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BMHS : Chapter 31.1 – In any case, I don't kiss people I dislike. I like to kiss you, Furball and Rhubarb

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung, chiangyushien

Proofreader: KainGuru

When Meng Ting and Nanny Wang were talking, he saw Zhen Han from the corners of his eyes. He paused, then turned to look at Zhen Han. When Zhen Han thought that he was going to say something, Meng Ting turned his head back leisurely, then stuffed a strawberry in his mouth, and chewed it continuously with both of his cheeks bulging.

"Sister-in-Law, do you hate me?" Zhen Han understood that he was really annoying in some respects. However, so far, he was sure that he had not exposed these traits of his to Meng Ting yet, and Meng Ting was, in a way, a slow-witted person.

When Meng Ting heard him ask this, he was somewhat surprised, so he looked back at Zhen Han; nevertheless, he shook his head.

Zhen Han smiled, walked over, and sat on the sofa next to the wall. He slightly raised his chin and said with certainty, "In that case, Sister-in-Law, you like me." He was gentle mannered and adorable, really deceiving!

He felt proud all of a sudden, but he saw Meng Ting shake his head once again. He neither likes nor hates me, what does that mean?

"You're Yan Sui's cousin. I don't hate you, but I don't like the bad things you say about Yan Sui."

When Meng Ting let the cat out of the bag, the living room suddenly became quiet. Nanny Wang bowed her head and secretly reprimanded Zhen Han. She saw the remote control on the table and immediately turned the TV on. The sounds coming from a drama series reverberated within the living room, making the awkward frosty atmosphere seem better.

However, Nanny Wang still looked at Zhen Han with disagreement. How could he speak ill about Yan Sui behind his back, let alone, Meng Ting did not like it. Even she and Uncle Xiao did not like it either.

"Ha ha," Zhen Han touched his nose. He laughed possibly out of joy or anger, whatever the reason was, it was difficult to distinguish. When he looked at them again, Meng Ting and Nanny Wang were already immersed in watching the TV.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you...ngh."

"Ahem, ahem..." Zhen Han swept a glance at the TV and gently coughed. What perfect timing. It was the scene where the main couple was kissing. He glanced at Meng Ting once again and found that he did not look embarrassed, but there was a little bewilderment in his eyes. When the storyline progressed, he became completely at a loss...

Zhen Han suddenly felt that Yan Sui was a little inhumane. This Meng Ting clearly did not understand anything. Just looking at the beginning, he could already guess the story flow and the melodramatic ending of this young campus idol drama; however, Meng Ting was unable to make sense of what he was watching — he was puzzled over a kiss...

So, these two seem very intimate, but in fact, they're still at the stage where they're just holding hands and embracing each other? This Yan Sui's too useless!

While Zhen Han was watching TV, all kinds of thoughts ran around in his mind. Meng Ting, who was seated on the sofa beside him, was really watching TV. Despite being puzzled over a kiss, he was also confused about the plot of the TV series, to the point that when Yan Sui came down the stairs, the three, who were too focused on the TV, did not realize it.

Nanny Wang was the first to notice Yan Sui, and need not reminding, she got up and offered her seat.

Yan Sui sat down and wound his hand around Meng Ting's waist. While Meng Ting's eyes were fixed on the TV, he leaned his body consciously on Yan Sui's. When the scene in the TV changed, Meng Ting also looked away from it. He looked at Yan Sui and said, "You came down. Are you tired? Thirsty?"

"I'm not tired or thirsty," Yan Sui said as he started to tighten his hold a little. Meng Ting was nearly squeezed in his embrace.

Meng Ting was a normal seventeen-year-old boy. His skeletal frame was naturally not too small. However, Yang Sui felt that Meng Ting's position in his arms was particularly suitable for him. As Meng Ting had said, they were very suitable for each other and matched in various senses.

Seeing that Meng Ting was still looking at him, Yan Sui asked, "Is it interesting?"

Meng Ting hesitated for a moment, and only then was he able to nod, "Not bad, even if it's strange in some respects. They said they hated each other, but they still kissed. Isn't it that only those who like each other could kiss?"

Meng Ting also knew that his belief was not necessarily right for the world, but he still said stubbornly, "In any case, I don't kiss people I dislike. I like to kiss you, Furball and Rhubarb."

Zhen Han and Nanny Wang's minds grew weak and numb when they heard this, let alone Yan Sui, who was facing Meng Ting squarely.

Although Meng Ting used these 'intimate words' subtlety to make Yan Sui stand side by side with Furball and Rhubarb, he was referring more to Yan Sui.

He reached out and ruffled Meng Ting's hair, then he also rubbed Meng Ting's cheek, "You're right."

Meng Ting was slightly taken aback when he heard this. He nodded happily and even came closer to say, "Yan Sui, you also think my opinion is right."

It felt nice to be acknowledged by Yan Sui. If no one else was around, he would have kissed Yan Sui. He thought about it and gently pursed his lips. Yan Sui also gazed at his lips.

"Ahem..."

"Ahem," Nanny Wang and Zhen Han both coughed to make their presence known, but they stood up in the end.

"I'll go back upstairs to the bathroom."

"I'll look after Furball and Rhubarb."

Before their wattage was completely depleted, the two finally found an excuse to leave that sticky living room which did not need a servant to stay for them.

Meng Ting looked back and saw that their retreating backs were completely gone. He no longer had any scruples; he just wanted to hold Yan Sui's hand and straddle across the man's legs.

He firmly held on Yan Sui and straddled across the man's legs. When it comes to possessiveness, Meng Ting might have wanted to surpass Yan Sui a little in terms of his words and deeds.

Yan Sui's face was overflowing with helplessness as he smirked; nevertheless, he indulged in Meng Ting's overbearing posture.

Meng Ting stuck close to Yan Sui's cheek and rubbed against it, "When they were here a moment ago, I had to endure and work hard not to hug you. Now, I want to hug you a bit longer."

"Okay," Yan Sui responded. His gaze fell on Meng Ting's curved eyebrows. He came a bit closer, then pecked on the space between Meng Ting's eyebrows. Meng Ting's eyelashes quivered gently, but he did not close his eyes; instead, he took the initiative raising his face, then he smiled and said, "I had to bear with not kissing you as well, now I can finally kiss you..."

Before Meng Ting could even finish his statement, Yan Sui sealed his mouth with his own lips, and immediately disposed of Meng Ting's uncertainty with this sudden action of his.

Meng Ting did not put forth more strength when he straddled over Yan Sui's legs; instead, he sat directly on Yan Sui's lap. Compared to Yan Sui, he was actually a little shorter, so this posture just complemented their unequal height.

When their lips parted, the couple looked at each other. Yan Sui held Meng Ting's waist, and Meng Ting cupped Yan Sui's face firmly, then they kissed once again. When their lips and tongues collided, lightning stirred up fire on the ground [1]. This kind of numbness and stirring of the nerves swept their minds for a moment and their heartbeats accelerated, like two fawns, that jumped vivaciously and ran wildly when they were let loose.

([1] 天雷勾动地火 : 天雷 or lit. 'heavenly thunder' or 'lightning' metonymy male desires. 乾 or qian in the eight trigrams represents male principles and has the heavenly/firmamental [天 or tian] nature. Conversely, 地火 or lit. 'ground fire' refers to female desires. 坤 or kun in the eight trigrams represents female principles and has the ground [地 or di] nature. Therefore, continuous usage of this in love stories points out that nature has bestowed mankind with instincts geared toward irresistible desire/lust.)

At the end of their kiss, the two men pressed against each other's forehead. It took a long time before they could open their eyes slowly. They looked face to face afterwards and could not help but smile at each other.

Their shyness was a little less than when they were intimate in the past, and this kind of comfortable and warm feeling grew with each passing day. Such kiss became more and more addicting for Meng Ting, and also for Yan Sui.

Meng Ting embraced Yan Sui's neck and leaned on his shoulder. His peaceful sleeping look was more well-behaved than Furball's, making Yan Sui's tender heart be left in a complete mess.

He ruffled Meng Ting's hair, and found it hard keeping himself from smiling. Originally, Yan Sui thought that it was unlikely for him to like someone and it was even less likely for him to kiss someone in his living room.

However, things like human affairs were something difficult to foresee. Him liking a person — this matter was the most impossible thing to happen. Furthermore, what could possibly happen in the future? Even he, himself, was unable to determine the answer to this question, but one thing that he could confirm was that he had already began expecting unexpected occurrence like this.

Zhen Han going back upstairs was only an excuse. He sat in his room for a while and when he felt that it was almost time, he came down.

However, when he came down, he saw that those two were embracing each other inseparably. The blue veins on his forehead unconsciously throbbed. He was single and did not have a boyfriend to shown off, was it necessary for them to bully him like this? There're really no human rights!

"Ahem..." he coughed once again to make his presence known. Yan Sui turned to look at him and gave him a warning glare.

Zhen Han did not understand so he came closer. Yan Sui carried the boy in his arms and got up. He also toned down his voice.

"He fell asleep."

"Oh," After hearing him say this, Zhen Han immediately nodded. Not only his voice was a little softer, but his movements as well. He turned around, but then turned back to face Yan Sui once again and whispered, "Then...are we still going?"

BMHS : Chapter 31.2 – In any case, I don't kiss people I dislike. I like to kiss you, Furball and Rhubarb

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung

Proofreader: KainGuru

It was already two o'clock, and if they were to leave now, they would arrive at the beach more or less at four o'clock. They could play in the water for a short while then watch the sun set. On top of that, drinking wine, chatting, singing, and dancing were the regular program for parties at the villa.

If they waited for Meng Ting to wake up, they would be late and they would not be able to watch the sun set by the time they arrive; therefore, it would be meaningless to choose the beach for the venue.

"Let's go," said Yan Sui. He took a step forward and walked out. At the door of the living room, they waited for a while. Uncle Xiao came over with a suitcase and was also carrying a long coat in his hand. He came closer and draped it carefully over Meng Ting's body, who was in Yan Sui's arms, then took two steps back.

Yan Sui turned around and walked ahead with the boy in his arms. Zhen Han and Uncle Xiao followed after them, two steps from behind.

