BMHS : Chapter 16.1 – It's warm. It's areal person. It's not a dream.
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: windam2611, chiangyushien, Renkun27
Proofreader: Lonelycauliflower
As before, he woke up in the midst of a frightening dream. Meng Ting calmed himself for a moment, then his memory came back little by little. Thinking about the phone call he had with Yan Sui last night, that kind of joy instantly dispelled the unpleasantness brought about by the frightening dream. The sky was still a little darker than the former days, but Meng Ting still got up and went on his morning run.
Halfway through the course, it started to rain, however, Meng Ting still carried on, and continued finishing his scheduled morning run. With wet hair and clothes, he returned to the living room of the mansion.
The living room was bustling. Old Master Meng, Feng Zejiao, Li Yifei, Meng Qi and Meng Xiao were all in the room.
Meng Xiao's hands were tied with gauze and bandages that hung around his neck. When he saw Meng Ting, he became furious.
Meng Xiao could be much more difficult to handle than those who came after Meng Ting in the past. After they were beaten, they would tend to be afraid of him. However, Meng Xiao was not only not afraid, but he was also holding a grudge against Meng Ting. Meng Ting and he were destined to be enemies.
"Apologize to Meng Ting."
When Old Master Meng spoke, even though Meng Xiao was not willing to, he still had to do what he was told.
"I'm sorry. Yesterday, I wasn't thinking clearly. Please forgive me." With Meng Xiao's back facing the crowd, his voice was filled with regret, but his look was different. It could be inferred that he was provoking Meng Ting.
With a click, Meng Ting suddenly took a photo of Meng Xiao. He took a few steps forward and looked at Old Master Meng, "Look, he's got this expression when he looked at me. It's ugly and hateful."
These days, Meng Ting did not have much to do so he discovered the different functions in his phone. The camera function was the same as with the one from his past life. However, this was the first time he used it to take photos, even though it was the photo of the person who hated him. After Old Master Meng saw it, he immediately deleted it.
Meng Xiao was dumbfounded. Meng Qi's lips could not help but twitch. He took the mobile phone from Meng Ting and went to Old Master Meng.
"Evil child!" Old Master Meng was very angry as he roared. Meng Xiao's feet became weak and he directly knelt on the ground.
"Grandpa, I... I..." There were photos. He was at a loss what to say to justify himself. How could he think that Meng Ting would be so cunning?
"Grandpa," said Meng Qi, who was standing beside Old Master Meng, then he slowly whispered, "I'm sorry to say this but he wasn't a bit sincere about his apology. Since Fifth Brother's attitude is so poor, I think it's good to give the coffee shop under his name to Seventh Brother as an apology."
This coffee shop was given to Meng Xiao after he pleased Li Yifei for many years. He spent a lot of effort in obtaining it and suddenly, it was given to Meng Ting. It seemed that Meng Ting was not only going to marry at once, but Old Master Meng's heart was obviously on Meng Ting's side, too.
A coffee shop was nothing to them. However, even if the mosquito's legs were smaller, it was still meat. It was a significant property. The tender smile that Li Yifei maintained was too difficult to be sustained.
"I think Qi'er is good at paying attention." Li Yifei was not happy but Feng Zejiao was definitely pleased. She gave the Meng Family a great in-law. It was time for her to get her reputation. Old Master Meng barely hesitated answering back.
"A'Wen, take charge of this and give the restaurant, along with the coffee shop upstairs to Meng Ting."
"Yes." Uncle Wen nodded. His work efficiency was naturally high. He certainly would not need two days to get the job done for Meng Ting.
Meng Xiao felt a pain in his heart. The restaurant made more money than the coffee shop. The source of the customer was sufficient and the management for both had formed a system so Meng Ting did not need to spend too much to think about it. There was a lot of money to be earned. Although it may not be enough for Li Yifei and Feng Zejiao to buy jewelries, but for the juniors, it was absolutely enough to spend.
Meng Qi undoubtedly would not be short of money; however, for Meng Xiao who was an illegitimate child, it would make him very short of money if he would not change his lifestyle and withdraw from this matter of joining the nouveau riche lifestyle.
With the restaurant downstairs and the coffee shop upstairs, how could Meng Xiao not cast his greedy eyes on him? Now, not only did the restaurant become Meng Ting's, but the coffee shop that originally belonged to him also became Meng Ting's. In an instant, he breathed heavily like a cow [1]. If his hands had not been broken, he would want to rush and go fight with Meng Ting again.
([1]「喘气如牛」huff and puff)
"You're short-sighted. Ting'er has just returned. What's wrong with you giving him a present as his elder brother?" Li Yifei did not want to let Meng Xiao continue to lose face. Her words were more effective to Meng Xiao than Old Master Meng's words.
Meng Xiao lowered his head and did not dare to say anything.
As for the rest, there were Uncle Wen and Meng Qi who did the follow-up work last night; however, they could not make much of a difference. Because of this, Meng Xiao did not only suffer a physical injury, but his wealth also took a hit.
Even if this matter passed, both Meng Xiao and Meng Ting knew that their feud was still not over. As long as Meng Xiao was given the chance, he would surely attack Meng Ting when he was down and find opportunities to persecute him.
Meng Ting always had no idea about schemes and intrigues. He only knew that Meng Xiao still wanted to harm him, and he did not know what to do. He could not really kill anyone. Of course, deep in his heart, he preferred to beat Meng Xiao a few more times, until Meng Xiao would become afraid of him for good!
Old Master Meng and Feng Zejiao left one after another. Li Yifei also asked Meng Xiao to send her back to her house. Uncle Wen went to do the restaurant and cafe's transfer of ownership procedures. Aside from a few servants who passed by, there were only Meng Ting and Meng Qi who were left in the hall.
"Oh, Little Seventh has become smarter."
He took away Meng Ting's phone and quickly pressed a few keys before returning it to Meng Ting. "That's my number. In the future, if you have any problems, give me a call. No matter what, I'm also considered as your eldest brother."
"Isn't it just taking a photo? You don't know how to use it?" Meng Ting took his phone and put it back in his pants' pocket. This relieved him. He was really afraid that Meng Qi would not return his phone. This phone was given to him by Yan Sui.
Meng Qi was speechless. He could only say that he did not expect him to know how to use it.
"Achoo," He had stayed in the living room with his wet hair and wet clothes for a long time. Meng Ting could not hold back his sneeze.
"Why did you run in this kind of weather?" Meng Qi looked at him with knitted eyebrows. He looked toward a maid in the living room. "Xiao Fang, get a towel."
"No need. I'll go back and take a bath."
Meng Ting nodded to Meng Qi and turned back to his room on the second floor. Just when he was about to reach his room, he sneezed again, twice in a row.
BMHS : Chapter 16.2 – It's warm. It's areal person. It's not a dream.
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: chiangyushien, Renkun27
Proofreader: Lonelycauliflower
His previous body was not this bad. When he ran the whole course under the rain, he would still attend class as usual in the next day. He thought about it for a while. It seemed that because he has not slept well lately, his body had gotten worse.
"Achoo!" He sneezed again.
After taking a quick hot bath, Meng Ting was planning to nestle in his bed and cover his body with a blanket so that he could sweat a little and get better soon.
Meng Qi actually had a real friendly affection for Meng Ting these days. Meng Ting also beat him, but who told him to look good? He took some medicine and knocked again on Meng Ting's door.
After knocking for a long while, he saw Meng Ting with his wet and messy hair as he opened the door.
"Are you stupid? Your hair hasn't dried up and yet you already rushed to bed and went to sleep."
Meng Ting's hazy eyes opened wide, then he touched his own hair. It was indeed wet. He glared at Meng Qi. "This is sweat, you don't understand."
It was not at all easy for him to conceal his sweating, but it was really necessary to take a shower and wash his hair again.
Meng Qi was simply overwhelmed by Meng Ting's 'don't understand' attitude. He put his hand against the door and leisurely said, "Go dry your hair. I'll have someone change your quilt. This is cold medicine. Take it and then go rest again."
