snake worms crawling slowly. The maidservant just entered the room to help Concubine Mu put on her clothes. When she saw what was on the ground, she suddenly vomited at the door, then her eyelids turned over and passed out.
"Will you let me see my daughter again?" Concubine Mu's throat had been bitten by the insects. She could only send out raucous breathing sounds.
The Third Prince had a leisurely face while he sat alongside on the black bamboo chair. He laughed and said: "Aren't you afraid your daughter will be scared to death? Besides, can you still see?"
"Just, just let her stand outside the door and say a word, I beg you, I know I'm greedy..."
Concubine Mu had not finished talking when the Third Prince coldly interrupted her, "She can't come..."
Concubine Mu's expression on her face could not be seen clearly, but her whole body was twitching up and down, and her tattered lips stirred up and down.
The Third Prince was not moved in the slightest. His face was still calm, then he said: "You've just eaten her. Wouldn't it be better to throw up what you just ate? You'll be mother and daughter in the afterlife, but in this lifetime, I'm the only knot in your heart..."
But Concubine Mu was already dead on the ground and thus concluded the seemingly endless night.
In a few more moments, the sky suddenly cleared up. Bright morning light entered the Calm Mist Room, and the birds sang and flowers gave forth fragrance as it would on a fine spring day [2]. The Third Prince remembered his childhood when he was chasing butterflies here. During that time, Concubine Mu always had a smile on her face and would call him Jue'er - that was his pet name. He had no idea how many years it has been since someone called him by that name.
([2] An idiom which pertains to the scene of an intoxicatingly beautiful spring day)
BHMS : Chapter 7.2 - I'd like to saythat I fought for you, Yan Sui.
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: chiangyushien , windam2611 , Renkun27
Proofreader: lonelycauliflower
After Meng Ting punched him, he looked at Meng Qi with that kind of indifferent and innocent look in his eyes. He managed to ignore him, then he found his way down the stairs.
There he found out from Uncle Wen that Meng Qi actually did not lie to him. In passing, he acknowledged why they were looking for him. It turned out that the Mengs would be back in the evening, which also includes people from his biological father's side of the family.
He was walking in the Mengs' flower garden, when suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated. His whole person also seemed to have come to a stop. It took a long time before he could take the phone out because he was a little nervous. He did not know whether Yan Sui was able to understand the meaning of his text message or not.
"I know."
Only four very simple words [1], but it made Meng Ting's eyes squint up to a smile.
([1] Refers to "I know." There are actually four characters for this sentence - 我知道了)
He edited the text message, and only he himself would feel how profound it was so that it was difficult to understand.
"Yan Sui, you're so good to me, later on, I'll be good to you, too."
Meng Ting thought this was just a mild and roundabout way to express his gratitude, but he did not know that he was getting into someone's eyes, and that he was already entangled in a very touching love story, even if Meng Ting's intention of implementing it was for the sake of returning the favor for the satisfying meal.
Just when Meng Ting was pleased with his rare progress, his phone started vibrating once more, it was actually Yan Sui again.
"Yan Sui!"
Meng Ting's voice was full of surprise, and he was really happy that Yan Sui gave him a call, which was more realistic than texting.
"Hmm," Yan Sui responded with a low tone of voice, and then put the sound right again, "Later on, if you have something you wanted to tell me, just give me a call."
Meng Ting was in a daze for a little while before he could think through and understand the meaning of Yan Sui's words. He paused, and then he repeated his words in the last text message he sent to Yan Sui, "Yan Sui, you're so good to me, later on, I'll be good to you, too."
Yan Sui's purpose for this call, from the current point of view, was clear enough. His purpose was to listen to Meng Ting saying these words with his own ears. After hearing it with his own ears, he thought it might be better talking in person, but that would come a little later.
Thinking of this, Yan Sui's ears suddenly became very red, but the thought of Meng Ting to him yesterday with a tactful confession, he did not think he wanted to wait too long.
"I never tell lies," Meng Ting did not forget to add a few more words, "And ... I'm a bit slow-witted, it may take a long time before I can understand what I want to say, will you dislike it?"
"No," Yan Sui immediately said. He thought that if Meng Ting was in front of him, he probably could not help but ruffle his hair. He said again, "I won't."
He did not dislike it. He would even like it.
Meng Ting asked himself and pondered for a while, to make sure what could be said and what could not, then he lowered his voice, "Yan Sui, as long as you like me, I'll like you, too."
Yan Sui coughed as a response but it was Meng Ting's two "likes" that shocked him. However, he could not deny that he did not like Meng Ting at first. Yet, he found that he started to like him more and more. Meng Ting looked up to see a black-faced Meng Qi approaching him. He held the phone tighter and said, "Meng Qi's coming to me, looking for a fight. Once I win, I'll call you back."
Yan Sui paused, "Don't disconnect the phone, keep it connected."
"Okay", Meng Ting had decided to listen to Yan Sui since last night. Naturally, he would listen to him this time, too.
He put the phone in his pocket, stood still, and continued looking at Meng Qi as he approached.
Meng Ting gave him that punch earlier. Even though he was still in pain, after recovering a little, he naturally came to give a little lesson to his beautiful brother.
"Little Seventh, do you know what will happen if the Old Master finds out that you laid your hand on your elder brother?"
Meng Qi said this with a cold look on his face as he approached Meng Ting in three steps before stopping.
That punch was intended to warn him a little and to let him know that Meng Ting would not react well to bullying. This white rabbit with cat's claw was very interesting and not dull at all. Yet, yesterday he did not notice this at all.
"It's you who wanted to kiss me first, so I hit you!!"
Meng Ting continued to straightforwardly explain what happened. Not only for Meng Qi who was in front of him but also for Yan Sui who was on the phone. Meng Qi's abdomen was still hurting, but he could not help but laugh. On the other side, Yan Sui was holding his phone in death grip.
"Ha ha ha, Little Seventh you're so cute that I want to kiss you. Complaining to the Old Master's useless."
Meng Qi took a step closer and lowered his voice, "Not to mention... You're an illegitimate child who was only recognized two days ago, do you think the Old Master will listen to you or me?"
BHMS : Chapter 7.3 - I'd like to saythat I fought for you, Yan Sui.