Uncle Xiao handed over the suitcase to Zhao Bing, then Zhao Bing placed it in the trunk. Yan Sui sat in the back seat with Meng Ting's in his arms, then Zhen Han sat properly in the front passenger seat.

Uncle Xiao retreated two steps once again, then bowed slightly as his eyes followed the car go further away. After a long time, his face that was previously too serious, revealed a little smile.

Their patriarch really liked his wife very much, just as much as his two former masters liked theirs. This is good, so good.

The car made its way on the asphalt road to the seashore. Zhao Bing's outstanding driving skills came into play today. Even if he had to make a big turn, he tried his best to drive out of the perfectly straight lane. It was a good road for the car and there were no noises that were at sixes and sevens; thus, Meng Ting had a completely good sleep in Yan Sui's arms.

Contrariwise, Zhen Han felt a bit oppressed. In his Moments, he posted a row of 'hush' emoticons, and along with it was his grievance.

Originally, he thought that if he left with Yan Sui and Meng Ting, he could chatter freely for the whole journey. However, the only one who was willing to listen to his chatter was Meng Ting, and to his surprise, Meng Ting had fallen asleep in Yan Sui's arms, even before they set out for the journey.

Even without Yan Sui's warning, he did not dare to make a noise, so he just swiped and swiped on his Moments and looked helplessly at it, because he would eventually have to endure it.

Yan Sui looked at his watch. Meng Ting had been asleep for an hour and a half. He stretched his hand out and ruffled the furry head in his arms. He wanted to wake him up, but Meng Ting just rubbed against his hand, mumbled something, then continued to sleep like a log.

The space between his eyebrows were filled with peacefulness and Yan Sui's will to wake the boy up suddenly diminished.

The quality of Meng Ting's sleep had never been good, and at the moment, he slept well, which was rare, so Yan Sui just let him have his own way.

With this in mind, Yan Sui continued to hold the boy in his sleep, patted him from time to time, and once again, Meng Ting was completely fast asleep.

The car stopped in front of a three-story compound villa, which stood on a golden sand beach that was visible in front of the villa. From a distance, they could see a group of men, wearing Bermuda shorts, as they rushed over toward them. They were staying and chatting in the villa before they arrived. When they heard them arrive, they swarmed out as well.

Zhen Han was the first one to come out of the car, and several people greeted him right away.

"Master Han, why..."

However, Zhen Han's first action when he got off the car was precisely the same as the emoticons he had posted in his Moments. He put his index finger on his lips as a gesture to tone it down a little and he looked really serious, so the man, who was speaking to him, obviously lowered down his voice.

"...did you come out of Boss Yan's car?"

Zhao Bing got out of the car, walked to the backseat, then opened the door. Yan Sui got out of the car, then he carried Meng Ting in his arms out of the car.

Meng Ting's body was still draped with a long coat and more than half of his face was hidden, with one side of his face pressed against Yan Sui's chest. It would be a surprise if one could see what lies underneath this.

This was what they call a living interpretation 'Only after a thousand entreaties does she appear' and 'Her face half hidden behind the pipa in her arms [1].' At first, they were just curious about what Yan Sui's wife looked like. Now, they were sitting on the edge of their seats.

([1] These two lines were excerpts from the 'Song of the Pipa Player,' which was a long poem by the Tang poet, Bai Juyi [772-846].)

These group of men wanted to open their mouths to talk, but when Yan Sui swept his gaze on them, all of their throats solidified, which almost suffocated them to death.

They only knew that they could not speak, yet in the end, they did not know why they could not speak. They dared not to send meaningful glances directly to Yan Sui; instead, they confronted Zhen Han. However, even if their eyes were about to pop out, Zhen Han, himself, kept his lips pursed and shook his head, unwilling to reveal anything.

He felt oppressed during the entire journey, naturally, he also wanted to let them have a good feel of this sour feeling of being unable to speak when you wanted to speak.

"Yan Sui! You're the host, but you just arrived. The sun's about to set, and you haven't seen it!" Yan Sui and Zhen Han's meaningful glances could not reach and be seen by Gu Lang on the second floor. Gu Lang bent half of his body over and craned his neck. He was afraid that Yan Sui and the others could not hear him, so he roared that happily.

Meng Ting slept for two hours and now was actually about time for him to wake up, too. However, he felt at ease and muddled in Yan Sui's arms, so he wanted to stay in his arms a little bit longer.

And, with one roar from Gu Lang, his drowsiness seemed to have disappeared and his whole body felt somewhat stiff. He slowly opened his eyes and found that there was quite a lot of sullen and curious gazes.

His body stiffened once again. He was somewhat at loss. He looked up and saw the side profile of Yan Sui's face, and only then did he feel at ease again.

"Yan Sui, what's going on?" Meng Ting whispered.

"Nothing, are you still tired? If you're still sleepy, you can continue to sleep."

Yan Sui looked down. His serious and cold gaze for Gu Lang suddenly dispersed a bit, although nobody could see the difference at all.

Meng Ting continued to hold his hands tightly around Yan Sui's neck, then gently shook his head, "I'm not tired, where are we?" Actually, he wanted to ask why those people around them were staring at his Yan Sui.

"Western suburbs coast. We're finally here."

That was what Yan Sui said as he lifted his foot and continued walking into the villa. Even if Meng Ting woke up, that did not mean that he would put the boy down.

Meng Ting looked at those people, surprised, he was somewhat worried that Yan Sui would be snatched from him, so he used that opportunity to hold on to Yan Sui. He also did not ask Yan Sui to let him down and walk on his own.

The onlookers' expressions were also unanimously indescribable. The strange and unexpected turn of events happened.

This is Yan Sui? This crazy devil who's spoiling his wife is Yan Sui?

It was just a few days ago since Gu Lang organized the gathering, how could this bizarre thing happen?

Gu Lang realized that he made a mistake. He did not dare to crane his neck anymore to look over them from second floor. He sneaked down to the ground floor and took the key, then he personally led Yan Sui and Meng Ting to the room that he prepared for them.

"Don't mind them Little Sister-in-Law. All of the people outside are my and Yan Sui's friends. Take a rest for a moment first, then come out later. I... no, it's Boss Yan who will introduce them to you," Gu Lang said. He retreated three steps, went out of the room and conveniently closed the door.

After Meng Ting comprehended and digested the situation, he slightly loosened up his hands that were clasped tightly around Yan Sui's neck, and said, "Fortunately, it's okay now." He heaved a sigh of relief.

"What's okay?" Yan Sui observed Meng Ting's expression carefully and when he saw that Meng Ting did not look uncomfortable, only then did he place the boy down on the lone couch in the room, but he still kept the boy in his embrace, then he took his hand out.

"Fortunately, it's not the line of people who wants to marry you," said Meng Ting, then he came up and rubbed his cheek on Yan Sui's and added, "You're my man."

The light in Meng Ting's eyes were bright and clean. When he said these words, he cast a quick glance out of certainty.

Yan Sui raised his hand and ruffled Meng Ting's hair. His gaze was entirely gentle as he said, "Got it, I'm your man."

"Hmm." Meng Ting nodded. He moved up closer once again and kissed Yan Sui's cheek, and only after that did he completely release his strong clasp around the man's neck.

He got up and pushed the window open, "So this is the beach, it's so beautiful."

The sea was light blue and clean, the reefs were black, the sandy shore was golden, the sea breeze was warm and salty, and the sound of the sea waves crashing suddenly sounded from afar.

The saffron sunlight shone slantwise through the window and Meng Ting's whole person was enveloped by a tangerine light and shadow. His slightly curly hair was swaying with the wind and was a little softer than those sea waves.

Yan Sui looked spellbound. Meng Ting suddenly turned his head. His cheeks should be slightly reddish in the sunset, and his long eyelashes left a row of silhouettes. That cherry-colored lips that remained unchanged moved, then he said, "And Yan Sui, you're as beautiful as the sea."

BMHS : Chapter 32.1 – I'm your Sister-in-Law, so I'll give ground to you

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung

Proofreader: Zeraphiel25

Two things that were completely incomparable were put together forcefully by Meng Ting. How awkward must that have felt? However, through the look on his face, the emotion in his eyes, and also his eloquence, people could not help but believe him.

Being compared like this by Meng Ting, Yan Sui could not raise any resistance.

When Meng Ting saw that Yan Sui just looked at him without saying anything, he completely turned around, then he came over, grabbed Yan Sui's hand, and pulled him close to the window.

"Does it look nice?"

"It looks nice," Yan Sui answered. He moved forward and pulled Meng Ting in front of him, his hands looped around Meng Ting's waist, and rested his chin over the boy's shoulder. When the sea breeze gently blew in, he slowly closed his eyes.

Meng Ting slightly turned his head to the side to look at Yan Sui. His lips brushed over the side of Yan Sui's face. He stayed in that position a little longer, then he turned his head back. His cheeks were a little red, still, he firmly held on to Yan Sui's hands, that were embracing him by his waist.

Yan Sui opened his eyes slightly, then slowly closed them again. The corners of his mouth evoked a smile. This mood was a little more beautiful than the sunset over the sea.

After a long time, Yan Sui whispered in Meng Ting's ear to ask, "Let's take a walk on the beach?"

"Okay."

They opened the door and came out. The group of men, who were roaming around in the corridor of the second floor, all turned around, one by one, and swept their gazes on them, as if they wanted to find anything wrong with Yan Sui and Meng Ting, but they found nothing at all.

Meng Ting confronted their gazes. His impulse to use all of his limbs to simultaneously grab on to Yan Sui had arisen once again. His eyes slightly opened wide, held Yan Sui's hand with his, and quietly tightened his grasp on it.

Yan Sui looked at Meng Ting and thought that he was nervous when he was looked at by these people.

"This is Meng Ting, your sister-in-law."

"Sister-in-Law!" Five people in the corridor of the second floor dropped their jaws. Regardless if they said it in a loud voice or in whispers, shouting or not, their voice when they said 'sister-in-law' sounded particularly uniform.

"You already know Zhong Ming. He is Ji Ke. He is Xiao Ming."