Meng Ting looked at Meng Qi then he turned around and looked at the bed that he messed up. At last, he nodded and moved aside to let Meng Qi come in.
Meng Ting measured Meng Qi with his eyes in a glance and ensured that Meng Qi would not mess around his room before he entered the bathroom.
Meng Qi personally experienced it once, and once again, he looked at Meng Ting, who was afraid that he might mess up his room. Even if he still had evil intentions, he did not have the courage to harm him. Furthermore, besides Yan Sui who was backing Meng Ting up, he could not afford to offend the entire Meng family.
As he had said, he had people come in and change Meng Ting's bed sheet. Afterwards, he considerately poured him water to drink. When the servant came to deliver Meng Ting's breakfast that was provided by Yan Sui, he also acted on his behalf to accept it.
However, Meng Ting stayed in the bathroom for a very long time. By doing this, he seemed to not understand how to show consideration to Meng Qi. Meng Qi also felt that he was a very understanding person. This was his first time to appear like this. He knocked on the door again 'bang bang bang' , "Meng Ting, did you pass out in there?"
"If you won't come out, I'll break the door!"
Meng Qi was going to change his words when Meng Ting opened the door. He wore long-sleeved pajamas, wrapped himself tightly, and dried his hair. His face was slightly flushed. Meng Qi did not know whether it was because he took a bath or because he was feverish.
Meng Qi raised his hand to touch his forehead, but in a split second, Meng Ting's gentle eyes turned swift and fierce.
Meng Qi quiveringly withdrew his hand. "Here's the medicine. Remember to take it and there's breakfast over there."
"If you still feel sick, just say it. It is not an inconvenience to invite a doctor at home."
"Okay," said Meng Ting. Then he stared at Meng Qi but Meng Qi seemed to be unable to pick up what Meng Ting wanted to imply so he could only tell Meng Qi directly, "Thank you. Now I want to rest. It's not comfortable if you're in my room."
Meng Qi continued to stare at him again, but he had no choice but to get out of Meng Ting's room. When he was about to leave, he turned around again and said, "I'll go back to my place. If you've got something, go find Uncle Wen. Don't hide it and not say anything."
Meng Qi swore that he had never fended off this old maid's [1] heart, but Meng Ting obviously did not understand that he rarely does this.
([1] May be referring to Meng Ting but it's not clear.)
"Thank you." Meng Ting politely said to Meng Qi and then closed the door.
Meng Ting was actually not completely oblivious of Meng Qi's good intentions for him, but Meng Qi was a member of the Meng Family, so it was inevitable for Meng Ting to be unable to open his heart up to Meng Qi. He looked at the food container, the medicine bottle and the water on the table. He stepped forward, picked up the bottle and finally threw it into the garbage bin.
He opened the food container and took a few bites. He looked completely relieved now. He pulled out his phone from his pajamas' pocket, then sent a text message to Yan Sui.
"I'm eating breakfast and it's delicious."
After he finished his breakfast, Meng Ting waited for a while until Yan Sui replied to his text message, then he nestled back in to his bed. During the entire day, he was muddle-headed, but no one was aware of Meng Ting getting sick except for Meng Qi, who had already left the old house.
As for Meng Ting, he got caught up once again in the cycle of a never-ending nightmare. He did not even notice that his mobile phone vibrated a few times already.
"This is Young Master Meng Ting's room," Uncle Wen received a notice at noon that Yan Sui would come to the Meng's residence, but now that he received the person himself, he still felt that it was unreal.
On one hand, Yan Sui came here to chat with Old Master Meng; while on the other — which was more important — he came to see Meng Ting and in passing, took him to go and get their marriage certificate. Originally, Secretary Wang said that as long as he had both of their photos, he would be able to do it for them, but Yan Sui rejected him.
He thought that Meng Ting was hoping to marry him, so he should be very happy to get the certificate by themselves. Of course, for one thing, it was to make him happy and for another, the call last night had made Yan Sui rather worried about Meng Ting. He could not be at ease at all if he did not see Meng Ting in person. Besides, he had a few reasons, so he could come over.
Uncle Wen had been knocking on Meng Ting's door for quite a while, but still no one opened it. He was in a bit an awkward situation, so he could only continue to knock.
After a long time had passed, only then did Meng Ting came and open the door.
His face was even more ghastly than earlier that morning. Because of his continuous nightmare, of course his mood became quite bad and now, he was even awakened by this monotonous and constant knocking sound. Naturally, his expression became more dire and a bit irritated.
"What's the matter... Yan Sui?" Meng Ting could not help but to rub his eyes. He was afraid that he was still sleepy, so he was in a daze and mistakenly saw a certain person; however, even after he finished rubbing his eyes, Yan Sui was still right before his very eyes. His eyebrows were slightly knitted, and he was looking at him with slightly cold expression.
Aside from good intentions and maliciousness, Meng Ting was not sensitive to others' emotions; moreover, at this moment when he was sick, he would naturally be a bit slower. He rushed forward and leaned halfway to Yan Sui. He reached out and touched Yan Sui's cheek. "It's warm. It's a real person. It's not a dream."
There was a flash of helplessness in Yan Sui's eyes. He took Meng Ting into his embrace and looked toward Uncle Wen.
Although Uncle Wen was very surprised by Meng Ting's 'impudent' behavior to Yan Sui, with his experience as a housekeeper in that place for many years, he was able to maintain his expression and slightly bowed as he left and did not return.
BMHS : Chapter 17.1 – Starting today,you're staying with me
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: chiangyushien, Renkun27
Proofreader: Lonelycauliflower
Meng Ting looked at Uncle Wen's receding back. After that, he realized that his reaction was too much. He bowed his head and was about to withdraw from Yan Sui's embrace, only to find that he was still being pulled very tight into Yan Sui's arms.
"Why are you here?"
"Are you ill?"
Both of them spoke almost at the same time. Yan Sui did not wait for Meng Ting to answer. He firmly pulled him and walked toward Meng Ting's room. Meng Ting also obediently followed him. Originally, he did not feel that the matter of him being ill was important. With Yan Sui being so serious like this, he felt that he must have been doing something wrong.
"It was drizzling when I ran this morning. I'll be okay after a nap."
He actually woke up after sleeping nonstop. It was an extremely bad sleep. He simply could not achieve the result that he wanted from taking a rest. On the contrary, his condition became even worse, but Meng Ting was not aware of this. He still did not realize that he was not the same as he was when he was 17 or 18 years old in his previous life.
"Have you eaten?"
Yan Sui let Meng Ting sit on the sofa in front of the bed and frowned as he asked.
"Yes, I have. I've eaten all the food that you've sent." Even though he did not feel like eating, he still ate it all.
"Good," Yan Sui looked slightly relieved and he continued to ask, "Have you taken medicine?"
Meng Ting was silent this time. If it was Meng Qi who asked him this question, he would definitely not answer it, but the one who asked him was Yan Sui. He did not want to lie to him.
"I can't take medicine," Meng Ting's lowered eyes showed a little panic. He conveniently clutched on to Yan Sui's clothes and quietly taut it, "I can't help but take a lot..."
Yan Sui looked stunned and for a moment. His body also became really stiff, but it was only for a moment. Meng Ting did not notice it at all. He returned to normal and went on pulling Meng Ting by his waist with one hand while his other hand lifted his chin up.
"When did this happen?"
Yan Sui tried his best to control the tone of his voice, but when he said these words, it still sounded very cold and harsh.
However, Meng Ting really did not feel much about this coldness. He looked up and thought for a while before answering Yan Sui's question, "Eight years ago."
"Yan Sui, I don't have to take medicine. It's fine, really," he stretched up his body, and wrapped his hands around Yan Sui's shoulders. He buried his face beside Yan Sui's neck and his body appeared to be slightly trembling, but he did not notice it. "I'm already fine now, really."