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: windam2611, Renkun27
Proofreader: lonelycauliflower
Meng Ting shook his head, "I'm not him, how would I know."
Anyway, he did not ponder about this for too long. For his own good, he would not force his opinion nor try to figure out people's minds. His experiences showed that this was completely useless.
Meng Qi still felt the punch on his side. It was a wonder that yesterday, he felt that this beautiful younger brother was boring.
"Smile at me and say something nice, then I'll let go of the fact that you hit me."
To know that before he was here, no one was daring to do what Meng Ting did. In the entire Haicheng circle, only a few dared to go against him and were not afraid of paying the price.
Su Siyu was a beauty, yet his little brother was more beautiful.
Meng Ting continued to stare at him, and before long, he said, "Nice."
Meng Ting looked deadpan and serious. Meng Qi was stunned for a while and then laughed again, "Ha ha ha."
He laughed and took a step closer, intending to pat Meng Ting's hair, but unfortunately, extreme joy begets sorrow. Before his hand could even touch Meng Ting's hair, Meng Ting had already raised his hand to grab his wrist, angled his elbow and, jabbed him directly on the solar plexus, the same place where he was punched before.
Meng Qi, who was in pain, squatted on the ground. Meng Ting retreated three steps and looked at his eyes saying, "You didn't keep your words."
He said "nice." Meng Qi did not only make fun of it, but also wanted to raise his hands against him. Naturally, he would fight back.
Meng Qi took a long time to look up. He could not see Meng Ting's back anymore, "He slipped away pretty fast. This matter's not over."
Having said that, he really did not intend to find and tell the Old Master about this. He wondered, this beautiful little brother was special, he could not use the usual way to make him surrender. If he really used the Old Master to tease him, it was expected that he would suffer another punch.
Meng Ting did not want to stroll in the garden anymore. He returned directly to his room, locked his door, and took his phone out of his pocket.
"Yan Sui, are you still there?"
"Yes," Yan Sui said for the first time while holding the phone for so long. His whole body exuded a killing intent that made people want to run as if the Devil was on their heels. His secretary, who was waiting for quite a long time, did not dare to breathe let alone reporting anything.
"He's too weak, and I'll win again." Meng Ting was pleased to report the good news to Yan Sui. So far, when he encountered people, it took him five strokes to suppress them. Yan Sui was the only exception.
In front of Meng Qi, he endured it. He did not tell Meng Qi "You're too weak" but there was no problem telling Yan Sui this.
"He just wants to kiss you again?" Yan Sui asked. His body's evil aura increased by two levels.
"He reached out. I didn't want to touch him, so I punched him," Meng Ting felt vaguely concerned, "It's not good, is it?"
Meng Ting's fighting history started when he was in the orphanage. He had a dull appearance. Those tall boys not only wanted to bully him, but also wanted to grab his food. To keep his share, Meng Ting often must raise his hands against them. However, because he was not articulate enough, he could not explain the reason why he raised his hands against other people.
In the end, everything would be his fault. The yard supervisor said that the punishment for his fault was for him to stay in the black room. Yet, all he wanted was not to be robbed of food.
At first, he tried to explain why he fought. Later on, he did not care to explain why he fought. No matter what, he was always punished, and no one was defending him.
Later, he was brought back to his grandmother's house, where the town was very chaotic and some of the teenagers loved bullying him. The fights became a habit as he did not intend to be bullied. It was the same story when he was in bording school.
He systematically studied Sanda [1] afterwards. This only taught him where to hit people that would cause the most pain. His fighting skills were mainly based on his own experience accumulated over a long time.
([1] Freestyle grappling or mixed martial arts)
"No..."
Meng Ting's apology was interrupted by Yan Sui, who lowered his voice, "Don't be sorry, Meng Ting, you're in the right."
When he heard Yan Sui called his name, Meng Ting's ears suddenly felt itchy, but that feeling was overshadowed by the joy he felt when hearing Yan Sui's words.
"Thank you. You're the first one who said that when I fought." This kind of joy made Meng Ting wanted to roll around on the bed, but in the end, thinking that he was an adult, he held back. "Yan Sui, you're nice. I like you. I really like you. "
I'd like to say that I fought for you, Yan Sui.
BHMS : Chapter 8.1 - Be good, I'lldeliver some food over in a while
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: windam2611 , NancyChen3
Proofreader: KainGuru
When Yan Sui heard these words, he slowly fell back down to his seat, while the strong killing intent that was exuding from his body vanished without a trace in mere seconds. Compared to the flowers in spring that bloomed overnight, seeing what he just saw would make a person feel even more shaken up. With eyes wide open, Secretary Wang felt he saw a miracle. He never thought that this miracle would ever happen.
Who was the person on the other side of the phone? Was it the little devilish boy that made his boss smile from not long ago? What a torture this must be. One moment, this person could make his boss enraged. Then next, this person could make his boss smile. With this in mind, Secretary Wang finally began to ponder as he circled his eyeballs.
Yan Sui's gaze fell on Secretary Wang before he slightly raised his hand, but he was asked to leave instead.
Without any hesitation, Secretary Wang bowed before he withdrew from the office.
Just a moment ago, there was a split second - out of impulse - he actually wanted Secretary Wang to set up an arrangement so he could go snatch this person from the Mengs' residence.
"Meng Ting..." In a low voice, he called out his name again. He could not fully explain what he felt in his heart when Meng Ting confessed how dearly he liked him. Perhaps, it was... he was worried about Meng Ting for being so straightforward and that he could get hurt, and Yan Sui was worried about himself where he might take Meng Ting's deep affection for granted. And, there were also some rather faint and hidden fondness he had toward Meng Ting. Where he, himself could not ignore.
"Yeah?" Meng Ting was puzzled. He waited for Yan Sui to continue.
However, Yan Sui was unable to say 'I like you, too.' He felt that these words were not enough to represent his feelings and emotions [1]; to say these words over the phone was also not earnest enough. Having this in mind, he slowly let out a breath which allowed his voice to soften, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll get someone to deliver it to you."
([1] 「情感不够」It can be shortened to "the feelings and emotions were not enough". Just depends how each individual interprets these words. The author is very vague about this.)