Yan Sui pointed at three, who were right in front of them, then gave Meng Ting an introduction.

"Hello." Meng Ting said hello. His eyes were full of sincerity, but his body, that was unconsciously vigilant, still remained unchanged.

It felt like he was carrying his favorite big white steamed bun his arms, then he walks in a crowd, not knowing whether they were hungry or not. He could smell that sweet and fragrant flavor, but he was afraid that if anyone approaching would also smell it, they would turn around and snatch it from him.

Of course, he was aware that Yan Sui was not a big white steamed bun, but he likes Yan Sui as well. Even Yan Sui's mother said that if the people who wanted to marry Yan Sui lines up, the line would continue from the north to the south of the city. In that case, how many people would there be? There was a great chance of running into them in a party like this.

He was very worried.

"I'm Shi He. Sister-in-Law, you can just call me Rock, just like Boss Yan does." said a tall man behind Zhong Ming. Yan Sui did not need to open his mouth anymore since he already introduced himself. After Shi He introduced himself, he elbowed the more sophisticated man beside him.

"Senior, I didn't expect I'd be able to have a drink in your wedding feast so soon." The man, who wore a black suit and a white shirt, had white skin, looked so gentle and refined in manners, and spoke quite amiably. "I'm Rong Nan, and I have the same teacher as Senior. Senior was the apple of the eye of our teacher. Even in our gathering, which was held every year, he always boasted about Senior."

"Yan Sui's very good," Meng Ting answered, then nodded, but he grabbed Yan Sui's hand even tighter. Although this Rong Nan did not give him such a strong vibe that he coveted Yan Sui just like Su Siyu, he still felt that there was something odd with him. Moreover, everyone called him 'Sister-in-Law', but it was only Rong Nan who did not address Meng Ting like that.

Yan Sui gently nodded at them and said, "I'll take Meng Ting to the beach for a walk, then we'll come back later."

After he said this, that row of five men naturally made way for them.

Rong Nan slightly hesitated, but made way for them as well, then watched Yan Sui as he led Meng Ting away.

"Gee, why's our sister-in-law so obedient that I want to touch him." Shi He muttered out his own feelings. He smiled and held Zhong Ming's shoulders in front of him. After that, he raised his hand to ruffle Zhong Ming's hair. Since he could not touch their sister-in-law's hair, he could only make do with his buddy.

Zhong Ming had a muddled look, then with sullen face, he began to resist, "Rock, you're so bold. You even dare to touch my hair?"

"How was my touch...?"

Several men, who rarely gathered together, were fighting, making a ruckus, and bursted out with rage. It was a very nasty situation, but they could not deny that they were sincere enough rushing back to Haicheng after traveling thousands of miles.

Yan Sui and Meng Ting heard Zhong Ming's howling downstairs and some of them were even laughing and frolicking, but the couple did not stay. They came out of the villa and went to the beach for a walk.

The soft fine sand that they had stepped on under their feet felt very special. Meng Ting's footsteps were heavy for a moment, then became light the next. He was having a very good time.

He suddenly bent over and grabbed a handful of sand, then said, "It's so soft."

He opened his hands slowly, and the fine sand slipped away from the narrow slits between his fingers. When the sea breeze blew, the sand that was left on his palm was also blown away.

Meng Ting looked down at his palm. Yan Sui did not know what he was thinking of at this moment, which gave him the urge to hold the boy in his arms.

He took a step forward and gently pulled the boy into his arms, then he whispered to ask, "What are you thinking?"

"The wind was so strong that it blew away my sand."

Such matter as grieving over the passing of spring or feeling sad with the advent of autumn, Meng Ting could not do it. There was a reason why he opened his eyes wide, "It blew into my eyes."

He looked up at Yan Sui, and there was already a layer of misty tears in his eyes, which made them look moist.

Obviously, Yan Sui was thinking too much. He almost made an unexpected mistake. However, being looked at by Meng Ting like this, Yan Sui was still soft-hearted.

He let go of his hand from Meng Ting's back, held up Meng Ting's face, and got a little closer, "Bear with it, don't blink."

"Yeah." answered Meng Ting. He lifted his face obediently, and restrained himself from his impulse to close his eyes. His eyelashes could not prolong the control and slightly trembled. His peach blossom eyes' grace covered all in one glance.

Yan Sui's Adam's apple rolled up and down, then he forced himself to concentrate a little. He inspected Meng Ting's eyes carefully, then he blew his left eye, where the sand got into, "Blink your eyes once, then open them and let me take a look at them again."

Meng Ting heard what he said and opened his eyes obediently, but the rims of his eyes and eyelashes were wet and the tip of his nose was slightly tingling. He did not feel wronged, but his aggrieved look was extremely pitiful.

Yan Sui was even more distressed, so he blew it again twice, "Blink again." After a moment, he asked, "Is it okay now?"

Meng Ting blinked again and again. When he felt that it was better now, he nodded, "It's alright now."

He raised his hand to wipe his tears, but Yan Sui caught his hand.

"Don't rub it with your hand." Yan Sui said then fished out a silk handkerchief from the pocket of his suit, and his other hand lifted Meng Ting's jaw, then he wiped his eyes carefully. "You can play with sand, but you need to be more careful. If it gets in your eyes, then it won't be good."

Meng Ting did not respond. He just looked at Yan Sui. The coast's landscape was very beautiful as before, but it was certainly not as good-looking as Yan Sui, who spoke to him like this. Yeah, his Yan Sui looked the best.

As the two men stood on the sandy shore, the setting sun cast oblique rays that lengthened their shadows.

They did not walk too far. Just standing on the second floor of the villa, one could see their figures from afar. From the moment when Yan Sui took the initiative holding the boy in his arms, all of the laughing and frolicking consciously calmed down, and each and every friend of Yan Sui's stared at each other stupidly.

Even if they did not know what Yan Sui and Meng Ting had talked about, was it still necessary to find more evidences? Inadvertently, other than the 'you and me, me and you [1]' sweet words, they completely ignored their intimate behavior. Yan Sui bowed his head to blow Meng Ting's eye, but all of them thought he was asking for a kiss.

([1] 你侬我侬 means "you and me, me and you" it's an expression which is used for two people who are very in love)

Just when their cheeks were about to go sore and withdraw their gazes, the two shadows overlapped again, but this time, it seemed that Meng Ting kissed Yan Sui.

"Oh my gosh! I want to fall in love, too. I definitely don't want to be oppressed like this." Shi He cried out loud and hooked Zhong Ming's neck firmly once again, "How about if we get together?"

Zhong Ming looked sideways, "Okay, deal with my Dad first, then I'll get together with you.

"Hehe," Shi He laughed and withdrew his hand, then he looked at Zhen Han, "Master Han, let's get together. Boss Yan is too much! We must give him a taste of his own medicine."

Zhen Han glanced at Shi He seriously and then turned his head and said, "You're too ugly."

Shi He got shot twice in a row and dejectedly retreated two steps. He looked extremely sad.

"Okay, okay, is there anything good-looking for you, haven't you been oppressed enough?" Gu Lang said loudly, but he looked like he had just been oppressed miserably. He escaped the first day, but he could not escape the fifteenth. He was mentally prepared, but he did not expect that Yan Sui would be so inhumane. Didn't they realize there's a dozen bachelors here!?

In fact, Meng Ting did not kiss the man at all. Since the sound of the sea waves was too loud, he was afraid that Yan Sui could not hear him, so he leaned a little closer, that was all.

"I like you, I like you very much."

The afterglow of the setting sun reflecting on Meng Ting's eyes was very beautiful. His eyes were so absorbed in looking at Yan Sui, as if only he could hold him down.

The reality was also the same. At the moment, Meng Ting completely forgot where he was. The heartbeat in his chest suddenly became very clear, and of course, Yan Sui's heartbeat was the same. He was too excited and his heartbeat was too fast, even when there was no kiss involved and they were not calming each other. Yan Sui only talked to him and watched him, and his heartbeat accelerated.

At this moment, he did not need anyone to tell him. He was aware that what had caused this erratic heartbeat of his was a very simple reason, yet it was the most unexplainable one.

He had never liked anyone before, and it was unlikely that he would like anyone else in the future.

He likes Yan Sui now and even in the future. He was very sure about this.

Meng Ting's flowery language repertoire was very small and he did not know how to describe his own like for a person. He could only repeat the word 'like' itself incessantly, yet this word was more touching than any flowery phrases.

BMHS : Chapter 32.2 – I'm your Sister-in-Law, so I'll give ground to you

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung

Proofreader: Kainguru

The sound of the sea waves crashing made some noise as they come and go. Yan Sui did not even have a way to determine whether his heartbeat was getting faster or slower. This feeling was very special, as if his world had shrunk in an instant, narrowing down to the point where he could only see what was right before his eyes.

After a long time, he responded to Meng Ting with a gentle smile on his face, then held his hand. It was the kind of holding hands wherein ten of their fingers were clasped together. After that, both of them continued roaming on the sandy shore that was laden with the afterglow of the setting sun.

There were a total of thirty who were coming to this party. Yan Sui's long-time good old friends were also coming. The atmosphere was livelier than ever. Even if Yan Sui gets mad and harsh at everyone over and over again, he could not stop their enthusiasm to gossip as it raged in their hearts.

The little information that Gu Lang and Zhen Han had was already reviewed several times by everyone, but their information about Meng Ting was still miserably little. Apart from the information that he was an illegitimate son of the Mengs, which was already known by the public, the rest of the information about him was unknown.

Now, they have seen that the boy looked exactly like the one in Yan Sui's photo. Meng Ting was young, well-behaved, gentle, and adorable; however, it was really quite difficult believing that Yan Sui would like this kind of sincere youth. Not that Meng Ting's character was not good; rather, his character was really not compatible with Yan Sui's.

"How are they incompatible? Our Sister-in-Law's very good," Zhen Han suddenly rebuked Rong Nan's slightly euphemistic statement at once. He could not tolerate outsiders who were saying that Meng Ting was not compatible with him. He did not like it at all.