The price was that he could no longer touch anything that looked like tablets. He could not stop himself from taking too much medicine. Talking about it was already a kind of torture for him.
There were too many problems in him, so many so that he even disliked himself.
How could he be so unlucky? If there was such a matter in the past, how could he still want to make change for the better when he was making it worse? His background had been downright bad since a long time ago.
Yan Sui hugged Meng Ting again. He hugged him very tightly. Eight years ago, Meng Ting was merely a ten-year-old child. It all happened in the olden days. He was only a child who did not know anything, let alone now... now that Meng Ting has grown up, what happened to him was perhaps much more serious than he had guessed.
The orphanage, the Mengs, and even his Grandma had to be looked into again.
"Why did you take medicine?" Yan Sui asked and stroked Meng Ting's back, so that it might make him feel a little bit better.
"If you don't want to say it, don't say it."
His degree of kindness to Meng Ting was already beyond his expectations.
Meng Ting continued embracing Yan Sui's shoulders. He buried his face on his neck and could not help but rub his face on the man. He then said, "There was a time when my health and Grandma's wasn't very good. We often got sick, so we have a lot of medicines at home..."
"I was always hungry. I thought I was sick, so I ate lots and lots of medicine..."
Meng Ting glanced at Yan Sui and saw that he did not show any disappointment. He quietly let out a sigh of relief. "Afterwards, I found that it was useless, so I didn't take medicine anymore."
"How long did you take it?" Yan Sui's expression became a bit colder. What did he mean with he was always very hungry...? Did Meng Ting starve until he took pills for his meal?!
Meng Ting was silent again for a while before answering his question, "I don't really remember... Later on, I really didn't take medicine anymore."
His eyes were swerving, and he was very restless, but the next moment, he hugged Yan Sui's neck even tighter, "You said you were going to consider me. I already trust you. You can't go back on your words."
Of course, even if he regretted it, he did not know what he could do. He could not beat him if he would beat him. Meng Ting did not seem to have the money to persuade people.
"Pack all your things. Starting today, you're staying with me."
He could not set his mind at rest leaving Meng Ting in the Meng's residence. Ten days from now, they would be living together so it would be fine if they would do it earlier.
Meng Ting could certainly understand such simple and clear order, but he did not immediately act according to what Yan Sui had said. He was stunned for a long time. His hands that were hugging Yan Sui, were slightly loosened. He raised his face and earnestly looked at Yan Sui. There was some joy and uncertainty in his eyes.
"Yan Sui, I seem to like you even more."
Hearing these words, Yan Sui's heart warmed up at once. However, he was still faintly unsatisfied with Meng Ting's 'seem.' Of course, it meant the same way as Meng Ting liking him very much but there was something like 'seem.' However, he kept this to himself and did not correct it.
Author: Chai Jidan
Translator: synecdoche-acookie, Renkun27
Proofreader: KainGuru
Sun Ye's group was able to find Poison Master Mo Ru in an inn. Poison Master Mo Ru looked quite leisurely and carefree as he was drinking and making merry inside his room. After Sun Ye had explained his purpose for coming to Poison Master Mo Ru, Poison Master Mo Ru looked as if he was going to an opera — not a bit of a ripple was on his face.
"Would Poison Master be willing to enter the imperial palace with me?" Sun Ye asked with utmost deference.
Poison Master Mo Ru slightly tilted his head to take a glimpse of Sun Ye and said: "I'm not willing."
Sun Ye noticed that, based on the expression on Poison Master Mo Ru's face, he did not seem to be one that he could persuade. He could not help but have misgivings in his mind. It turned out that the most difficult matter was not to find Poison Master Mo Ru; rather, it was to convince him to report back to the imperial palace.
Sun Ye had heard that Poison Master Mo Ru was fond of handsome men. As soon as he would see a handsome man, he would let down his guard, and follow that person closely from behind. If he were to tell him that entering the imperial palace was for the Third Prince, he wondered whether Poison Master Mo Ru would waver or not.
Poison Master Mo Ru had already seen Sun Ye's cautious and embarrassed look. In his mind, he could not help but laugh.
His love for beautiful men was not a sham; however, it was not only the fine looks that was worth considering. Just like this Young Master Sun Ye, who was frowning as he was deep in his thoughts, his looks were not bad. Although it was such a pity that he had an upright disposition and was not at all pragmatic, which simply made Poison Master Mo Ru suddenly lose his interest in him.
Poison Master Mo Ru gave two belittling coughing sounds, hinting that if Sun Ye did not have any other requests, he should already leave. Sun Ye looked at the circumstances, and hastily bent at his waist to ask: "Wonder if Poison Master Mo Ru is willing to offer his assistance to the Third Prince?"
"Who is the Third Prince? Third Prince and Second Prince, Eldest Prince or any other scholarly men within the imperial palace, what's the difference?" Poison Master Mo Ru played with the wine pot in his hands, with a scornful look on his face.
Sun Ye did not expect that Poison Master Mo Ru, who was so fond of handsome men, would actually be someone who did not know the doings or who the Third Prince was, nor was it his first time going to the imperial palace since he was cultivating the legendary poisonous insects, so it would be reasonable to say that he should have come across with the Third Prince before.
Sun Ye once again frowned, then hastily added: "The Third Prince is currently known by all as a handsome man whose first under heaven."
Having said that, Poison Master Mo Ru suddenly stopped fiddling with the wine pot in his hand. He looked up and asked Sun Ye: "Is he more handsome than you?"
Sun Ye was astounded hearing these words. This was probably because he has been living within the premises of the imperial palace since he was a child, and he has also been working under the leadership of the Third Prince. There was no one who would take note of his looks at all. Being referred to as such by Poison Master Mo Ru, Sun Ye's cheeks somewhat blushed unexpectedly.
"This someone who is beneath you is simply not worth mentioning in the same breath as with the Third Prince. The Third Prince has an emperor's handsome body. His handsome looks are beyond compare..."
Still not yet finished talking, Sun Ye discovered that there was no shadow of that person anymore right before his eyes. He looked at the casement. He did not know when it was pushed open. Poison Master Mo Ru was actually at the point where he was eager to report back to the imperial palace. When Sun Ye walked to the window, he found that Poison Master Mo Ru's shadow had already disappeared.
By the time that Sun Ye had caught up reporting back within the imperial palace, Poison Master Mo Ru had already treated most of the injuries of the Third Prince in his training room. Sun Ye had a tight heart. He did not expect that the Third Prince would end up getting injured; furthermore, when he went out first, it was Mu Xueshi who was seriously injured. How did it become the Third Prince this time? Could it be because Poison Master Mo Ru arrived late, he himself worked on treating Mu Xueshi's wound?
Thinking of this, Sun Ye had a sense of sourness in his heart. First was because of his dereliction of duty, the Third Prince was seriously injured. The second was because the Third Prince had so much love for Mu Xueshi. He never saw the Third Prince smile at anyone, but in the past two weeks, the Third Prince's facial expression was obviously softer...
Beads of sweat had already seeped out of Poison Master Mo Ru's forehead, and his hands behind the Third Prince's back also began to slightly tremble. He did not expect that there was actually such a ruthless person within the palace, who would use a lot of blood from the thousand-year-old legendary poisonous insects to mix with his own blood to make it into a highly toxic poison, and then internally pass it into the other's body by the Third Prince's effort to treat the wound.
If Poison Master Mo Ru came a step later, the Third Prince probably would have been on the verge of dying. Even though now that Poison Master Mo Ru had come, the Third Prince also would suffer pain from the bite of the poisonous insects for several days before he could recover. On the other hand, the person who persecuted the Third Prince would suffer physical injury. If he did not get treatment within seven to forty-nine days, then he would die a tragic death under the oppressing harm of the poisonous insects. He did not know who loathed the Third Prince to the point where they would sacrifice someone for sake of persecuting the Third Prince.