"You don't need to deliver any to me tonight." Meng Ting's voice carried a strong sense of loss. Yan Sui thought he was disappointed because he did not hear the words he wanted to hear. As a result, Yan Sui suddenly felt he was a jerk because of Meng Ting's disappointment.
"I'm having dinner with the Mengs tonight, I think I'll be able to eat until I'm full?" He spoke from the depth of his heart that carried with deep concern and that would also make one feel he was pitiful yet funny. No matter what, he was still regarded as the Seventh Young Master of the Mengs. However, he had to rely on his future husband to smuggle food in, just so he could have a full meal.
Yan Sui's brows twitched slightly. Unlike before, this time, he directly skipped the irrelevant and useless self-criticism, "I'll send you a midnight snack."
By now, the food was not going to be delivered by others. Instead, it was going to be delivered by him personally.
Unfortunately, Meng Ting did not pay attention to the difference. His attention was all on 'midnight snack.'
"That's fantastic..." Meng Ting subconsciousness wanted to say thanks. However, he hesitated for a short while before changing his words, "Yan Sui, you're so nice, I like you."
The redness of Yan Sui's ears slowly spread. He could not help but let out a low cough. He felt he had lived for twenty-eight years, yet he somehow could not even resist the enthusiasm and sincerity of a seventeen-year-old. 1
"What do you want to eat?" Yan Sui asked as his voice unconsciously softened. Then unknowingly, the depth of his eyes emerged with gentleness. Every time when Meng Ting had said things like this, he felt he would fall for him a little bit more. He thought that it would not be long before the day he would completely fall for Meng Ting.
"Mild spicy noodles..." Meng Ting lied on his bed as his eyes twinkled. He recalled the time when he was working at the laboratory. There was an assistant who cooked delicious noodles. If she was not a woman who only liked women, he would have given a shot to be with her for the sake of it.
Of course, this kind of idea only crossed his mind when he first tasted the noodles she cooked. Thereafter, that assistant announced to the whole lab that she liked women and she intended to pursue a female doctor within the lab.
That was the time when he realized that in their country, not only men and women could get married. Men and men, even women and women could get married, too. As long as they were willing to do so.
Therefore, when he decided to take the 'good-for-nothing' road of marriage, he was ready to marry a woman or a man. Thus, when Yan Sui told him that he was his husband, he did not hesitate at the slightest and accepted it unperturbed.
"Ok." Yan Sui agreed. With his discernment, if Meng Ting was in front of him, he would definitely notice that Meng Ting was thinking about someone else at this moment. To be exact, it was the 'noodles' that was cooked by someone else that he was thinking of. However, since they were separated by the phone, naturally he was not able to see and discover that. So, he simply took note of this dish as another one of the dishes Meng Ting liked.
"If Meng Qi dares to touch you, don't show mercy and just smash him fiercely. Remember, you're mine. You don't need to be afraid of him."
Even though he knew Meng Ting would not suffer any loss, he still could not help to be enraged when he remembered Meng Qi actually wanted to kiss him and wanted to touch him. With this in mind, the words that came out of his mouth also became serious and stern.
"I'll keep that in mind." Not only did Meng Ting say this, his brain unconsciously interpreted Yan Sui's words otherwise, "We're going to get married, and I'll be your man soon."
Being protected by someone who appeared to have such a powerful aura like Yan Sui, he could certainly live the perfect and ideal life that he wanted, where he could sleep and eat to his content, like a rice weevil. 3
"Hmm." Yan Sui said. Hearing those words from Meng Ting, his emotions immensely fluctuated and even he, himself had noticed it. Nonetheless, he urged again, "Give me a call if there's any issues. Otherwise, text me if it's inconvenient to call."
"Hmm, I'll keep that in mind." Meng Ting agreed obediently. Since he was not able to think of any exquisite love words, he merely used what he thought of from before, "You have to eat well, too."
"Ok."
Yan Sui waited for Meng Ting to hang up the phone before he hung up.
After Meng Ting put down his phone, he rolled back and forth on the bed straight away in happiness. He would be able to have supper tonight and he did not need to worry about not having enough to eat.
Yan Sui's truly great. I'll definitely repay him well when there's an opportunity.
Meng Ting pondered for a while, yet he still could not think of any good opportunities. However, he knew he would definitely find a suitable opportunity since the future was so long.
After only a short while of pondering alone in the room, Uncle Wen came over again with a few servants to drop off the tailored made suits that was ordered before. Uncle Wen even tactfully picked out a suitable piece for Meng Ting. However, seeing Meng Ting did not catch his intent as he was still in the midst of pondering which piece to wear, Uncle Wen gave up on being tactful.
"This white one. You will definitely look good wearing this. It's also suitable in the evening." Uncle Wen suggested directly.
Although the suit was in western style, it was not the type that was too formal. The suit was tailored to be extremely slim-fitted. Although, Meng Ting was still underaged and his body was still growing, dressing up like this has made him look more mature and more refined.
Having someone helping him to make such a difficult decision, Meng Ting was naturally happy about it, "Thank you." while he incessantly nodded.
Uncle Wen gently nodded and said, "Banquet will begin at six o'clock."
"Hmm, I won't be late." Meng Ting stood before Uncle Wen and gave him another nod. However, he had no intention to go downstairs before six o'clock.
BHMS : Chapter 8.2 - Be good, I'll deliversome food over in a while
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: windam2611 , NancyChen3
Proofreader: KainGuru
His decision was not wrong at all. When he came downstairs at six, there was only him and Meng Qi at the dining room. Meng Ting looked at the dinner table. It was arranged with empty dishes. He looked around and saw that there was not even any food.
Meng Qi sneered at Meng Ting, "Heh..Heh.." without looking at him in the eyes.
Meng Ting asked Uncle Wen. He sat in his own seat, and then stared at the empty table. He felt he was deceived by Uncle Wen. His gaze fell on Meng Qi. He thought that Meng Qi was the culprit. Uncle Wen was his accomplice who helped him lie. Not only did he not keep his words, but he was also very stingy, humph!
Meng Ting took out his mobile phone and texted Yan Sui. 'They lied to me. The truth is, there's nothing to eat. I'm so angry."