He swept his eyes on Rong Nan. He also did not want to pursue what kind of feelings he had when saying those words. After he finished telling him off, he continued working on what he was doing—cleaning the plates. This was already the third time that he washed them. At this moment, he was hesitating whether he should wash them for the fourth time or not.

"It's not that he isn't good. It's just that, in the last few years, it's been hard for my Senior. And now, he even has a childish..." He no longer continued speaking from here since Yan Sui had already led Meng Ting back.

Yan Sui ruffled Meng Ting's hair and there was no need to say more about what his pampering meant. What was even more difficult to ignore were his chuckles. It was quite rare for him to laugh like this in front of others, but when facing Meng Ting, this was his common expression.

If you really felt sorry for Yan Sui for all these hard years, then you should now feel happy for him.

Throughout one's lifetime, it is not easy finding someone who would want you to smile from the bottom of their heart. Obviously, Yan Sui was lucky. At the most appropriate time, he met someone who could bring him a smile.

"Boss Yan, Sister-in-Law, come here quick. We'll have a barbeque today and everyone has to help." Gu Lang said loudly. The moment Meng Ting looked up, he grinned once again and said, "Sister-in-Law, you'll be an exception. What do you want to eat? Boss Yan will grill it for you."

"Will it be difficult? I want to grill for Yan Sui, too."

Meng Ting swept his gaze around. He did not know if he could do it well since he was clumsy.

"It's not difficult." Gu Lang resisted his heart's urge. He found that Meng Ting was more temperate than Yan Sui, but he was so sincere that he did not know that what he had said stabbed someone else's feelings.

There was no one who wanted to grill for his meals. Gu Lang tucked his weeping little heart under his clothes, and continued to say, "The ingredients have been washed, use the strings..."

"Hmm?" Meng Ting listened earnestly, but realized that Gu Lang suddenly stopped talking, so he was slightly puzzled.

When Gu Lang went against Yan Sui's gaze, his body became stiff in an instant. He muttered, "Boss Yan knows, he'll teach you."

After he said this, Yan Sui finally tore his gaze away from him. Gu Lang turned around. His face was wrinkled and looked like he was about to cry. He did not want to be Yan Sui's target in the future. He still wanted to take advantage of his youth and have a good time.

When he heard this, there was some delight in Meng Ting's face. He looked back at Yan Sui, then whispered, "Will you teach me?"

"I'll teach you," Yan Sui said as he pulled Meng Ting and walked over to the edge of the sink. After all, they played outside for a moment, so it was quite necessary for them to wash their hands.

Meng Ting himself had not been able to move yet when Yan Sui skillfully rolled up his sleeves. Meng Ting looked up at Yan Sui, stood still obediently, and let Yan Sui help him.

After both of his sleeves were rolled up, Yan Sui turned the faucet on first, then he pulled Meng Ting's hands and placed them under the water. He rubbed and kneaded them, then poured some liquid soap. Meng Ting did not move disorderly. Yan Sui quickly helped him wash his hands clean, then he took his handkerchief out and wiped them dry.

And so, in a short while, he was also able to wash his own hands. Meng Ting then grabbed the handkerchief from him and said, "I'll help you."

He said then bowed his head to help Yan Sui wipe his hands dry. After that, he handled the handkerchief with care and kept it in his pocket, then he said, "When we get back home, I'll help you wash it."

"Okay."

Yan Sui could feel Meng Ting's desire to repay him for his kindness. This felt warm and special. He could not refuse it at all.

The people around could not bear looking at them anymore, so they went ahead and washed their own hands. They had been oppressed once again. It was indeed too cruel.

Yan Sui taught Meng Ting how to string together some vegetable ingredients. After that, he smeared some sauce on the skewers and placed them on the barbecue grill. Yan Sui was not very skillful with it, but he was somewhat knowledgeable. He taught Meng Ting mainly on how to string the ingredients together.

On the other side, they also specially invited chefs to handle their meals. They started preparing the roast suckling pig in the morning and also some seafood. The aroma wafted in the air. Even those who were not hungry should be hungry. Moreover, they had a lot of fun today, so it was natural that they were hungry right now.

Gu Lang took a few people in front of the villa and assembled a long table on the sand to accommodate everyone. After that, he wiped the tables and the stools. He arranged the plates, knives, forks and wine glasses and also various kinds of fruit on the table. Those foods that were already roasted well were served on the table, and then the steaming hot roasted suckling pig.

"Oh my, oh my, how can we make it in time?"

Zhen Han definitely did not care about his image. If anyone dares messing around and spill gravy before him, he would pick a fight with them.

They wanted to be carefree when they were together. Who cares about image?

The chefs took the assistants and asked help in carrying the roast suckling pig down. With all the trouble, the ingredients that were extremely heavy were finally strung together under everyone's efforts. The one who was in charge of roasting, also nicely roasted two full plates.

"Come and have a seat. Let's eat first while they're roasting."

After Yan Sui heard this, he took Meng Ting to the edge of the sink to wash his hands again, then they came over.

There was only a little light on the horizon, but its brightness was still enough to see people clearly. Then, Gu Lang pressed a switch and the sandy shore lightened up.

Everyone came over and sat down. Yan Sui swept his gaze away, then said, "Eat."

Fortunately, they had no wine in their mouths; otherwise, they would have had the urge to spit it out. Even if it was just a small expression of his goodwill, he should also say something different. What's with this 'eat?'

Naturally, this was an unspoken criticism in other people's hearts, but Meng Ting was very happy. He was already craving for food since he did not eat anything earlier.

Yan Sui looked at Meng Ting, and his voice was a little lower, "Eat."

"Yeah, you eat, too."

Everyone was hungry, too. After the couple began to eat, they began to eat as well. Once in a while, they would bow their heads to talk, but it was still joyous and harmonious.

"Boss Yan, I offer politely this drink to you and Sister-in-Law, may you live a long and happy life together."

"Right, may you live a long and happy life together!"

Shi He took the lead and the surrounding crowd roared of laughter. He opened a bottle and poured the wine. There were all kinds of hubbub. They would not let Yan Sui slip away if he did not get drunk.

Shi He, you're a good man!

How many sceneries did Yan Sui destroy before? This opportunity was hard to come by, could they still make it back?

Yan Sui was mentally prepared before he came here. He raised his wine glass and swayed it gently, "Meng Ting is still young, no alcohol for him today. He'll just drink some fruit juice."

Yan Sui's shamelessness was really no match under the sky. Almost everyone had this sentence in their hearts. Especially since he was shamelessly serious and dignified. They never thought that this young wife could be useful like this.

Meng Ting bit on a piece of meat, his cheeks moved and moved, and he looked around in circles, finally falling back on Yan Sui. His heart and eyes were filled with admiration. His alcohol tolerance was particularly low and Yan Sui knew it without even asking him. He was really amazing.

"Little Sister-in-Law can't drink. Boss Yan, you have to drink."

Shi He received all kinds of gazes from the others. He spoke in behalf of the vast majority.

Yan Sui gazed away and gave Meng Ting a chopstick of green vegetable salad first, "You need to eat vegetables, too."

"Okay," When Meng Ting heard him say this, he immediately forked up a chopstick of vegetables and stuffed it in his mouth. After that, he gave Yan Sui a sweet smile.

Right after that, Yan Sui's countenance eased up a bit. He turned to look at Shi He, then lifted a wine glass, and tried his best to drink a mouthful of red wine.

"Great!"

"This Sister-in-Law is really capable."

Shi He almost lost, but Meng Ting's smile made Yan Sui drink willingly.

Meng Ting failed to understand why he said he was capable, so he looked and tried remembering where he could be competent, and yet, he still picked up a piece of meat, "You have to eat, too. It's not good to drink too much wine all at once."

"Okay," Yan Sui put down his wine glass and wanted to fork a bit of meat. The fork that Meng Ting had still had not left yet and forked up a piece of meat once again. He then took it to Yan Sui's mouth. Yan Sui did not hesitate to open his mouth and bite it.

"This meat is tender and quite tasty."

In Meng Ting's opinion, sharing delicious food with Yan Sui was absolutely important and necessary in his 'being good to Yan Sui.' After all, he was too slow-witted to think of good things for Yan Sui by himself. There would be too few good things that he could do, so he must accomplish what he had already thought of.

"It's tasty." Yan Sui nodded. There was some smiling expression in his eyes.

Compared to Meng Ting's hesitation in feeding him with cake last time, it was obvious that Meng Ting must have been more comfortable now.

"Master Han, will you feed me once, too?" Gu Lang bumped himself against Zhen Han, who was beside him. He was really stirred up by this couple.

Zhen Han barely swallowed a piece of meat. He turned around and gave two words to Gu Lang, "Get lost."

Gu Lang dared to touch and try the spoon that he had been using for eating?

Being stirred up too much, Gu Lang feebly turned to his side; however, Zhong Ming, who was beside him, was also not in the mood to greet him. He was more interested in getting Yan Sui drunk and he was thinking hard about what auspicious words he could say.

After this glass of wine, the atmosphere brightened up completely. Everyone sat while eating, then stood while eating, and walked while eating. In the distance, the sound of the waves crashing was not as lively as this scene of bustle and excitement.

Yan Sui had drunk at least two bottles of red wine, yet he was still as steady as Mount Tai, and his face remained unchanged. It seemed as if his drinking capacity was like a bottomless pit. On the contrary, those few, who were hooting fiercely the most since the beginning, were now somewhat staggering as they stood up.

From the beginning until the end, the ones who really ate the barbecue were only Meng Ting and Zhen Han, as well as Yan sui, who Meng Ting never forgot to feed. Those two were foodies. The first one was a man who had a little wife to take care of and the last one was exceptionally eye-catching.

They laughed, made a noise, drank, and had fun all along until around ten in the evening. Even eating champion, Meng Ting, could not eat anymore. He was really overfed.

Furthermore, this barbecue stuff was mainly an interesting process, but eating too much was not good for their health. In the back, Yan Sui asked the chef to cook a small bowl of noodles for Meng Ting, according to his previous request to add a little bit of spiciness in it.