BMHS : Chapter 17.2 – Starting today,you're staying with me
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: chiangyushien, Renkun27
Proofreader: Lonelycauliflower
Meng Ting nestled against Yan Sui's body for a long time before he got up and packed his things.
As a matter of fact, there was nothing to be packed. He was basically all alone in the Meng's residence. In these few days, he also did not have many clothes, no, he still had another thing that which Yan Sui had given him — the phone that already belonged to him.
Yan Sui saw that he only had some luggage and he did not ask anything. He walked over to him and lead Meng Ting by his hand. "Let's go."
Meng Ting was being led by his hand but the tension in his beating heart still did not disappear.
Could he really leave the Mengs? Would he leave the Mengs' residence soon? If this was a dream, it must be the most beautiful dream he had ever have.
Yan Sui tilted his head and looked at Meng Ting for a while, then he took off his overcoat and draped it over Meng Ting's shoulder, "Put it on. Don't get cold again."
Meng Ting nodded and obediently put it on.
Meng Ting was one meter seventy-six, but Yan Sui's height was one meter eighty-nine. Of course, this overcoat was a little bigger for Meng Ting, especially the sleeves. He could not find his hands in the sleeves.
Meng Ting deliberately rolled his sleeves at once to make his hands come out, and then he spontaneously held Yan Sui's hand again. He liked to be held by him, and he also liked to hold his hand.
Wang Feng, the secretary, had been talking things with Uncle Wen for a while in the living room. He actually already got Meng Ting's ID card and household registration book that has been sent in the morning. Incidentally, he also learned that there was a coffee shop and restaurant under Meng Ting's name.
Yan Sui looked at Meng Ting, who was by his side, "Sit here for a while. I'll go and talk to Grandpa Meng for a moment. I'll be back soon."
"Okay," Meng Ting obediently nodded his head. He knew that Yan Sui was going to talk about the matter of taking him to live in the Yans' residence.
In his heart, he really wanted to believe in Yan Sui, but he still had some doubts and worries that he could not control. He doubted Yan Sui's ability to take him away now, knowing that this was something he could not do for himself before he died in his previous life.
Meng Ting's face had a somewhat abnormal flush and his body was covered with Yan Sui's overcoat. They stayed in the room for a short time. Meng Ting's eyes were so eagerly looking at Yan Sui's figure from the back. At that moment, Uncle Wen and Wang Feng were both planning many things.
Wang Feng coughed and moved to Meng Ting's line of sight. His boss should not be so inhumane to the point of putting his hands on a minor.
Although his age in the ID card and household registration book has been changed, it still could not change the fact that Meng Ting was still under 18 years old.
"Can I have a glass of water?" Hearing Wang Feng's cough, Meng Ting also felt that his throat was a bit uncomfortable. The voice that came out sounded a bit hoarse, and Wang Feng, who generally was willing to firmly believe in Yan Sui, was also shaken.
Uncle Wen waved his hand and a maid brought in a cup of warm water. Meng Ting sipped it a bit and then drank it all up in gulps.
When Old Master Meng heard Yan Sui's decision to take Meng Ting in advance, he was very surprised for a moment; but in the end, he still permitted it. It was useless to keep Meng Ting in the Mengs' residence for ten more days. On the contrary, he was pleasantly surprised with this particular attention that Yan Sui showed Meng Ting.
He thought that when Meng Ting would get married to Yan Sui, he would spend his life being treated coldly by Yan sui. However, Old Master Meng did not expect that this troubled grandson — not only made He Wan take a fancy of him — but he seemed to make Yan Sui like him, too.
Of course, he did not dare to whatsoever look down on Yan Sui, he has been able to firmly seize the head position of the Yans for all these years. At this moment, Old Master Meng was also not able to say for certain what kind of strategy that these two, mother and son, were playing after all.
"Yes, you can," Old Master Meng nodded. He looked at Yan Sui with a smile, "You should regularly allow Meng Ting to come back and visit here to see me."
Yan Sui's expression was still indifferent as before, but it was also regarded as calmer, "Sure, we'll come visit regularly."
The two men said a few more words then Old Master Meng got up and accompanied Yan Sui out. When they came out to the hall, everyone there looked at them.
Feng Zejiao and Li Yifei were also there. They had interrogated Meng Ting for quite a while. They did not get the answer for everything they asked about, but Uncle Wen started to explain it for them in a moment.
"There's no need to see me out. I'll go with Meng Ting."
Old Master Meng smiled then looked toward Meng Ting. This was the first time he looked at Meng Ting carefully. His skin was fair. His eyebrows and eyes were picturesque. Among all his grandchildren, Meng Ting was indeed the most outstanding in appearance.
"You have to get along well with Yan Sui in the future, and you can't stir up any trouble."
When Old Master Meng spoke, Yan Sui already walked over to Meng Ting's side. Both of them looked at each other. Finally, Meng Ting's heart calmed down. He looked toward Old Master Meng and gently bowed but he did not answer him.
"Take care."
Even if he could not continue living with Yan Sui in the future, he also would never return to the Mengs for sure.
"Let's go." Meng Ting turned around and smiled to Yan Sui. Both of his hands stretched forward and firmly held Yan Sui's hand.
Yan Sui, in his bleak life, the warmest and most splendid sunshine so far, was the sunshine that could only be caught by him.
He turned around to Old Master Meng and lightly nodded then he led Meng Ting to go outside. Wang Feng took Meng Ting's luggage and followed them, a few steps from behind.
"I'll be good to you," Meng Ting felt that these words meant nothing to Old Master Meng but it was necessary to say this to Yan Sui — that he was going to get along well with Yan Sui.
"And, I won't make trouble." Meng Ting believed that he was very well-behaved most of the time. "I'll obey and listen to you."
He glanced at Meng Ting and raised his hand to touch his forehead. His fever was still as before and did not come down. He changed the hand that Meng Ting held. Then afterwards, the hand, that formerly held him, immediately pulled Meng Ting, half pulling him into his arms and half hugging him in his embrace.
BMHS : Chapter 18.1 – The 28-year-oldvirgin's heart was ferociously struck at this moment
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: chiangyushien, Renkun27
Proofreader: KainGuru
Wang Feng looked at them from the back and his eyes were opened wide. He was certain that if this was not in the Mengs' residence, Yan Sui would have directly carried Meng Ting away in his arms for sure.
On top of that, with Yan Sui's mindful appearance to protect Meng Ting, this all the more had confirmed his previous guess that his boss had indeed turned into a beast.
When the driver Old Zhao saw them coming towards him from afar, he opened the car door. Yan Sui got in the car first then he pulled Meng Ting in.
Wang Feng also sat in the front passenger seat. Old Zhao glanced back and then started the car.
Meng Ting obediently sat for a while then moved to Yan Sui's side. After that, he was taken into Yan Sui's embrace again.
"Lie on my lap if you feel uncomfortable and sleep for a while. We'll be home soon."
"I don't feel uncomfortable. It's not uncomfortable at all." He felt that he was mentally invigorated, and he could run five or six kilometers without stopping. He looked at Yan Sui with his eyes opened wide and felt that no matter how many times he saw him, it was still not enough.
"I'm happy, so happy," he said while wrapping his arms firmly around Yan Sui's waist. Generally speaking, he was only familiar with this one person. To adapt to an environment, it would require him a long time; but for Yan Sui, it was as if he did not feel like this.
It must be because they were going to get married. They would be the most honest and intimate partner to each other in the future, but it would be a few days in advance.
When Yan Sui hugged Meng Ting, he did not know at all that Meng Ting was thinking like that in his mind. Yan Sui was rather anxious. He was afraid that he and the Yans would not be as good as what Meng Ting had in mind. At that time, would he be happy or not? However, he would not back out from their marriage and Meng Ting also certainly would not regret it.
The distance from the eastern suburbs of Haicheng to the northern suburbs of Haicheng was not short. Old Zhao was familiar with the road conditions, and they still arrived after more than an hour. Meng Ting also had fallen asleep in Yan Sui's embrace for a long time. Now, not only was his forehead hot, but his breath was also very hot.