"Be good, I'll deliver some food over to you in a while." Yan Sui quickly messaged back.
Meng Ting focused on the word 'food' and then looked at the words "Be good." He did not know which part was good, but he still texted back, "I'm good." Try to be nice!
Yan Sui was holding a meeting with the company's senior executives. When he saw these words, his brows raised. He felt he could not resist when Meng Ting was 'acting spoiled.' He hesitated for a moment before texting back with "Hmm." then put down the phone, looked up to a suddenly-quiet crowd and coldly said, "Continue."
Everyone paused, before they continued again.
Their president sent text messages in the middle of the meeting. It must be related to the lifeblood of the company. It must be a very important message!
Secretary Wang, who vaguely had an idea about who texted the boss, gave Yan Sui a look. There was no obvious change in the boss' expression, but in his heart, whoever was able to make his boss text during an important meeting, was certainly the magical 'goblin.'
Uncle Wen indeed deceived Meng Ting. He let him come an hour earlier, mainly for Meng Ting's sake. At half past six, the Meng Family's members started coming in, one after another. The first to come was Meng Ting's half-brothers from the same father.
The Third and Fourth Young Masters, Meng Jiang and Meng Bo, respectively, twenty-three years old and twenty-one years old. One was a university student who just graduated while the other was a sophomore.
When Uncle Wen introduced Meng Ting, they softly said "Hm."
As soon as they sat down, they talked with each other, completely ignoring Meng Ting. Meng Ting had no opinion. He was still obediently sitting on his seat... Waiting for the food to be served.
The next one to arrive was the other two children of his biological father, Meng Yide: Fifth Young Master Meng Xiao and Sixth Young Miss Meng Qin, twenty-years old and nineteen-years old, respectively. Their ages were close to Meng Bo's.
This showed that Meng Yide, at that time, had at least three affairs. It was not known how many more affairs he had.
Meng Xiao and Meng Qin did not hide their inquisitive look, and even showed Meng Ting some hostility, knowing that they would not see that Meng Ting's face often. Coupled with Meng Jiang and Meng Bo, who coldly paid no heed to him, it made them think the same that Meng Ting was somewhat subtle and deep. It was hard to say when he would be in their way.
To make their point, Meng Xiao and Meng Qin kept asking so many questions. In fact, they asked too fast. When Meng Ting was still pondering over the previous question, they would ask the next one. He naturally began to ponder over the next question. When this continued, Meng Ting started to become dizzy.
Meng Qi, who sat diagonally across Meng Ting, saw his confusion and could not help the twitching on his lips and hold his laughter. His confused face was also cute, although they were both beautiful, Meng Ting and Su Siyu were two completely different people with different tempers.
Then, Meng Yide and his wife Han Xuejun finally arrived. When Meng Yide saw Meng Ting, he was stunned for a moment.
Looking at Meng Ting's face made him think of Meng Ting's biological mother. He reminisced for a bit, then he gained back his bearing.
Except for Meng Ting, everyone felt that he was different from his biological mother, as for how Meng Ting would turn out, nothing was conclusive. However, Meng Xiao and Meng Qin were even more on guard against Meng Ting, that was for sure.
"Father, Mother." Meng Ting greeted them politely. Han Xuejun asked about his well-being, and once Meng Ting nodded, she turned to talk to her own biological sons. She talked to them warmly and attentively. The difference in her attitude was vast.
Meng Yide and Meng Ting stared at each other. In the end, he only let out a quiet "Hmm" sound before he went and sat at the other table. Soon, he got up to greet Old Master Meng and his elderly mother Li Yifei. Their attitude toward him was much more colder compared to the time when Meng Xiao and Meng Qin came home. It seemed, the shock they were in was just an illusion.
Meng Yihan and his wife Gu Ping, Meng Yigui and his wife Shen Susu, the four of them arrived almost simultaneously. Second Young Master Meng Hong and Third Young Lady Meng Xiang did not return as they both studied abroad. The youngest member, Eighth Young Lady was still in primary school. Hence, Meng Yigui and Shen Su did not bring her along since she need to sleep early. 6
Close to seven o'clock, Old Master Meng arrived in the dining room on time.
The people who showed up together with him was his first wife Feng Zejiao, as well as his second wife, Li Yifei who was carefully supported by Meng Yide.
"Serve the meal."
As he took his seat, everyone else followed and took their respective seats. Meanwhile, the servants consistently brought out the dishes one after another.
The ancestors of Old Master Meng originated from Hunan, the cuisine from that region was extremely hot and spicy. Therefore, all of this Chinese cuisine that has been served were hot and spicy without exception. Meng Ting quite liked eating spicy food, too. Unfortunately, he could only handle very mild spiciness. After taking only a couple of bites, he immediately begun to drink soup before he realized that the soup was also spicy. With no other choice, he could only lower his head and eat the plain rice from his bowl.
But, not being able to get used to the spiciness does not affect his basic instinct as a 'Big eater' [2]. To be able to eat more of the delicious food on the table, he had already filled up his bowl with rice three times. He has truly lived up to his reputation as a 'Big eater.' Out of all the relatives that came to the Mengs' residence for dinner, he became a person with the biggest appetite in history.
([2]「饭桶」Literally Translation: "Rice Bucket/Barrel". Describes a person who can eat a lot.)
"Rice bucket!" Meng Xiao mumbled in a low voice, but Meng Ting did not respond. Meng Qi on the other hand, glanced at Meng Xiao with an unknown intent. This glance alone made him swallow any of the mocking words he had directed at Meng Ting.
No one at the dining table chit chatted during dinner because it was not a habit in the family. The right time to chat was after dinner when light refreshments were served. Meng Ting had eaten too much rice so he stared helplessly at the very fragrant refreshments. He resisted with all his might, since he had to leave some room in his belly for the supper that Yan Sui was going to bring for him. This was something he anticipated dearly.
"Today's banquet is held for two main reasons which will be announced." Old Master Meng said. As soon as those words were heard, all the chattering noises and whispers disappeared. Even Meng Ting looked toward Old Master Meng as he waited for him to continue to finish his words.
"Firstly, Meng Ting returned home." He spoke continuously without pausing, "Secondly, it's about the marriage between the Mengs and the Yans. The wedding will be held on the 7th of next month. All of you must attend. Gu Ping and Shen Susu, remember to give Xiang'er and Hong'er a call."