BMHS : Chapter 32.3 – I'm your Sister-in-Law, so I'll give ground to you

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung

Proofreader: Zeraphiel25

After Meng Ting finished eating, his mood rating had soared once again. Not only was he smiling at Yan Sui, he would also play with him once in a while. Yan Sui also responded with a smile.

They were Yan Sui's friends. Even though they were not his friends yet, in the end, they were different from strangers. This was what Meng Ting realized tonight.

However, the party did not end here. They had not reached the peak of their daily programme yet.

"Go back?" Gu Lang immediately raised his voice as he looked at the extremely unfathomable Yan Sui closely. Nevertheless, this is a party where you took Sister-in-Law to meet everyone, this isn't like the parties we had in the past where we settle the accounts, why do you want to beat everyone up before you let them off?

"You don't want to make me do a roll call, everyone stand up."

After Yan Sui said this, all kinds of noises disappeared. One by one, they stood in a row and pitifully looked at Yan Sui, then gave Meng Ting, who remained calm and collected, a meaningful glance. Dear Sister-in-Law, please save us.

Unfortunately, the frequency band of Meng Ting's brainwaves was too strange to receive requests from them.

Three seconds later, nobody could stand Yan Sui's colder look anymore. Each and everyone stood up obediently, including some of those who were often absent and would run away by going overseas. It was an unexpected calamity. They could just watch the excitement in the Moments, why bother coming back!

However, Yan Sui was really dead earnest about this. They had been friends since childhood. It was impossible for him to see them walk in the crooked ways. Some of the programmes that were often found in this party would play a role in supervising and urging them.

Yan Sui's standard to not beating people up was actually very low. They must absolutely not take their chances on pornography, gambling, and drug abuse, in the same way as fighting and brawling and street racing that could injure people. Their lives were too good and were too pampered in their families. Sometimes, this party would give them an illusion of omnipotence and they desired to seek excitement in this party.

Yan Sui was responsible for letting them understand what one of the costs would be after the excitement.

"I was street racing with others abroad last month, but we were on a mountain road. There was no one and nobody got arrested, too."

Even if the circumstances were not that serious, it was inevitable that they exchange blows with Yan Sui, so they cleared out the venue very quickly.

Feng Qing also thought through about it. A trip back home without feeling Yan Sui's fist was not perfect at all. Besides, come on, he had practiced a lot for the past two years abroad. Who would beat up who still had not been decided yet.

However, Yan Sui was really difficult to deal with. With his skill, even the military elite might not be able to hit him. In particular, he still knew quite well how far he should go and when he should stop. This would only make them feel the pain and would not really injure them at all.

An incessant 'ouch' came through. The listeners shed a tear and felt deeply hurt when they heard it. The livers and hearts of those who were standing in line at the back were also trembling.

"What are they doing?" Meng Ting stood on one side and looked at them for a long time, before he asked Zhen Han, who was beside him, this question.

"Yan Sui's teaching them a lesson. It's a daily agenda in our party. You must get used to it. From childhood until we've grown up, it's been like this."

Zhen Han put his hands in the pockets of his pants. With his typical look, he thought it over once again and said, "Look, this is Yan Sui." He did not say anything bad about Yan Sui. All he said was the real and irrefutable truth.

However, when he turned his head, Meng Ting had been long gone and he was already beside Yan Sui.

"I want to help you fight."

"Pffttt!"

It was very quiet all around them. When Meng Ting said this in a low voice, those who heard what he said laughed.

"Ha ha ha...."

Gee, how could this little sister-in-law be so cute. He thought he was helping Yan Sui pick vegetables. Did he really think he could help Yan Sui when he said that he could handle it?

However, what made them even more surprised was that Yan Sui actually nodded. What was he thinking now?

The next one was Shi He. He was totally at a loss, "Why do you want to do it?"

Meng Ting took off his long coat and looked at Shi He, "I want to help Yan Sui. You'll fight with me."

"This...how could this be possible?"

Shi He did not think that it was good to change his opponent into Meng Ting. He had been getting along with Yan Sui for a long time, he had a lot of justifying. Compared to Meng Ting, it was obvious that Meng Ting did not have any fault. If he really hurt the boy, Yan Sui would put him in trouble for sure.

"It's okay." Yan Sui gently patted Meng Ting's shoulder, then he retreated with leisurely steps.

Shi He thought about it for a little while, and only then was he able to digest Yan Sui's 'It's okay' remark. He grinned at Meng Ting and said, "I'll give..."

He had not finished his words yet when Meng Ting already started. He threw a kick efficiently, and from this kick, he could see right away that Meng Ting was not someone who did not know anything.

Shi He moved to his side to dodge Meng Ting's kick, but Meng Ting began throwing a fist at him. The blow from his fist brushed against Shi He's face and because of this, Shi He's vigilance sharply rose. Meng Ting really did not need him to give way. When he got distracted, Meng Ting's kick almost landed on his back.

However, he did not suffer from the kick. It was not like Shi He dodged it; rather, it was Meng Ting who gave in, "I'm your Sister-in-Law, so I'll give ground to you."

"But it's only been three moves."

"Wooohooo...!"

Meng Ting's words garnered him a unanimous applause on the spot, although this applause sounded like it was drawn out from madness.

After Meng Ting said this, he did not show anymore mercy. He twisted Shi He's hand behind his back, then he carried the burly man on his shoulder in a rush. After this? he stood up and threw the man to the sandy beach. He threw Shi He another kick, while Shi He dodged it by rolling away. Meng Ting waited for him to stand up, and only then did he face the other squarely.

It was quite obvious that Shi He was not Meng Ting's opponent. Another three or five moves later, Shi He got plunged to the ground once again. However, this time, he did not have the strength to get up anymore.

Meng Ting measured him up with his eyes carefully, then clapped his hands, and turned around looking for Yan Sui. A clear and moving smile appeared on his expressionless face. He waved his hand and said, "Yan Sui, I won."

A little smile bloomed on Yan Sui's face, then he nodded.

"Oh, my God!"

Gu Lang exclaimed once again. Meng Ting never raised his hands to strike. He had never seen anyone being able to possess such a good skill. However, seeing Yan Sui's unperturbed looked, he must have been aware of it ever since, and yet, he completely hid this truth.

In fact, Yan Sui only knew that Meng Ting's fighting skill was not bad, but he did not know that it would be pretty good like this—even better than Shi He's. He handled the whole fight as if he was a butcher handling his cleaver with ease.

Zhen Han also got the same reaction. He thought for once that his evaluation of Meng Ting for being 'weak' could be scrapped out. He was actually on par with Yan Sui's 'savageness.'

Could it be that, from now on, this party would change into joint doubles of his elder brother and his sister-in-law?

However, they had to admit that, after discovering this, they had a better perception of Meng Ting. At least he was compatible enough with Yan Sui in terms of military force.

Meng Ting helped Yan Sui fight in two more rounds, then Yan Sui asked him to come back right away.

There were also true aces in this group. Moreover, Meng Ting was more adept at close combat. Seeing his wife keep close with another man, Yan Sui did not feel good at all. Therefore, after summing up the aforementioned reasons, Yan Sui handled it all by himself once again.

Meng Ting backed down obediently. He completely thought that Yan Sui's hand might have been itchy, so he wanted to beat someone up.

When he came back, Gu Lang slightly kissed up to him by bringing him a chair. Meng Ting looked at it for a while, then he sat down. After that, he watched Yan Sui's fight earnestly.

It did not take long when his face slightly blushed with excitement. His Yan Sui was very fierce!

Every time Yan Sui strikes and flips someone over, Meng Ting would take the lead to give him a warm applause. This extremely serious programme for 'settling the accounts' instantly became filled with joy.

"How did you get acquainted with Senior?" Meng Ting did not know when Rong Nan sat beside him and asked this question casually.

Meng Ting turned to look at Rong Nan and thought about it for a while. It was only then did he remember who Rong Nan was. He was the only one who was not willing to call him 'sister-in-law,' Yan Sui's university junior.

"It just so happens that I got acquainted with him." Meng Ting turned around as he said these words, then turned back once again, and continued watching Yan Sui. However, this time, he did not look at him with that kind of proud look; rather, he looked at him with some vigilance. Someone really wanted to grab his 'big white steamed bun' Yan Sui.

"Senior seems to like you very much." Rong Nan did not mind Meng Ting's slightly perfunctory reply at all. He said it once again.

"Yan Sui likes me, I like him, too." It was definitely not what it looked like.

Meng Ting turned to say this earnestly to Rong Nan. After that, he pondered over it for a while, then he continued speaking, "Yan Sui and I are already married. You better not have feelings for him. What's that saying? 'There are plenty more fish in the sea.' You should go and like somebody else. Yeah, that's right."

This was the longest response that Meng Ting had ever given to a stranger tonight, and his words were filled with sincerity, but Rong Nan, however, suddenly had an embarrassed look because he got exposed. This was not in least bit unexpected. Meng Ting did not say something wrong as well. He once, perhaps, even up until now, held some thoughts for Yan Sui. Perhaps, one could say that he was keeping his hopes high.

He once believed that it was impossible for Yan Sui to accept anyone, which naturally included him, and he did not dare to face the possibility of some consequences later on after getting exposed; but now, he could see that Yan Sui treated someone else well, and those thoughts that he could put down before, had sprung up again.

Yan Sui could like people, then why could it not be him?

Zhen Han suddenly patted Rong Nan's shoulder, "Gu Lang is calling for you."

Rong Nan, who was forced back to reality got a little confused, he stood up and left. Although the truth was, Gu Lang was not really looking for him. It was just that Zhen Han sees Rong Nan as an eyesore and he did not want him to get in Meng Ting's way as well. He deliberately said it so as to make Rong Nan go away.

Zhen Han looked down at that empty seat for a while, yet he did not want to sit down, so he just stood there.

"Cousin, did I say anything wrong?" Meng Ting asked as he looked at Zhen Han. He pondered over his words for a while, but he could not find anything wrong with it, "Yan Sui's already married, so it's not good for him to like Yan Sui."

"You didn't say anything wrong." Zhen Han responded and laughed at Meng Ting. Hmm, that 'simple and easy to deceive' label should be removed as well, and he appears to know better than anyone else. Even Rong Nan can't finish pulling off his trick in front of Meng Ting at all. He got totally defeated.