When the car door opened, Yan Sui got out of the car and then carried Meng Ting out from the car.
Uncle Xiao, the butler of the Yans, had been observing at the door for a while.
"When Li Yi arrives, take him to my room."
"Yes." Uncle Xiao looked old at about 50 years old; however, Yan Sui was closer to him than to his secretary, Wang Feng. Most of the servants in the old house were the elders who watched Yan Sui grow up. This Uncle Xiao was also the same.
More than half an hour ago, he received a call from Yan Sui, and the servants of the entire old house started to get on their feet.
Their master wanted to take his wife back to the house. Of course, Uncle Xiao did not forget that Yan Sui told him to ask the Yans' family doctor to come over. Their family doctor, Li Yi, should arrive in about five or six minutes.
Yan Sui carried Meng Ting all the way to the second floor. Wang Feng opened the door for him and he continued carrying the man to the bed in his room.
He then stood up and took Meng Ting's coat and shoes off. He pulled the quilt and covered him.
Uncle Xiao's wife, Nanny Wang, came in with hot water and a towel. She took a quick look at Meng Ting, who was on the bed, and the color on her face faded. "Hey, what happened to this child? I think his fever is very serious. Give him a sponge bath. I'll go look for a thermometer, and rush Xiao Li at once. He's not supposed to slack off at work like this."
Nanny Wang was filled with indignation. In this age, she really could not tolerate seeing anyone getting sick, and she looked more worried than Yan Sui.
Yan Sui undid the button on his cuff, rolled his sleeve up a bit, then wrung the towel and patted Meng Ting's face. He undid several buttons on Meng Ting's collar and patted his neck and nape.
Meng Ting slightly opened his eyes, and he saw Yan Sui's visage against the hazy white light in the background. He gently smiled and closed his eyes again. His eyes were so heavy. He was obviously not very tired, but he had no energy.
"Yan Sui, I already feel much better."
"Don't talk. It's not for you to say whether or not you feel much better."
Yan Sui had never experienced being so worried for someone continuously for a length of time, but he was not fed up at all. On the contrary, his love for Meng Ting was becoming more and more obvious.
Meng Ting opened his eyes and looked at Yan Sui. His clear tearful eyes were clean enough to reflect the person's image before him.
"Be good. Let's see what the doctor will say."
When Yan Sui saw that Meng Ting was looking at him, he suddenly could not help but to long for him. He reached out and caressed his hair, then he instinctively coaxed him.
Meng Ting nodded, and then he stretched his hand out of the quilt to hold Yan Sui's hand that was about to leave. He slowly placed it on to his cheek, then he could not help but to rub his cheek against it, "I'll be good."
When Yan Sui read these words in the text message before, he was unable to bear it, even more so now. The 28-year-old virgin's heart was ferociously struck at this moment. He lightly pursed his lips up into a smile, but he did not know how he should respond at this moment.
After Meng Ting said this, he slowly closed his eyes, but he still held on to Yan Sui's hand and did not let go.
Yan Sui's palm was placed intimately on Meng Ting's soft cheeks. He could touch with his fingertips a few of Meng Ting's long and curly eyelashes. He looked at Meng Ting's face and suddenly understood what it was like to be amazed. Previously, no matter how long he would look at Meng Ting's photo, whether it was at the beginning or at the present, he did not feel much about his face. He only thought he was a good-looking boy and nothing else.
At this moment, he really felt that this kind of fragile and delicate beauty was enough to put a spell on his heart.
To sum it up, Yan Sui was in a daze. Uncle Xiao and Li Yi just happened to see this scene of Yan Sui affectionately looking at Meng Ting when they came in after pushing the door open.
Both of their footsteps stopped for a moment then continued to come forward. Yan Sui quickly curbed his daze and looked toward Li Yi. "Examine him."
After saying that, Yan Sui got up and stepped aside and then went to the other side of the bed and sat down. He looked quite serious.
BMHS : Chapter 18.2 – The 28-year-oldvirgin's heart was ferociously struck at this moment
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: chiangyushien, Renkun27
Proofreader: KainGuru
Li Yi had a medicine kit in his hand. When Nanny Wang was looking for a thermometer, she saw that Li Yi had arrived. She did not say anything anymore and just stood beside Uncle Xiao. Yan Sui did not hide his special treatment toward Meng Ting, so they also chose the same spot as him.
Although they were still unfamiliar with Meng Ting's temperament, there was no room for them to oppose Yan Sui because Meng Ting was the 'madame' that was approved by Yan Sui.
They were mere servants. Even if they had work for a long time and their feelings were rather different, that could not make them forget their own duties. Moreover, the two old masters who passed away and the present one, which was Yan Sui, had never treated them unjustly. This was the secret agreement that they must understand.
After a basic checkup, Li Yi looked at Yan Sui, "It's the common cold. First, let's attach an IV line to him so that we can manage his fever, then I'll prescribe some medicine. If his condition improves by tomorrow, he won't need to go to the hospital."
Seeing that Yan Sui had no objections, Li Yi went to prepare the IV line.
He found Meng Ting's hand in the quilt and then clenched it. His cheeks and forehead were hot, but his fingertips were cold out of fear, so he knew that Meng Ting was not asleep.
"Be obedient."
"Yes." Meng Ting whispered his answer. He was not really asleep. Even though taking medicine or getting attached to an IV line frightened him, he promised to listen to Yan Sui before. He did not want to go back on his words. Perhaps, after so many years, he would get used to it.
Meng Ting opened his eyes and looked at Yan Sui. He also saw Uncle Xiao and Nanny Wang, who were standing not far behind him.
"This is Uncle Xiao and this is Nanny Wang," he looked at the two again. "This is Meng Ting. Later on, you have to treat him the same as you have treated me."
"Yes," Uncle Xiao and Nanny Wang simultaneously bowed as they answered.
Their answer served as the response for all the old servants and maids in the household.
Normally, they seldom stayed in Yan Sui's room for too long. Now, since they had been introduced to Meng Ting, they both bowed again and left the room.
Meng Ting's eyes shifted from their receding figures and looked around the room. "Is this our room?"
Yan Sui hesitated for a moment and responded "Yes." Considering that they were going to cohabit, it was very likely that this would become their room. However, before Meng Ting asked this question, Yan Sui had not thought about it yet. He carried Meng Ting and subconsciously went into his own room.
Based on Uncle Xiao's thoughtfulness, he must had prepared a separate room for Meng Ting. Yan Sui mulled over the issue about Meng Ting's room for a bit but chose to temporarily cast it aside.
"Are you tired? Do you want to come and sleep together with me?" Yan Sui's bed was very big, so it was not a problem if three or five would sleep in it, what more if it was just two of them. Meng Ting saw that Yan Sui was hesitant, so he added, "I'm very well-behaved when I sleep. I don't snore nor talk in my sleep."
Even if he had a nightmare, he would be very quiet. At most, he would just turn to the side and rise suddenly from his sleep, so in general, he would not disturb others in his sleep. Meng Ting was sure about this because when he was isolated in the senior high school's dormitory, and there were seven more who shared the same room with him, nobody knew that he always had nightmares at night for a month.
Yan Sui had not answered yet when Li Yi and Uncle Xiao came in again. When Meng Ting saw the things in Li Yi's hand, his face instantly became ghastly pale. He was unable to think about pulling Yan Sui to accompany him to bed anymore.
Of course, Yan Sui, who was looking at Meng Ting, also noticed the instant change in his expression. Yan Sui frowned but did not stop Li Yi's next move.
Meng Ting's hand was lifted out of the quilt, then Li Yi glanced at Meng Ting and said, "Relax a bit."
A big boy should not be scared of pain like a little girl, to the point of needing someone to coax him, but his nervousness was quite easy to see.
Meng Ting did not speak. To be precise, he was too nervous to speak.
His gaze passed quickly from Li Yi to Yan Sui and back one more time, then he closed his eyes.