"Yes." Gu Ping had already learned this from Meng Yihang, so at this point she was not very surprised. On the other hand, Shen Susu stared blankly for a while before she followed with a "Yes."
Not wanting [3] everyone to speculate too long, Old Master Meng directly announced, "It's Yan Sui, the master of the Yans with Meng Ting from our family."
([3]「也打算」Original text: 'also intended to', ie. He intended to leave everyone to speculate longer. We are guessing it was an error to the original text. Sticking with current translation as it makes more sense when he 'directly' told everyone.)
In the past, Old Master Meng had never personally announced the return of an illegitimate child. And now, the first words that was spoken was of Meng Ting. But, this was not because he was special. The reason why he mentioned him was because of Yan Sui.
BHMS : Chapter 9.1 - Yan Sui, I like it when you cuddle me
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: windam2611 , NancyChen3
Proofreader: lonelycauliflower
Here's an updated family tree for this story:
"Dad, is the arrangement reliable?"
It was only reasonable for Meng Yigui to question. Because in the past the marriage agreement have changed its course without any notice, even after the Yan family and the Su family have already came to a certain agreement about the wedding.
"I have already spoken to Yan Sui over the phone."
Previously, no one had ever heard Yan Sui personally contacted any of the members from the Su family. It had always been He Wan who would premeditating and liaising with the family from the beginning to now.
Naturally, no one thought he would personally speak on the phone for Meng Ting. In their minds, he merely spoke on the phone because he was annoyed and wanted to be in peace. Knowing He Wan, she might change her mind again, so making this phone call was only to ensure his fiancé was not replaced again. No matter what the reason was in the end, compared to He Wan's deeds and promises, Yan Sui's recognition was definitely more trustworthy to others.
The marriage with the Yan family was undoubtedly a good choice, even the family members from Li Yifei's side could not find any reasons of discontent. Meng Yigui pondered once again, "We must seize this opportunity."
Being able to become in-laws with the Master of the Yan family was a tremendous advantage. The Meng family will definitely benefit through this marriage. For that reason, they hoped nothing else would happen that might make He Wan change her mind again, given the wedding was only less than half a month away.
A woman's mind is indeed way too difficult to understand. Especially the mind of Madame He from the Yan family. Her mind is fixated on the hope for her own son to suffer, she would only be happy then.
Once this thought sailed across Meng Yigui's mind, he quickly decided not to think about it anymore. Right now, the most important thing was to ensure no further changes occur or disruptions that would prevent the wedding.
Old Master Meng's gaze swept across the family members that stood in the dining room before pausing his gaze on Meng Ting, "Meng Ting, do you have any objections?"
Meng Ting was called to speak. Right now, not only Old Master Meng was looking at him, everyone else have also moved their gazes toward him.
Meng Xiao and Meng Qin could not hide their enviousness and jealous expression. They had returned to the Meng's family for quite long now and yet they have not had any great marriage arrangement news. Unlike Meng Ting who had only been back for a few days and already received a marriage arrangement and that person was Yan Sui, the Master of the Yan family!
Meng Qi, Meng Jiang and Meng Bo-the three legitimate sons-also viewed Meng Ting differently as they scrutinized him in their own minds. However, one thing that was clear to them was that; at the very least, under the Meng's roof, Meng Ting can not be bullied. On the contrary, they have to try their hardest to treat him well, like a Master.
"I don't have any objections." Meng Ting gently shook his head and responded rather quickly to Old Master Meng's question.
One only needed to use their feet to think that Meng Ting would have never rejected a marriage arrangement like that. But after hearing him voicing he didn't have any objections triggered all kinds of complicated emotions to well up in their heart.
"Okay." Old Master Meng did not speak to Meng Ting again after he responded. Thereafter, only the elders continued with the conversation and the topic remained as Meng Ting's and Yan Sui's wedding.
The discussion went on until almost nine o'clock, since this was the usual time when Old Master Meng went to sleep and he had no intention to disrupt his routine, even though his son were still in the midst of a delightful discussion. "Let's stop here for today. We will discuss the details tomorrow."
Anger secretly emerged in Meng Xiao's and Meng Qin's eyes. The more they listened to the discussion, the more they understood the superior existence of the Yan family. They also understood how damn lucky Meng Ting was.
Meng Ting's biological grandmother, Li Yifei, did not utter a word during the entire night, she merely smiled as she listened and observed everyone.
Naturally, she observed Feng Zejiao's self-complacence while Meng Yihang claiming every credit. By now it was clear, who had initiated for this arranged marriage.
She slowly got up and held Old Master Meng's hand to support him. Her unchanging gentle smile sounded in her voice as she spoke, as a result, everyone's footsteps halted uncontrollably.
"Brother Jia [1], don't you think Ting'er is too young? I think Xiao'er's and Qin'er's age is more suitable." 3
([1] 贾哥 Lit translation: Older brother Jia. This is Old Master Meng. Li Yifei calls him this out of respect. This is common way of calling someone older in China. Like in Korea, girls call the older boys Oppa.)
With Yan Sui's status and power, not to mention the marriage opportunity was given to an illegitimate child who was only acknowledged for a couple of years, even the legitimate children from the Meng family's would have been an acceptable match. Just like Meng Ting, when faced with this type of marriage arrangement, Meng Xiao and Meng Qin would not have any objections either.
Li Yifei voiced her opinion mainly because Meng Ting had returned home not too long ago and he wasn't close to her side. While she has been absent minded in the last few days, Feng Zejiao indeed took the opportunity. Meng Ting was probably roped in to their side. For this reason, she thought rather giving this marriage to Meng Ting, it would be better to give it to Meng Xiao or Meng Qin instead.
With his eyes wide open, the heart that had never felt any sense of existence started to throb loudly-Pound Pound Pound-from anxiousness. He had always known that there was no room for resistance in the Meng family. And right at this moment, he was more frightened than ever.
BHMS : Chapter 9.2 - Yan Sui, I like itwhen you cuddle me
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: windam2611 , NancyChen3
Proofreader: lonelycauliflower
With his eyes wide open, the heart that had never felt any sense of existence started to throb loudly-Pound Pound Pound-from anxiousness. He had always known that there was no room for resistance in the Meng family. And right at this moment, he was more frightened than ever.