His Little Sister-In-Law's fighting strength was surprisingly astonishing!

"There'd always be some who'd overestimate themselves." For a long time before, he could never make Yan Sui treat him like that. Now that Yan Sui already had someone he liked, there were some people who began to feel unreconciled about this again. Was that not overestimating themselves?

Yan Sui walked back with deliberate steps, and it took a long time for Zhen Han to consciously get out of the way.

Yan Sui grabbed the blazer on Meng Ting's legs. He draped it around Meng Ting's shoulders, then he straightened his back and said, "We should go back inside to sleep."

"Okay."

Meng Ting nodded. He raised his hand and placed it on Yan Sui's outstretched palm. Yan Sui pulled him up and led him back to their room.

"Yan Sui, you're so awesome."

At the corner that everyone could not see, Meng Ting leaned up and pecked on Yan Sui's cheek that was too fast for anyone to notice.

Yan Sui looked at Meng Ting, then continued leading him back to their room, and closed the door. Meng Ting reached out to turn on the light, but before his hand could even reach the switch, his chin was suddenly lifted up. After that, he was stopped by a kiss.

BMHS : Chapter 33.1 – I can't kiss you, too. My kiss is only for Yan Sui

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung

Proofreader: KainGuru

In fact, when they were walking on the beach, Yan Sui was already restraining his strong urge to kiss Meng Ting. At the time, it was not impossible for them to kiss. Meng Ting was willing, but Yan Sui did not want their intimate moment to be witnessed by others, so he endured it.

At first, he thought that it would not take long for this desire to fade away, but no, he always remembered this feeling, and he even became more and more impatient so that he could not help himself when they returned to their room.

In the room, only a little light penetrated through the edge of the curtain. In the corner where they were at, it was completely dark. It was not enough for them to see who was who, but they could feel each other with their kisses, breaths, and touches. Their kiss was getting more and more intense and getting deeper and deeper.

Finally, Meng Ting had a taste of the red wine's flavor. When his tipsiness rushed straight into his head, he felt like he was intoxicated.

He held on to Yan Sui's neck, but he felt that all of his limbs gradually lost their strength. Obviously, he was very capable of fighting downstairs earlier. How come when he was kissed by Yan Sui, he lost all of his strength?

This question was somewhat abstruse for the dizzy Meng Ting.

When his hand was about to slip from Yan Sui's neck, Yan Sui slipped his hands into his clothes and suddenly put forth his strength to catch the boy.

The kiss lasted for an unprecedented length, and gradually changed from fierce to gentle. Yan Sui kissed every corner of Meng Ting's mouth and savored Meng Ting's taste. His lips parted from Meng Ting's, but he did not let the boy go.

Their limbs were sticking close to each other, and the thinness of their summer clothes completely allowed them to feel the heat of each other's body getting hotter.

Several buttons of Meng Ting's shirt had been pulled apart and the blazer that had been draped over his shoulders earlier had fallen to the floor. The palms of his hands were on Meng Ting's delicate skin. He could clearly hear the boy's rapid breathing and accelerated heartbeat. That boy had this kind of willingness to be close to him as well. How could he yield to part from these? How could he let go?

Yan Sui drew near him once again. He started kissing Meng Ting from his forehead, then brushed his lips all the way over the boy's lips, then to the corners of his mouth, his chin, his Adam's apple, his neck...

"Yan Sui..."

Meng Ting whispered his name. It was really Yan Sui's kiss that had burned up all of his strength, which all the more made him at his wits' end.

Yan Sui's forehead was oozing with sweat. He really endured going through hardships. However today, without doing anything, he blindly drank the wine that Gu Lang and the others gave him in gluttony. He stood up, carried Meng Ting in his arms, and walked over to the bed. "Don't be afraid."

Meng Ting embraced Yan Sui back, "I'm not afraid of you. It's just a little dark..."

He could not see Yan Sui and was somewhat not used to it.

Yan Sui did not know what to think of. He stopped walking at once, then he laid the boy down gently.

He turned the bedside lamp on. Half of Meng Ting's clothes was torn open and his cheeks were also slightly blushing out of shyness. However, he still looked at Yan Sui straight in the eye and earnestly stressed this line out at once: "I'm not afraid of you. I like you."

Those pair of eyes were very bright and clear. They were full of trust that he himself was not aware of—trust in Yan Sui.

Yan Sui slowly drew closer once again and Meng Ting himself moved up to face him. It was another overly melodious and moving kiss, which had challenged Yan Sui to hold his urge under control with difficulty for the second time around.

In summer, of course they did not wear too much clothing. If their blazers, shirts and pants were taken off, the only thing left would be sensual underwear.

Meng Ting swallowed his saliva nervously. His eyes blinked and blinked. He was hesitating whether he should close his eyes or not. In the end, he did not close them. He could not bear closing them. The passionate Yan Sui was very good-looking and was even more good-looking than before.

And Meng Ting wanted to see him, despite all of his shy thoughts.

When Meng Ting thought that Yan Sui would still help him release with his hand, Yan Sui's lips gradually went down and did not stop at this point.

"Yan...Sui..." Meng Ting called out the man's name and his voice carried along with it a slight weeping tone. He was really stimulated by his need to cry. He suddenly found out that he sounded very strange, so he bit his lips, but he still gave out some soft groans that were difficult to restrain.

After that, everything became too wild and giddy. For a moment, Meng Ting felt like he was floating amongst the clouds on top of a mountain and the next, he felt like he was sinking into the deep sea. Time was fast, yet also slow; but that feeling stayed profoundly in his mind and heart.

When Meng Ting finished coming, he became completely weak and limp. Yan Sui got up and went directly to the bathroom.

He taught a bunch of his childhood friends, but he almost could not take control of himself. When the cold water poured down on him, that sense of loss was still extremely strong. Between tolerance and intolerance, his lowest limit became more and more fragile.

However, Yan Sui was a man of a strong mind after all. No matter how fascinated he was with this sensual turmoil, he still managed having a string of rationality from the beginning until the end.

Yan Sui cleaned himself up and when he came out of the bathroom, Meng Ting was still stuck in the over-stimulated aftermath that was difficult shaking off. He wrapped himself up in a quilt with only his head that was popped out. When Yan Sui came back, Meng Ting quietly pulled the quilt up and only his pair of charming eyes, which were difficult to hide, were left exposed.

Yan Sui looked at Meng Ting but did not go to the bed. He opened their suitcase first, changed his own clothes, and then found clothes for Meng Ting, "Can you get up and get this?"

Meng Ting nodded and waited for the heat of his cheeks to dissipate a little, and by then, he pulled the quilt down a bit. After a while, he sat up and reached for the clothes that Yan Sui handed him. He looked down, then looked up once again. After that, he pecked Yan Sui's lips at lightning speed, grabbed the clothes, and ran away.

Yan Sui looked at the bathroom door that had been closed, and for a long time, he showed a light and gentle smile. He raised his hand and touched his lips that Meng Ting pecked. This was such a sweet burden that was impossible to refuse.

Meng Ting took a shower in the bathroom and did a mental reconstruction for a while. Once he was done, he opened the door. Inside the room, there was only one desk lamp that was turned on. Yan Sui did not play with his phone or switch on his laptop either. He was leaning on the pillow with his eyes closed, as if taking a nap, as if deep in his thoughts.

Meng Ting looked at him carefully and the feeling of having a rapid heartbeat appeared again. He wore his slippers, walked over, and sat on the edge of the bed. He casually leaned toward Yan Sui, stuck the side of his face against Yan Sui's chest, and listened to those loud and powerful heartbeats which made him feel at ease. After that, he closed his eyes as well.

Yan Sui slowly opened his eyes. In his line of sight, it was Meng Ting's blown-dry furry hair. He reached out in an attempt to tidy up Meng Ting's hair, then the corners of his mouth curled up, "Not shy?"

Meng Ting, who had just fled in defeat, thought that he could take advantage of this time to close his eyes and quickly lie down to sleep.

"A little bit, but I want to hug with you, so it doesn't matter."

Even his shyness could not overcome his desire to hug Yan Sui. This was what Meng Ting exactly meant.

Yan Sui sat up with Meng Ting in his arms, then he reached out again and pulled Meng Ting to the inner part of the bed.

Yan Sui turned sideways and adjusted the bedside lamp to the darkest, then lied down and embraced Meng Ting.

Not long ago, both of them were too excited, so they did not feel very sleepy right now.

Outside this room, Gu Lang, Zhen Han and the others did not have the slightest intention to sleep. Yan Sui left them earlier with great difficulty. It turned out they were planning to party all night long. There were some faint noises that could be heard from outside the window. This feeling was definitely different from the peaceful environment at home, but they did not find it annoying at all.

"Since when have you been afraid of the dark?"

Yan Sui turned sideways, which made it easier for him to see the boy.

Meng Ting placed his hand on Yan Sui's chest and poked the buttons on his pajama with his forefinger again and again. After pondering over it for a while, he answered the question, "It's not like I'm afraid of the dark. I can be alone in a very dark place and wait a long time. I just wanted to see you now. It's too dark. I can't see you."

Yan Sui looked into Meng Ting's eyes and pursed his lips, then he asked again, "What kind of dark place are you referring to?"

This was the simplest question for Meng Ting. He did not particularly need to think deeply about it, so he answered at once, "If I did something wrong or fight with someone before, I'd be placed in a confinement in a room. It was very dark there." He thought about it once again, then added, "Grandma's house was very dark as well. I stayed in a very dark room for a long before, too."

Perhaps, this darkness did not only pertain to the literal meaning of darkness, but also to the feeling it represented.

The psychiatrist told Yan Sui that if a person gets wounded psychologically for an extended period of time, it was possible for them to automatically create a certain kind of defense mechanism. Meng Ting's depression and sluggishness was not only congenital, but it was also acquired by environmental circumstances.

Undoubtedly, he was a very good and very rare child. He had lived his life in darkness but had always been yearning to head toward the sunlight. This was the most plausible reason why Meng Ting had such a disposition nowadays. Nevertheless, staying in darkness and still yearning to head toward the sunlight was not easy to do and it could even make people think that Meng Ting deserved being praised.