On the other hand, Li Yi was inserting the needle into his blood vessel on the back of his hand. He continued doing this until he finished setting up the IV bottle on its stand by the side of the bed. After a few moments passed by, Yan Sui found that something was wrong. He lifted Meng Ting to sit up from the bed and his voice was very serious.
"Open your eyes, listen to me, open your eyes, breathe!"
Feeling that there was something foreign that was flowing into his body, Meng Ting was somewhat unable to control those dark emotions. When he slowly opened his eyes, those hollow-like eyes were a bit frightening. His face was ghastly pale. He really did what Yan Sui told him to do but he was so nervous to the point that he felt that it was suddenly difficult to breathe.
Li Yi was also a bit frightened but after he noticed something was wrong, he immediately pulled the IV needle out, then he asked, "Does he have a fear of needles [1]?"
([1] What Meng Ting experienced was not a form of phobia but what we call Vasovagal syncope. It occurs when you faint because your body overreacts to certain triggers, such as the sight of blood or extreme emotional distress. It may also be called neurocardiogenic syncope. In this scenario, he reacted because of the IV needle insertion.)
Human psychology had gradually became a branch of Science in the modern times, but human exploration of it was still very insignificant. Many mental illnesses were harder to cure than some terminal illnesses.
Many people's fears were generally brought about by mental and psychological trauma that was left behind at a very young age. Unless the patient would undergo special treatment, it was usually difficult to recover, such as in vasovagal syncope.
To treat Meng Ting's illness, it was necessary to give him an IV treatment or to give him an injection, but in Meng Ting's case, he could only take medicine. Thus, the healing effect was not as fast as IV treatment.
"I'll prescribe him some medicine."
Li Yi was familiar with the Yans' affairs. He also received invitations for his and Meng Ting's wedding banquet today. He was very surprised to see the person here in person but taking his main principle as a professional family doctor, even if he was curious, he would not ask a lot of questions.
"Wait for a moment in the living room. I'll come to find you later."
"All right," Li Yi nodded and then glanced at the person who shrunk in Yan Sui's embrace. He could not see Meng Ting's face at all. He quietly went out.
"Yan Sui, I'm too useless."
Meng Ting had tried his best to control his shivering, but this was not something he could deliberately control.
"No, it's my fault." Yan Sui said. Meng Ting had told him beforehand what he was afraid of, yet he still wanted him to change. He wanted him to try. It was him who was too impatient and inconsiderate.
"We won't use IV, injections, and medicine, but you must get better soon," Yan Sui covered him with quilt and hugged Meng Ting. He touched his cheeks and forehead and felt that he was still feverish. He lowered his head and naturally kissed Meng Ting on his forehead.
"Be good, I'll watch over you."
BMHS : Chapter 19.1 – You're also mytreasure
Author : Jianjia Nizi
Translator : Chiangyushien, Renkun27
Proofreader : KainGuru
Meng Ting's eyelashes quivered at Yan Sui's peck. He merely closed his eyes and yet, he opened them wide again. There was a bit of unusual astonishment in his eyes. He slightly raised his face and it rubbed against Yan Sui's cheek. When Yan Sui briefly stopped and as he tilted his face, Meng Ting's lips also brushed against his lips.
It was too fast, too light, and too sudden. It could almost make people feel that this kiss was an illusion. Yan Sui took a deep breath. With his fingers, he supported Meng Ting's head in leaning back, then gently pushed him back. This abrupt loss of control of his had made Meng Ting's heart somewhat flustered.
Meng Ting's eyes were still pure, but Yan Sui's peck on his forehead was a careless and yet, so gentle touch, which let him discover another way of expressing their intimacy, apart from hugs.
"When I become better, I'll kiss you again. I'm still sick now. I mustn't infect you." Meng Ting whispered, then he slowly closed his eyes. He was sick after all. The event that took place just now really consumed his mind. Yan Sui enclosed him with his warm and securing embrace. Soon afterwards, he fell asleep.
Yan Sui gazed at Meng Ting's face for a long time. After he was certain that he fell asleep, he reached out and touched Meng Ting's lips. After a long time had passed, that soft and gentle touch was still clearly engraved in his mind, and his eyes gradually darkened, and his ears flushed. The influence of this kiss on him had exceeded his calculations.
He moved his gaze away from Meng Ting's lips, then stretched his hand out to rub the little space in between his eyebrows. Soon afterwards, his distressed feeling and those raging emotions faded away. He continued to stay at the bedside for a while before he went downstairs to look for Li Yi, then they talked about Meng Ting's situation.
"This can be difficult..." Meng Ting was sick, yet he could not take medicine. Now, he only had the common cold, so he would most likely endure it; however, if he suffers from other illnesses in the future, he definitely would not endure it.
"You've hired me to think of a way. I'll contact some psychiatrists and ask for their opinion first, then I'll let you know."
He wanted to know more about the situation, and Meng Ting's circumstances should not be hurried at all.
"If he can't take Western medicine, how about Chinese medicine?" Li Yi looked at Yan Sui with knitted eyebrows, then suddenly gave him this suggestion. Generally speaking, he learned Western medicine and he rarely recommended Chinese medicine to people. However, Meng Ting could not use Western medicine.
"Would you like to try medicinal food? I learned it from your grandmother." Nanny Wang suddenly cut in. When she saw Meng Ting just now, she felt that he really needed to be nourished. Yan Sui's grandmother, who had passed away, had excellent medicinal food recipes. Nanny Wang had learned a lot of them as her assistant.
"It may not be a bad idea," Yan Sui recalled how Meng Ting looked like when he enjoyed eating his food. He thought this idea was still feasible.
Nanny Wang hurriedly left and Uncle Xiao escorted Li Yi out. Yan Sui sat in the living room for a while, then went back to the room to continue watching Meng Ting.
He moved his laptop and sat down on the sofa next to the bed to work. At least if he raised his eyes, he would be able to see Meng Ting.
Meng Ting also continued sleeping soundly. As he had said so himself, when he slept, he was really well-behaved and did not move that much, but his eyebrows were slightly knitted, and he did not have a good sleep.
When it was almost five o'clock, Yan Sui put down his laptop and stepped forward, then pulled the quilt to cover up to Meng Ting's chin. After that, he reached out and caressed Meng Ting's hair. "Wake up. Eat something first then you can go and sleep again."
Meng Ting slowly opened his eyes. After he was sober and calm, he slowly sat up then leaned against Yan Sui's arm and mumbled with some sadness and frustration. "I've died many times."
Meng Ting was telling the truth, but it was too difficult for Yan Sui to believe and understand his feelings. He only treated him like he was having a nightmare. "What are you saying? You're still in good shape with me here." He patted Meng Ting's back gently and did his best to make him feel better. "Do you want to eat in this room or eat downstairs with me?"
"Let's go downstairs. I want to be with you." He rubbed his face against Yan Sui. He felt reluctant to part from the other. Thinking that he could be together with Yan Sui in the future made his mood gradually brighten up. At night, he would ask Yan Sui to hug him tightly for a while.
Yan Sui opened the luggage that Meng Ting brought. He gave him comfortable clothes to change into and took him to the bathroom within his room to wash his face, then he led the boy with his hands down the stairs. In both of his lifetimes, Meng Ting had never felt being taken cared of like this.
He quietly thought to himself as he measured Yan Sui with his eyes. It seemed like if he was a bit troubled, Yan Sui would promptly block it. Yan Sui's actions when he took care of Meng Ting were not very skillful, but he did not show any signs of impatience from beginning to end. Perhaps, it could be said that he had already began enjoying doing it.
The two men came down the stairs, holding each other's hands and Nanny Wang and Uncle Xiao could not help but look twice; however, they immediately brought the dishes in.
"Why don't you guys sit down and eat together with us. There's so many dishes here. Yan Sui and I certainly can't finish it all."
The long table was half full. Even if Yan Sui and him were starving, they still could not eat them all. Not to mention that he was still sick now, which would affect his appetite a bit.