"Meng Ting is suitable." Meng Laoyezi glanced at Li Yifei and dropped the answer. He was also stating the facts. If He Wan was satisfied with Meng Xiao and Meng Qin, then Su Siyu would not have had the chance to participate.
"Laoyezi, you are right. Only Ting'er from our side is suitable." Feng Zejiao stepped forward to support Laoyezi's other hand. While Li Yifei was still in a daze, she had already escorted Meng Laoyezi back to the room.
Meng Yide stepped forward to help Li Yifei, without saying any words. He accompanied her-as she hung her head low while in deep thoughts-back to the room. Meng Yihang and Meng Yigui and their wives also returned to their respective rooms. In the end, only the juniors remained.
When Meng Ting saw Meng Laoyezi's retreating back, he held his panic-stricken little heart and went back to his room. Meng Ting's silhouette was nowhere to be seen when Meng Qi and Meng Xiao regained their composure.
Yan Sui was so great, he did not want to give him up to anyone else. Meng Ting was suddenly ascertain about this point... After hearing Li Yifei's question toward Meng Laoyezi. He truly could not wait and anxiously wanted to get married. Meng Xiao and Meng Qin were definitely not as anxious as he was. Even if they were, he was determined that he would not barge.
He changed into his pajamas and lied in bed.
The mobile phone suddenly vibrated while he held it in his hand, Meng Ting swiftly answered it as soon as he heard it.
"Go to the front gate."
Hearing this, Meng Ting immediately sat up and he did not even bother to get changed and merely grabbed a sports jacket before running down the stairs like a gust of wind. On his way out, he completely ignored the presence of Meng Qi, who was drinking water in the living room.
Meng Ting thought, delivering food in the evening must not be as convenient as during the day, maybe that was why he was asked to go to the front gate to pick it up. Since he did not want to trouble the person Yan Sui sent to do the delivery, he must go pick it up quickly.
The distance from the third floor to the mansion's front gate was not close. But, it was not even two minutes after Yan Sui had put down the mobile phone, he saw a white silhouette bolting toward him in a speed of light.
As the gate was still shut when he arrived, he frenziedly jumped up and down a few times before he continued bolting out as soon as the guard opened the gate.
Seeing him fast approaching, Yan Sui opened the car door. Just as the door opened, Meng Ting's fluffy head stuck in next to his already.
"I'm here."
Meng Ting was out of breath. His cheeks were flushed slightly from running too fast. His eyes shot wide open in pleasant surprise when he realized this person before him was Yan Sui. "Yan Sui, Yan Sui."
He called out his name a couple of times before grabbing Yan Sui's sleeve with his right hand.
Yan Sui took hold of Meng Ting's hand instead and pulled him inside the car. Meng Ting stared attentively while allowing Yan Sui to pull himself into the backseat.
Meng Ting's hands and feet leaned forward simultaneously. It looked like as if he was throwing himself on to Yan Sui. Although, this was not his initial intention, Meng Ting did not plan to pull himself away. Instead, he leaned forward furthermore to give Yan Sui a hug before he let loose of him.
He had never hugged anyone before and at this moment, he really wanted to give Yan Sui a hug and he did just that.
That hug was light, quick and very sudden. Yan Sui was taken aback from this and he did not even have the time to hug Meng Ting back because Meng Ting was already sitting up straight by then.
"Why are you here?"
"I came to see you." Although he saw the person, he felt that it was not enough. He could not comprehend in what sense it was not 'enough.'
Meng Ting's eyes that stared attentively at Yan Sui, suddenly looked down. Seeing their hands were not parted yet, he gripped his hand even tighter before lowering his voice, "Yan Sui, this time I have to say thank you, you're... The first person who came to visit me."
He was enclosed for three years in high school. Other students had friends or family visited them every few weeks or every month. Only him, for three years, neither his grandmother nor the Meng family had visited him, not even once. It was the same during his university days and as well as when he was in the laboratory. It was as if he was isolated from the rest of the world.
He never felt there was anything wrong with it. Until now, since Yan Sui visited him, he realized he also longed for visitors.
"Thank you."
Deep emotions lingered around his body when Meng Ting said these words. Yan Sui's gaze fell rather gloomy after hearing that. For a cold-hearted person like he was, to feel emotional and compassionate for a person was rather difficult. But at this moment, he suddenly felt empathy and he even felt a little heartache for Meng Ting. 1
He held onto his hand then pulled it gently until Meng Ting was pulled into his embrace. The smell of a young man was particularly innocent, as innocent as his pair of eyes. Yan Sui never had a habit of hugging anyone, in this mere second, he felt that the feeling of embracing someone was not bad at all.
Perhaps it was Li Yifei's words that made him emotional. Therefore, Meng Ting was exceptionally sensitive tonight. His hand slowly slipped down to Yan Sui's waist, his forehead leaned against his chest, while moisture emerged around the rims of his eyes. For once, someone cuddled him like this.
"Thanks."
There was nothing more that Meng Ting could have spoken. After awhile, he lifted his head before rubbing his cheek against Yan Sui's chin, "Yan Sui, I like it when you cuddle me."
Yan Sui's ear burned in redness again. This time he could tell that there was no hidden meanings in Meng Ting's words. He simply and purely liked being hugged like this. However, even though he could tell, he still did not know why he felt obscure in this split second.
Because Meng Ting liked it, Yan Sui hugged him for awhile. After about ten minutes, he let go of him and picked up the food box that was next to his feet. "Supper, eat it."
Since it was noodles, it can get very pasty very quickly if it was left out for long. Otherwise, it would not have been a problem to cuddle a little longer.
Resting on Yan Sui gave a safe and comfortable feeling. Meng Ting was about to fall asleep, but when he heard the word 'supper,' the drowsiness flew far away. He had almost forgotten the reason he bolted down here, if Yan Sui had not said anything.
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BHMS : Chapter 10.1 - I fancy him, Iwant to chase him
Translator: Renkun27
Turning on the headlights, Yan Sui personally opened the food box and gave it to Meng Ting, "Go eat up then."