Yan Sui leaned down again. His lips fell on to the space in between Meng Ting's eyebrows and stayed in this position for a long time, as if this could give him a deeper understanding of Meng Ting's state of mind.

"Yan Sui...what's wrong?"

Puzzled, Meng Ting whispered this question. He somewhat felt that Yan Sui was a bit sad all of a sudden, but why was he sad? They did not talk about anything sad. When he was very young, he was forced to get used to a dark environment. Sometimes, he even felt that this was a safe place.

"Do you hate them?" Yan Sui did not respond to Meng Ting's question; instead, he asked another question. From an onlooker's perspective, he could not help but feel that the Mengs and Meng Ting's grandmother were vile and detestable. What Meng Ting thinks about their conduct—that should be quite easy to guess, but he thought it was still necessary to ask this question.

"I don't know."

Meng Ting had always been straightforward about his feelings. He likes what he likes and hates what he hates. It was quite rare for him not knowing what he felt. Since Yan Sui asked him this question, he really did not know and was uncertain about it.

"I'm very slow-witted and can only focus on one thing. If I focus on hating them, I won't be able to do other things." Meng Ting whispered, but he did not know how he could make Yan Sui understand what he meant. "I think if I have the time, I should learn how to like people and how to like you."

Meng Ting really thought that to like a person and to treat that person well, he needed to learn. Moreover, he did not want his good intentions to become a nuisance for the person he likes, so he must focus on learning.

"Do you think I'm right?"

The emotions in Yan Sui's eyes remained unchanged, but he slid his lips from the space in between Meng Ting's eyebrows to his lips, then looked at Meng Ting, who had hesitation in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Yes, you're right."

After hearing this, Meng Ting squinted his eyes, he stuck the tip of his tongue out, then he licked Yan Sui's lips, and pecked it once again. After that, he reached out and held on to Yan Sui's neck. He whispered, "Goodness, why do I like you so much?"

Not only did Yan Sui have a gentle smile on his face, even his eyes were also squinting. He thought that it should be him who was supposed to say these words, but Meng Ting was always one step ahead of him.

"Be good. Good night."

"I'm good."

Meng Ting said as he slightly let go of Yan Sui, but his hands were still on Yan Sui. His possessiveness was very strong. He leaned and kissed Yan Sui's cheek and said, "Good night."

After Meng Ting fell asleep, Yan Sui looked down at him for a while. Yan Sui also closed his eyes, but his face was no longer so serious. Meng Ting was stronger than he thought, and he was much more energetic. Perhaps, the process of recovering from the shadows of his past might be a little difficult, but the result would be good.

BMHS : Chapter 33.2 – I can't kiss you, too. My kiss is only for Yan Sui

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung, chiangyushien

Proofreader: Zeraphiel25

The group outside the room made a noise until just before dawn and went to sleep at three or four in the morning. At about five o'clock, Meng Ting and Yan Sui got up and went to the beach to run. The whole villa was very quiet when they returned from running. After breakfast was almost over, there were a few of them who got up with haggard faces.

"Good morning."

"Morning," Yan Sui answered as he pointed at the hot steaming tea at the other end of the table, "Hangover tea. Everyone, drink a cup before leaving."

"Oh, thank you, Boss. Thank you, Sister-in-Law."

Xiao Ming laughed and took a gulp of tea, then his face wrinkled beyond recognition.

This hangover tea was brewed from the best liquorice. When Yan Sui and Meng Ting went running, they simmered the tea on small fire. It had been at least two hours since then. Even if it was not bitter at first, it would be bitter by now. Once they drunk a cup of this tea, every sleepy person would be awaken by the bitterness.

When Shi He and Feng Qing saw Xiao Ming like that, they preferred not to drink it. However, Yan Sui was not the only one who was watching over them. Even Meng Ting, whose strength was fierce and surprising, was also watching over them. They could only calmly face death. They were trembling, yet hesitating to drink it happily.

"It's good for your body, but a little bit bitter."

Meng Ting saw that they had finished drinking. Those expressions that they had were weirder with one another. He glanced at Yan Sui and proudly said, "Yan Sui drank it, too. I tasted a mouthful as well."

Yan Sui and Meng Ting did not look that ugly when they drunk the licorice tea.

Of course, when they drank it, the liquorice tea might had not been as bitter as now.

Meng Ting poked Yan Sui. There was a bit more eagerness in his eyes, "Can I take pictures of them?"

Yan Sui glanced at their expressions. They were still unable to break away from the bitterness. After that, he nodded, "Go on."

Meng Ting did not get near them to take the pictures. He just took it when their expressions changed. With a light click, their dark history was preserved in his phone.

Meng Ting and Yan Sui did not talk in whispers at all, so Shi He and the others heard it. When they came over to take a look, everyone cried when they looked at their own ugly face. When they looked at other people's faces, they laughed as they cried.

"Oh my goodness, Sister-in-Law, except for my picture, please make sure to send the rest to me."

When bored, he could amuse himself for quite a while by looking at these pictures. He absolutely must not let this slip away.

After that, Shi He took the initiative. Under Yan Sui's gaze, he took out his phone and added Meng Ting as his friend.

"Xiao Ming and I asked for a week vacation. We'll leave after your wedding's over."

Meng Ting looked at his list of friends with a few more that was added. This felt quite unusual for him. Hearing Shi He's voice, he and Yan Sui looked at the person at the same time. Yan Sui did not say anything. After Meng Ting mulled over it, he earnestly said, "Thank you for coming back. Yan Sui and I are very happy."

These words did not need Yan Sui's confirmation at all. He was sure of it. Although Yan Sui's expression did not change much, he could feel that Yan Sui had a very good relationship with them. It was important to know that beating up people was also exhausting. If their relationship was not good, Yan Sui would definitely not waste his effort on them.

"Ah, we just did what we're supposed to do."

After hearing Meng Ting's words, the tall and strong Shi He suddenly blushed and even became awkward. Yan Sui swept a glance at him. Shi He immediately bared his teeth and sneered, then he retreated weakly. Their sister-in-law was quite adorable, but absolutely untouchable.

Before leaving, he also repeatedly reminded Meng Ting that he must send the pictures to him.

As the host, Yan Sui and Meng Ting naturally could not just pack up and leave by themselves. After they finished their meal, they walked around outside for a while and came back to the living room. Yan Sui took his laptop and dealt with his business, while Meng Ting lied down on his lap and played with his phone. From time to time, when there was someone who would wake up, Meng Ting conscientiously gives them tea to drink. After that, he took a picture of their ugly faces as a memento.

As the price of their desire to get the other's ugly pictures, they also could not delete their own picture. Because of this, their strong desire to delete their pictures disappeared. Of course, there was someone who Meng Ting did not take a photo of—that was Rong Nan.

"Sorry, I didn't notice you."

Against reason, how could he not see such a big man like him? On top of that, Meng Ting really could not lie. In a glance, Rong Nan fathomed that Meng Ting did not want to take a picture of him, but he could not say anything about this as well. Although Yan Sui did not pay attention to what had happened, Yan Sui still sat closely to Meng Ting.

On the other hand, when Meng Ting sat up, he directly placed his feet on Yan Sui's lap. He also did this when he took pictures of them. He was simply declaring his sovereign rights over Yan Sui openly.

Yan Sui focused on his laptop. Sometimes, when Meng Ting's foot would slip down carelessly, he would conscientiously grasp his foot and place it back on his lap. The intimacy between these two had clearly exceeded the boundaries of an ordinary unmarried couple, and they had already entered the stage of old married couples.

Zhen Han puckered his lips up making a smile, while Rong Nan awkwardly could not manage to move close to them.

There were still some matters left to do. A few, who did not have enough sleep, continued sleeping. Those who woke up did not want to go, so they went for a walk by the seashore until they finished their lunch. Zhen Han and Gu Lang took the initiative to go to the ones who were still lazing around in bed and poured a cup of tea for each, then woke them up with the bitterness.

"I won't go back with you guys. I'll sit in Gu Lang's car."

Zhen Han chose not not to face another oppression from them. After he finished speaking, he got into Gu Lang's car by himself.

Yan Sui led Meng Ting into the car. They were the last ones to leave in the group. Meng Ting could not help but look back, then he turned around and adjusted his siting position to lean on Yan Sui's shoulder.

"Did you have fun?" Yan Sui tilted his head as his chin touched Meng Ting's hair, then asked this question.

As expected, Meng Ting nodded, "The barbecue was fun. Fighting was fun. Hmm...taking pictures was fun, too." Meng Ting said as he slightly raised his chin and slightly pouted his lips to kiss Yan Sui's chin, "The most fun thing was being together with you."

Meng Ting's smile was extremely nice to see. Yan Sui glanced back and he thought that this party, in comparison to the party in the past, this one felt more special and fun. It may not entirely be because of Meng Ting, but most of fun part was definitely because of Meng Ting.

The car window was slightly rolled down and the sea breeze blew in. As he looked at the scenery outside the window, Meng Ting's eyelids became a little heavy once again. Not long after, he was pulled into Yan Sui's lap and he slept all the way back to the Yans' residence.

Ever since, he had never slept this well before. With these few days with Yan Sui by his side, he wanted to make up for all the sleep that he lacked before.

"Woof! Woof!"

Meng Ting opened his eyes. Without needing Yan Sui to wake him up, he woke up right away, "It's Rhubarb. He knows we're back."

When the car door was opened, a yellow native dog leapt up. Meng Ting stretched out his arms to hug it.

"Woof, woof."

"Yan Sui and I didn't abandon you. I miss you, too."

A person and his pet loved each other very much. Anyone would have thought that Meng Ting raised it since it was little, when in truth, Rhubarb only arrived at the Yans' residence four or five days ago.

However, Yan Sui was not surprised. It had not been long since he and Meng Ting knew each other as well, yet their emotional bond had already surpassed those who had known each other for decades.

When they returned to the living room, Furball also came running from the corner, then jumped around Meng Ting's feet. Meng Ting immediately sat down on the rug in the living room and both Furball and Rhubarb were in his embrace.