"Uncle Xiao, Nanny Wang, let's sit down and eat together."
Yan Sui would usually only eat breakfast at home and he did not mind it if they ate together. There were not many opportunities like this and there was nothing wrong with Meng Ting's idea. Nanny Wang and Uncle Xiao hesitated for a moment, but they came over and sat down.
It was okay if they only ate together with Meng Ting, but if He Wan was there, they would never do this.
BMHS : Chapter 19.2 – You Are Also MyTreasure
Author : Jianjia Nizi
Translator : FoxyJung, Renkun27
Proofreader : KainGuru
Meng Ting was sitting on Yan Sui's left side. Yan Sui personally opened the medicinal food in front of Meng Ting and carefully looked at Meng Ting's reaction. He said, "This is the medicinal food that Nanny Wang prepared. Take a look and see whether you can eat it or not. If you can't, don't force yourself."
Meng Ting came closer and sniffed it, then he narrowed his eyes. He responded, "It smells good."
Uncle Xiao and Nanny Wang, who looked as serious as they were, immediately let out a sigh of relief. Nanny Wang smiled kindly and said, "If you like it, then you should eat more. I, Nanny Wang, am also a bit capable of doing this."
Meng Ting picked up his spoon then he looked around and saw that everyone was staring at him. His eyes opened wide, then he asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"
"Let's eat," Yan Sui could not help but smile. He took a few pieces of meat with his chopsticks and some vegetables to Meng Ting's plate, then he also ate.
Meng Ting finally took the medicinal drink that was prepared by Nanny Wang into his mouth. It smelled like medicine, but it was pleasant to drink. He even drank a few sips of it before he started eating.
He basically did not need to worry about using his chopsticks to pick from the dishes. Whenever the food on his plate ran down to half, Yan Sui would immediately add more food to his plate.
Although Uncle Xiao and Nanny Wang did not serve any dishes for him, that kind of harmony was not hard to feel. This dinner was completely different with dinner at the Mengs' residence, and it was also not the same as when he was eating alone.
He swallowed the food in his mouth and looked at Yan Sui who was as calm as a mountain. He said, "When I'm better, I'll serve food for you, too."
Meng Ting basically did not know how to be good to others, but now that there was someone who was so nice to him, he could learn from the other. No matter what, Yan Sui was so nice to him, so Meng Ting would also do the same for him.
Meng Ting's eyebrows curved up, his tone was earnest, and his appearance was exceptionally pleasing to the eye. Yan Sui gently nodded and then, he smiled again.
Meng Ting gazed at the table, then he eagerly looked back at Yan Sui and said, "I want that eggplant. It's really delicious with rice."
"Okay," Yan Sui responded. He stood up and reached out for the dish, then he gave Meng Ting a big portion of it. Meng Ting really ate half a bowl of rice with it.
When he was about to eat the fourth bowl of rice, Yan Sui stopped him, "There's still medicinal food at night. Don't eat too much."
Meng Ting rubbed his tummy. He was indeed full, but there was still a bit of soup left in the eggplant dish. He thought it was a shame to throw it away, but he had not figured out how to say it to Yan Sui. Yan Sui noticed this so once again, Yan Sui said, "Have another half a bowl."
"Okay." Meng Ting immediately smiled at Yan Sui. What made Yan Sui change his mind was simply because he knew that Meng Ting would smile at him like this.
A 17-to-18-year-old teenager, eating three or four bowls of rice for dinner, was really not too strange. Even though he was still sick, Nanny Wang and Xiao Bo were very pleased. Their good impression on Meng Ting had sharply increased. Oh, how well-behaved and good to feed this child was.
Meng Ting, who was full now, was nearly half numb on the sofa in the living room. He squinted and held his tummy, but he really enjoyed the feeling of having a full meal, so he liked Yan Sui, who had given him a full meal, even more.
Yan Sui walked over and before he could even say anything, Meng Ting leaned over and hugged his waist. Meng Ting's furry head was in front of his stomach. Yan Sui reached out and caressed it. He almost forgot what he was going to say.
A moment later, Yan Sui finally said, "Let's go and take a walk. I'll show you around."
"Okay," He replied. Meng Ting's cheek was pasted on his suit. He rubbed and rubbed his face on it and only then did he let go of Yan Sui. Meng Ting looked up at Yan Sui and Yan Sui reached out his hand to him. Meng Ting's gaze shifted from Yan Sui's face to his outstretched hand.
Meng Ting did not hesitate anymore. He placed his right hand on Yan Sui's open palm and they held each other's hands. It was a natural action, but it was also very unusual for both Meng Ting and Yan Sui.
"After having a full meal, you shouldn't be sitting down right away."
Although Meng Ting's satisfied expression looked really cute, it was not good for his health. Yan Sui also needed to take care of him.
Meng Ting obediently nodded, then he looked at Yan Sui, full of expectations, "Can we walk together after that?"
"Yes, we'll walk together," Yan Sui swept a glance at Meng Ting. To be able to have such a person to walk with him until he was old was something that he had never thought of before. However, when he looked at Meng Ting now, it felt good and it was something he would be looking forward to.
However, even if he looks forward for it, he would still need to hold himself back. After all... Meng Ting was still too young. They still have a long future to go. How long would Meng Ting be willing to accompany him?
Meng Ting suddenly stopped walking, so Yan Sui also stopped and took a look at him.
"Yan Sui."
"Yes?"
"I get it now."
The sight of the night lights was only enough for them to see each other, but it was enough.
"You said before that I'm precious. It's because you like me, right?" This thought had been running around Meng Ting's mind. He still felt that he did not have the qualifications to be treated as a treasure. However, Yan Sui said it with certainty, so it must be true that Yan Sui liked him.
Yan Sui liked him. Meng Ting was not a treasure in others' eyes, but in Yan Sui's eyes, he considered him as a treasure.
Meng Ting said those words with a smile on his face, then he took a step forward and held Yan Sui's other hand. He earnestly said, "You're also my treasure."
In other words, I like you, too.
BMHS : Chapter 20.1 – Anyway, this wasYan Sui's first time to be pushed down on bed
Author : Jianjia Nizi
Translator : FoxyJung, Renkun27
Proofreader : KainGuru
Meng Ting's jaw was slightly raised, his eyes were pure and clean, and he was completely clueless about how significant those words that he had uttered were. Perhaps, that was exactly what he wanted to convey; but for an average person, it was really difficult to utter such words with an earnest look.
It was not a love confession, it was Meng Ting's sincere words; but it could still make people feel shocked.
The two of them gazed at each other for long time. Yan Sui's ears gradually became hot and he was once again stirred up by Meng Ting's words, making Yan Sui somewhat at a loss. He looked at him and Meng Ting did not shy away from his gaze. Meng Ting looked frank and sincere and there was sincerity in his eyes. He was certain. He was serious...
Meng Ting did not deliberately say these words to tease him, but after he carefully thought about it, he felt that he had to tell Yan Sui those frank and straightforward words that could warm up people's heart.
He could not refute Meng Ting's words at all. For him, Meng Ting was truly a treasure he could only find by chance. To be met with such words of confession, he felt overly helpless and also happy in his heart. It was the kind of happiness that could not be overlooked.
Without using much force, Yan Sui gently pulled Meng Ting into his arms and embraced him, then he said, "Yes, you're right."
He liked Meng Ting and Meng Ting liked him as well.
Once again, a smile bloomed on Meng Ting's face. Rubbing his face against the other again would not be enough. He leaned over and glanced at Yan Sui's lips, then he pecked his cheek.
His cherry-colored lips fell on Yan Sui's tensed face. His kiss was like a feather carelessly brushing his cheek, bringing along a bit of Meng Ting's scent.
Yan Sui's eyes were dazzled and his body stiffened. At this moment, he should react a bit or do something a bit, yet he fell into this soft kiss—he was mystified. The firmness and frankness that he had before were completely gone now.