Meng Ting nodded without any objections. He took the food box before he started to eat earnestly.
Meng Ting actually could not take any spicy food. Even just a little bit of spiciness-just as he requested-made his forehead and nose sweat. In between bites, wheezing sounds could be heard every time he exhaled.
"Drink some water." Yan Sui opened a bottle of mineral water. Seeing that Meng Ting was holding the food box, he naturally fed the water to him.
"Does it taste good?"
"Yeah." Meng Ting nodded as he continued to eat, while Yan Sui fed him another couple of sips of water. He was afraid that Meng Ting would have indigestion later in the evening, even though that bowl of noodles was of an average serving, he had eaten a lot of rice for dinner. That would definitely be enough after he finished this bowl of noodles, too.
When Meng Ting hesitated to drink the leftover noodle soup that was spicier than the noodles, Yan Sui took the food box and closed the lid. Then, he took out a paper towel to wipe Meng Ting's face before wiping his hand. Even though Yan Sui did it clumsily, it did not affect his seriousness and meticulousness.
Meng Ting also obediently lifted his head to let Yan Sui wipe his face. When he saw how Yan Sui was focused on his face, he could not help but hook up his lips to a smile. He thought he would not find anyone better than Yan Sui. This person was Yan Sui. He would never forget him.
After Yan Sui finished cleaning Meng Ting's hands, he looked up to see a smile on Meng Ting's face. He was like a satisfied kitten, waiting for someone to love and caress. He raised his hand and ruffled his soft and supple hair. Seeing him enjoying his pats, he suddenly wanted to take Meng Ting away immediately.
"It's late. Go back to sleep early. I'll see you again tomorrow night."
Meng Ting nodded. He hesitated for a moment, then he hugged Yan Sui as he rubbed his face against Yan Sui's neck. While he softly said, "You have to eat well, too."
Yan Sui vaguely thought that Meng Ting's words should have a special meaning. He was smart but could not understand these words of endearment. It was up to Meng Ting to sweet talk him.
In return, Yan Sui reached out and hugged Meng Ting for a long time before he let go. After opening the door, Meng Ting got out of the car. He looked back at Yan Sui's car, walked to the iron gate and then looked back again. He could not help but look back. Yan Sui's car was still stationery. When he returned to the third floor and walked out to the small balcony, he saw the headlights of the car retreating further and further away until it quietly disappeared in the midst of the night.
After Meng Ting stared blankly for a long while, the phone in his pocket started vibrating. It was Yan Sui. He sent him a text message.
"Sleep early, good night."
Meng Ting immediately returned to his room. He climbed into the bed, covered himself with the quilt before he texted Yan Sui back.
"I listened to you. I'm lying in bed now and I'll sleep right away. Good night."
Meng Ting was about to put the phone back on the bedside table when it vibrated again. He was a little surprised. So far, only Yan Sui knew his phone number; thus, it was only him who would send him text messages.
"Be good."
When he read these words, Meng Ting stared at them for a bit before he replied just like last time, "I'm good."
The two text messages had no special value, but that alone made the two of them unable to hold in a smile. Fate between people was unpredictable. In just two days, Yan Sui and Meng Ting's mutual affection had soared to the limit. One further step would turn into true fondness.
Seated in the driver's seat of Yan Sui's car was Secretary Wang, who was ignored for nearly an hour. He saw the whole process of the two showing affection toward each other [1]. While this had left him feeling rather sad.
([1] 糊了一脸狗粮 Lit Trans: Paste a face full of dog food. There is a Chinese phrase called单身狗 (Single Dogs), this simply refers to men and women who are single. It's a rather self-mockery phrase. So, Wang was simply feeling that the two of them ignored his presence and showed affection in front of him while he was still single.)
His iceberg boss was head over heels and had completely become a silly man who was in love. He pulled the young man into the car. Not only did he hug him for so long, but he also gave him water and wiped his face and hands. Now, he sent him a text before going to bed with a gentle smile. Did he think all of that was not enough to impel him to sadness...?
And, he only just realized his presence was insignificant [2], because not only did Yan Sui ignore him, perhaps Meng Ting did not notice he existed from the beginning until the end. If he was not driving right now, he wanted to check himself in the mirror to see if he had turned ugly.
([2] 电灯泡的瓦力这般不足Lit Trans: Light bulb wattage was not sufficient, usually a person who is a 3rd wheel is called "Light Bulb" in Chinese. Wattage was added by the author for fun.)
He was the company's famous golden bachelor: handsome, capable and rich. As for Yan Sui, he was the rare and precious diamond bachelor, but he soon would not be anymore.
He took over Xiao Zhao's shift tonight and, of course, if he did not do this, he would not have gotten anything out of it. Because of that, he finally found out which little goblin had entranced his boss. To his surprise, it was the boy who was going to marry his boss in two weeks. This development was too bizarre and way too fast.
After Yan Sui smiled faintly, he regained his cold and solemn expression. He looked at his phone again before telling Secretary Wang, who was seated in the front seat: "Go back home first. I'll drive back myself."
"Understood." Secretary Wang was always obedient to Yan Sui's order. He executed every order that was given to him. This time was no exception. After Secretary Wang got out of the car, Yan Sui moved into the driver's seat. However, the car was not going toward the Yans' residence; rather, it was heading toward a high-end club in Haicheng instead.
BHMS : Chapter 10.2 - I fancy him, Iwant to chase him
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: windam2611 , NancyChen3
Proofreader: lonelycauliflower
As the host, Gu Lang requested him to go to the party. In fact, he used the last time when Yan Sui asked him for assistance as an excuse to return the favor.
He knew the type of person Yan Sui was, so he did not invite any nuisance and the ones who came were people who knew each other from childhood. Although, their personalities were not necessarily good, their taste were definitely superb.
Initially, Gu Lang had no intention of inviting Yan Sui. Unfortunately, since he was no match for Yan Sui and he had lost the game, with no other choice, the promise he made was nothing but to allow Yan Sui to come to the club.
"How do you know that I was able to get Yan Sui to come?"
Gu Lang drank a bit too much, but his mind was fairly clear as he looked at Su Siyu, who smiled seductively.