Meng Ting's eyes were still opened wide. Kissing was a matter that was new and unfamiliar to him, but since he was not rejected by the other, he smiled then leaned on Yan Sui's shoulder, "I want to kiss you. I couldn't resist it. Will you wash your face later?"
Yan Sui pursed his lips. He was afraid that he would not want to wash his own face. He lifted his hands then touched Meng Ting's face.
Meng Ting was still a little feverish and Yan Sui's hands felt really comfortable touching him. He could not refrain from grazing his hands on Meng Ting's face.
Yan Sui felt that Meng Ting liked this, so he also did not stop. After a long time, he let go of Meng Ting, then took him to continue walking, but the feeling of his heart continuously beating never wavered. He was drowned in this fast rate. He was twenty-eight years old, yet he never felt like this before.
There was no magnificent and exquisite parterre in the Yans' old residence. There was only one emerald green lawn. Meng Ting could not see anything else, but he felt that the field looked good. He would not have to worry about not having a place where he could have his morning jogs later.
The sky was gradually getting darker and became more evident because of the white lamp at the edge of the lawn. It was going to rain today. Yan Sui took a tour around with Meng Ting. Seeing that it was almost time to take Meng Ting back, they only walked around once on each floor.
"Nanny Wang and Uncle Xiao lives here. When I'm not at home and you need something later, but you can't find anyone in the living room, you can just come here." After saying that, they walked some more. When they reached the fitness room, Yan Sui talked again, "This is our fitness room. If the weather is good in the future, you can run here and exercise."
It was just a fitness room, but it was actually very big. There were all kinds of sports equipment. It was not easy for Meng Ting to use the lawn outside since it was just ordinary grass but was enough to be used for playing golf. The vast area that the lawn covered was beyond Meng Ting's imagination.
Of course, he did not think too much about it. The Yans were rich. No matter what, he could also eat those meals and sleep on a bed. His request for Yan Sui has been low enough. As long as he could eat and sleep well, it was more than enough.
"If you want to learn anything in the future, just tell me. If I'm free, I can personally teach you. When I'm too busy, I can ask Uncle Xiao to invite people to teach you." Yan Sui said this after seeing Meng Ting touch the sword equipment.
"Okay." Meng Ting nodded. He was really interested in this fitness room.
Yan Sui brought Meng Ting back to second floor again, "This is my study room. There are many books here. If you want to read them later, you can come in and take them."
Meng Ting hesitated for a bit to take a step further into the study room's door, then he came in. He was naturally embarrassed by the seriousness of the study room. In a moment, he became a lot more reserved. Fortunately, Yan Sui did not let him stay here for long, then Yan Sui took him to the third floor.
"This is my father and mother's wedding room. That is my grandfather and grandmother's room. The other one is a vacant guest room."
The two rooms were closed. He turned around then Yan Sui brought Meng Ting back to his room.
"You're still sick. Don't worry. You'll get familiar with this place later."
BMHS : Chapter 20.2 – Anyway, this wasYan Sui's first time to be pushed down on bed
Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: synecdoche-acookie, Renkun27
Proofreader: KainGuru
Meng Ting nodded. He went to the bed and lied down, then he looked at Yan Sui, "You must be awfully busy. I can take care of myself."
Yan Sui did not respond. He pulled the quilt over Meng Ting, got up, and moved a chair near the side of the bed. He still planned to do work here.
Meng Ting understood what Yan Sui intended to do at that moment, so he moved away from that spot, pulled the quilt into a corner, then eagerly watched Yan Sui.
"I need to type on the keyboard, so it will be a bit noisy."
Meng Ting immediately shook his head upon hearing these words, "I don't mind. Besides, I've already slept for a day." He wanted to accompany Yan Sui from the bed, so Yan Sui might as well as go to the bed, so that they could get closer with each other.
Yan Sui slightly nodded after hesitating. He changed his clothes then sat on the bed, while Meng Ting lied down by his side. Not long after, Yan Sui continued with his work. Meng Ting moved a bit forward from where he was initially, then he managed to get closer to Yan Sui.
Yan Sui continued to work, and he looked at Meng Ting from time to time. At first, Meng Ting fiddled with his mobile phone and then decided to put it aside. Soon afterwards, he closed his eyes and lied on Yan Sui's side.
Yan Sui wrapped his arms around Meng Ting's waist. It was the first time that Yan Sui handled this kind of matter in such a circumstance. Compared to the past, he was slightly more absent-minded and maybe restless, but still, it was obvious that Meng Ting liked this. His brows were smoothened a little and slept better than before.
Yan Sui was helpless. He could not match Meng Ting's eloquence with intimate words, nor could he match his spontaneous enthusiasm. Perhaps, he should read many books on that aspect.
At about ten o'clock, he turned off his laptop, and went downstairs again. He saw Nanny Wang simmering the medicated food on a low fire. He took some and went back up.
He ruffled Meng Ting's hair and said, "Wake up. Have a sip of this soup before going back to sleep."
Meng Ting's head moved, but still did not wake up. Yan Sui continued to rub his head, and after rubbing gently for a little while, he realized that Meng Ting seemed to be sleeping better now.
He had no other options. He could only pull this person upwards to a half-sitting position, "Wake up."
Meng Ting encircled Yan Sui with his arms, but his eyes still did not open. With a somewhat ambiguous voice he said, "Yan Sui...I woke up."
"Hmm," Yan Sui lightly answered. He continued to hold Meng Ting up in a sitting position and took a pillow to place it on the side against the wall. He put him on the pillow, but Meng Ting gradually gained his energy and tightly held him.
"Yan Sui, I had a really good sleep." He had no nightmares—no more dreams about death...this was extremely hard to come by. He had not slept like this for such a long time, "Thank you."
"I only did what I was supposed to do, no need to thank me."
Yan Sui had become more and more accustomed to being intimate with Meng Ting; thus, he continued to hug him, but he was actually pondering deeply about the reason behind Meng Ting's 'Thank You.'
"In that case, can you hold me to sleep later?"
Meng Ting's voice was soft, carrying a hint of nervousness and expectation. He rubbed against Yan Sui and said, "I really like it when you embrace me."
Meng Ting was completely unaware that he had once again indirectly rendered Yan Sui speechless. After some time, he pushed Meng Ting's shoulder away, then got out of bed. On the other hand, Meng Ting looked at him with a puzzled look on his face, as if he was asking why he did not hug him.
He reached out and Meng Ting grabbed his hand and rubbed it against his cheek, then continued to look at him.
Being looked at with those eyes, Yan Sui subconsciously said, "Take your medicated food first, otherwise it will get cold."
Meng Ting gazed at the bewitching soup on the sofa table and his eyes lit up. He moved Yan Sui's hand away from his cheek, but he still did not let it go, then he said, "I can smell it. It's really fragrant."
When he finished saying this, he swept his gaze on Yan Sui's face. Generally speaking, eating was the most important thing for Meng Ting. However, he still could not get an answer for his question earlier. He was still expecting it. Perhaps...this was a very difficult question to answer.
"Meng Ting, you're still young. I'm afraid that you'll regret it."
Yan Sui was subconsciously trying to change the topic, not because he was not willing to hug him. It was because he knew, whether Meng Ting would have an affair or not, it would be different for him. If they really take a step forward, and Meng Ting comes to regret it, he would be unlikely to let him go.
"I'm not a minor," Meng Ting did not quite understand how it was related to the issue that he was a minor. After thinking about it, he remembered that he really became young again, but not too young.
"You won't regret, and I definitely won't regret."
When Yan Sui hugged him, he could sleep well. How could he regret it? It was all he could wish for.
Meng Ting rushed forward and pounced on Yan Sui, who was caught off guard, on the bed, "Yan Sui, if you don't want to hug me, can I embrace you?"
Wherever could this so-called 'embrace' be? He was clearly like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
Meng Ting talked softly, but he was quite overbearing. Anyway, this was the first time that Yan Sui was pushed down on the bed.