Given how cold Yan Sui was, even if Gu Lang loudly announced he had a special relationship with him, not many people would believe it, let alone, he did not even publicly announce anything. However, the request that was raised by Su Siyu completely surprised him.
"It was pure luck." Su Siyu smiled. He knew a lot of things about Yan Sui. Although they did not interact often, at least they have lived under the same roof for almost ten years. Hence, he more or less knew things that others did not know of. These things included how Gu Lang was in fact a good friend of Yan Sui.
"Why did you want him to come?" Gu Lang tucked his phone back into the pocket of his pants. His body swayed to the rhythm of the music before he continued to question closely.
That was the last time he could party before falling into an ice cave [1]. For this reason, he had to cherish this moment.
([1] He won't be able to party hard again since he's getting married so he needed to make the most out of it. Lol)
Su Siyu picked up the glass and took a sip before sticking his tongue out and licking his lips. When a man acts in such way, perhaps that would make people vomit. However, only was Su Siyu young, he was also good looking. Even Gu Lang, who was certain he liked women, was stunned by that scene, not to mention the surrounding people who would go for men and women.
"I fancy him. I want to chase him."
Once the surrounding people, who originally wanted to approach Su Siyu, heard these words, they all silently drew back. In their generation, Yan Sui truly had an infatuating effect on others. Let us not mention whether there was a possibility of Yan Sui liking him back. Even the people who had unrequited love for him could not be touched.
Su Siyu took note of all the reactions from the people around him before the corner of his lips rose to a curve that carried an inexplicable evilness. He thought, that person was Yan Sui. Even though he was not here, if his name was mentioned, there was not one person from the whole of Haicheng, even the entire 'Xia' [2], that would not fear him. As if Su SiYu would give up on him that easily with that in mind.
([2] 夏国 lit trans: Summer Country. But we are assuming the author was referring to Xia [Summer] dynasty. Xia Dynasty was from 2070 BC to 1600 BC and it was the first dynasty in traditional Chinese history. It was described in ancient historical chronicles such as the Bamboo Annals, the Classic of History and the Records of the Grand Historian.)
As a matter of fact, he was his husband. An ex-husband who he wanted to rekindle with.
The topic that had left a slight lingering taste ended just like that. Meanwhile, the noisy background from the rock music resonated in the room as everyone continued to drink, chatted and played games, until the entrance door that had been pushed open countless times-as per Su Siyu's request-Yan Sui who was invited by Gu Lang finally came through the door.
Gu Lang faced the entrance the entire time. The moment he saw Yan Sui arrive, he immediately straightened his posture while his face also became serious. As the people found that it was strange for him to suddenly change his composure, they all followed his line of sight. Without exception, every one of them revealed the same expression and reaction as Gu Lang once they saw him.
"Fuck! Who moved this iceberg here?" Someone murmured softly, not wanting Yan Sui to come at all. His voice was only loud enough for himself to hear.
In less than ten seconds, the only sound that remained in the entire private room was the noise from the rock music. Gu Lang shot a glance and the person who received that glance immediately pressed the pause button. Thereafter, in a huge luxury private room, the only sound that resonated within the room was the unhurried footsteps of Yan Sui.
He glanced at Gu Lang before he picked a seat and sat down. The others still did not dare to act rashly as they hung their heads low, like they were waiting to be criticized. In fact, they would not even stay so silently and be well-behaved if they were in front of their own father.
Su Siyu did not expect that people would react so strongly toward Yan Sui's presence. Even if they were afraid of him, their wariness should not be to that extent. Their reactions were more exaggerated than when a mouse would see a cat.
Affected by the mood, Su Siyu could not think of what he wanted to do for the time being. His original intention was to start talking to Yan Sui when the crowd was partying up because they would be too busy to notice them.
"What's up?" Yan Sui pulled his own collar as he looked toward Gu Lang, while his brows slightly knitted together. He truly did not like these types of occasions. Also, even if he did go to these parties, no one seemed to be able to enjoy the party. Normally, he would only go if someone had caused some serious and unresolvable mess.
"I didn't cause trouble," Gu Lang said subconsciously and then he shook his head as he followed the person who was also shaking his head.
Gu Lang was the first person to be the master of the house in their generation. As a matter of fact, even though they grew up together, gradually, Yan Sui became someone who they could not catch up to even if they tried. They did not want their parents to know the trouble they had gotten themselves into. Yet, when none of them could settle their own problems, Yan Sui could easily solve any problems with just a couple of phone calls. That alone made them feel it was useless to be defiant. In fact, as relentless as Yan Sui was, after he tidied up their mess, he would lecture them by employing more ruthless tactics than their own parents. Regardless if they had experienced it or if they were just onlookers, their impressions were set deeply to this day.
The people that were similar in age as him had all toned down over the last few years. It was not because they did not want to fool around anymore, it was just that Yan Sui was simply too scary.
"It's him. He asked Gu Lang to invite you."
Very quickly, someone sold out Su Siyu. Compared to other people, Su Siyu was five or six years, or even seven or eight years younger, so there was no real opportunity to hang out with them, given they were not from the same age circle. However, he was able to get in after he intentionally looked and found Gu Lang, then he accompanied someone to the party as their date.
Ultimately, he was not a normal twenty-two-year-old. He had lived an extra life. Therefore, he had encountered more awkward occasions compared to this.
"It's me." Su Siyu said as he walked two steps forward. His walking posture was very alluring as he intentionally displayed his figure, while it was not overly deliberate. That, in turn, made people's mind arouse with dirty fantasies. In short, anyone who knew of him felt he carried a pleasant allure from inside and out.
"I'm Su Siyu, I want to get to know you."
Yan Sui lifted his eyes as his gaze skated past Su Siyu who appeared somewhat nervous at that moment before dropping his gaze on Gu Lang again. He frowned when he realized Gu Lang's intention was to look on as a mere spectator. With this in mind, he slowly got up and walked past Su Siyu without saying a word.
"You guys continue with the partying." Yan Sui said as he popped his hand on Gu Lang's shoulder.
With that said, he immediately left the private room without a slight desire to stay while Su Siyu was completely ignored by him.
It was obvious, Su Siyu wanted to get to know Yan Sui, but Yan Sui did not want to get to know him.