Meng Ting held them for a little while, then looked up for Yan Sui. Yan Sui did not leave. He sat on the couch and took out his laptop. He worked everywhere now.

Meng Ting took along Furball and Rhubarb and moved by Yan Sui's feet, then he comfortably sat down.

Furball and Rhubarb felt safe in Meng Ting's bosom, while Meng Ting felt safe near Yan Sui. Yan Sui looked at them in a good mood, and his efficiency in handling his business matters has also improved.

They did not need to think hard for topics to talk about. With merely staying quiet like this, and everyone doing their own thing, actually felt really warm.

Nanny Wang and Uncle Xiao looked at each other and quietly walked out of the living room. They looked really glad. People who did not know would not understand how rare this kind of warmth was in the Yans' residence.

However, it was not long before Uncle Xiao came back again.

"The Eldest Miss has arrived."

The one who Uncle Xiao called 'the Eldest Miss' was Yan Sui's aunt, his father's little sister, and Zhen Han's mother, Yan Manjia.

"Ask her to come in."

Yan Sui said as he folded his laptop and put it aside, then he reached out and pulled Meng Ting, who was sitting on the carpet. He fixed Meng Ting's clothes and let him sit by his side.

Furball still stayed in Meng Ting's arms while Rhubarb lay by their feet.

Five minutes later, a beautiful and sexy woman in high-heels walked in, step by step, with her chin slightly raised and innate arrogance. She showed no psychological burden as he entered this place once again.

"Sui Sui, Aunty misses you like crazy."

She said as she was moving closer to kiss Yan Sui. Before Yan Sui responded, Meng Ting stretched his hand out and blocked Yan Sui's face.

"He's mine. You can't kiss him."

Only after Meng Ting said these words did Yan Manjia seem to have noticed him.

She was not annoyed, but a happy smile emerged on her face, "Oh, so this is my adorable nephew's wife! Come, give Aunty a kiss."

This was the first time Meng Ting met such a warm-hearted woman, but he still honestly refused her.

"I can't kiss you, too. My kiss is only for Yan Sui."

At first, she wanted to kiss her relatives, merely because she was used to meeting etiquette abroad. However, being talked to by Meng Ting about kissing like this, she really wanted to kiss him. Oh my, Meng Ting was cuter and more beautiful than she had expected.

BMHS : Chapter 34.1 – I'll carry you on my back to see our ancestors

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung, chiangyushien

Proofreader: Zeraphiel25

Yan Sui wanted to get up, but he could not get up because Meng Ting was guarding him. He could only point at the sofa beside him and say, "Please have a seat."

Yan Manjia looked at him for a while. Although she was not willing to, she had no other choice but to sit down as Yan Sui said.

"How stingy! Even a kiss isn't allowed."

When she spoke like this, Meng Ting's eyes widened even more, but he could not think of any particularly powerful rebuttals.

A kiss was truly harmless, but he still did not want his Yan Sui to kiss others.

"How long are you planning to be back this time?" Yan Sui did not give Yan Manjia the chance to pester Meng Ting endlessly about this topic for too long. Although he was not as angry as Zhen Han, but considering Yan Manjia's behavior, he also could not have too much respect and closeness to her. That attitude toward her was basically slightly better than his manner toward He Wan.

Yan Manjia shifted her gaze and leaned back. She crossed her right foot over her left. Her laugh gradually stopped and changed into a faint elegant smile, then she said, "Both of you and Han Han are at home. I've always wanted to come back and now's the time. It's your wedding. How could I miss it?"

Yan Manjia's words were somewhat sincere, but such sincerity came a little late. Yan Sui did not need it. Zhen Han did not need it either.

"I came back a day earlier, don't you even have a pleasantly surprised look for Aunty? What a bad boy!"

When he was young, he looked sophisticated. After he had grown up, he immediately became an old-fashioned man. She had looked at Yan Sui for such long time, but could not fathom more or less what Yan Sui's feelings were. He was really difficult to deal with.

When Yan Manjia looked at Meng Ting again, the look on her face softened in an instant, "Nephew-in-Law, it must've been really boring to follow Sui Sui."

Surprised, Meng Ting glanced at her, then he shook his head determinedly, "No, Yan Sui's very nice. He's very well-behaved. Don't say anything bad about Yan Sui."

Yan Manjia froze, then she could not bear but to start laughing heartily. No elegance and pride could be seen anymore. The beautiful woman was about to fall down from laughing hysterically, "Well-behaved my ass. How can this black-hearted man become well-behaved?"

If he really was well-behaved, he would be trapped badly by He Wan. How could he have such an indifferent look like this now? However, Meng Ting stood up for Yan Sui's appearance. Meng Ting was so adorable. She was somewhat addicted to teasing him.

Meng Ting looked at Yan Sui then turned to look at her with a more serious look on his face, "I don't care. In any case, my Yan Sui's very nice."

"Hahaha!" Yan Manjia laughed again when she heard these words. Both of the men, who were not laughing, just looked at her. She laughed to her heart's content, and after that, she stopped.

"Our family's Sui Sui's luck is really pretty good."

Before meeting Meng Ting, she was rather worried, but after seeing the boy, she felt that it was Yan Sui who benefited. Where else could he get the chance to meet such a pure and sincere child so easily?

Yan Sui grasped Meng Ting's hand and caressed it, then he replied to Yan Manjia's words, "It's pretty good." He could form ties with Meng Ting. He was, indeed, very lucky. Otherwise, if they would not be able to meet, then their suitable and predestined relationship would not be able to begin as well, let alone loving each other.

Yan Sui calmly admitted it, so she did not carry on with this topic anymore. She looked up and sized up the Yans' residence's living room. She could not help but sigh and say, "Nothing's changed in this house."

Yan Sui stopped looking at Meng Ting's hand for a moment and looked up. He answered, "Grandpa and Grandma have passed away. Their graves are in Nanshan. You can tell Uncle Xiao if you want to go there."

The scenery remained the same but the people had changed. How come it did not change?

When these words came out, Yan Manjia eventually became silent, but she was not reticent for long. She nodded and made an incomprehensible humming sound.

After coming back, she had always wanted to go there, but this topic was too hard to talk about for Yan Sui and her. She withdrew her wandering eyes and asked Yan Sui, "What about Han Han? Isn't he with you guys?" She said. The sorrow that flashed through her eyes was completely gone. She embraced her arms and proudly said, "That silly boy thought that he could block me. I didn't have any choice but to look up his information."

"Hey, tell me which bastard did you manage to plant inside?" Zhen Han's voice emerged from the large doorway. His complexion was dark and incomparably heavy. He walked closer, step by step, as if wanting to fight with someone. He did not need Yan Manjia to reply. He continued to sneer and said, "It was already hard wearing down your thick skin on that Xiao bastard and you even dare using that attitude here! Your face is quite thick. You're not welcome here. Get out!"

Originally, Zhen Han only could not tolerate Yan Manjia living in the old residence, but after seeing that she had acted and spoke as if nothing happened, he felt that her steps on the old residence's floor alone made people anxious.

"Get out of here. Don't you understand human language?"

Zhen Han does not beat up women; otherwise, he would have really wanted to take the place of the deceased old couple to lecture this extremely unfilial daughter.

Yan Manjia had anticipated that this kind of scene would happen since she did not return to her homeland in the past, and yet, when she really encountered it, she still felt hurt in her heart.

"Han Han..."

"Han Han my foot. Is that all you can call me? Besides giving birth to me, what else have you done?"

Zhen Han had grown up to this point and spent half of his time abroad, but this foreign land was so big and he did not live together with Yan Manjia. She had pursued her love and it goes without saying that she had not taken him into her consideration. If it were not for his grandparents, if it not for Yan Sui, he would not even have this dandy look right now.

He was really rebellious. He really needed guidance. When he really needed care, Yan Manjia was completely out of the picture. She managed giving birth to him, but she did not care about raising him. What kind of mother was she!?

Without doubt, Zhen Han also did not feel that it was regrettable. Yan Manjia was only a weirdo in his eyes. If she had taught him about life, he would have had a twisted look.

Meng Ting looked at Zhen Han who was agitated and looked at Yan Manjia who was dejected. He was aware that he did not have the right to open his mouth, but he had firmly grasped on to Yan Sui's arm. Obviously, he was somewhat unaccustomed to this intense confrontation.

He was just somewhat afraid that he would be affected by this for no reason. He was afraid that Yan Sui would be affected, too. Rhubarb and Furball also stayed close to Meng Ting. They could clearly sense his indisposition.

"Zhen Han."

Yan Sui finally spoke, but he only called Zhen Han by his name.

Zhen Han looked at Yan Sui for a while and then closed his mouth unwillingly.

At the moment, Uncle Xiao walked down the staircase while holding something in his hands.

"The Old Master gave these to you."

When Yan Sui said these words, Zhen Han glared at him, but he could not say anything. He could hate Yan Manjia, but he could not prevent the two deceased old couple leaving something behind for their daughter.

Since Yan Sui took this wooden box, it had not been opened again. It had always been placed in the two old couple's room. Now that Yan Manjia came back, this box should be given to its rightful owner.

When she faced Yan Sui's alienation, Yan Manjia still laughed and called him Sui Sui. She was not affected at all. When she faced Zhen Han's interrogation, although she was sad, she calmly let it pass. However, when she received this wooden box, she could not hold back her tears. One after another, the teardrops fell down her face. Although, she was not crying hard like she was sobbing, it could be seen that she was not as unrestrained as she had shown.

In the end, why did she not return immediately to her homeland? She never talked about it with Yan Sui and Zhen Han before.

Zhen Han stood for a while, harrumphed, and left the living room. However, he did not go out of the Yans' residence; instead, he went back to his room upstairs.

Yan Sui patted Meng Ting's hand, let him stand up, and also took along their pets with them. They went back to their room, too.

In truth, even if Zhen Han was so angry, he and Yan Sui were waiting. They were waiting for Yan Manjia to give them the real and reasonable explanation.

Yan Manjia needed some time sorting out her emotions and decide whether she should say it or not. At this time, Zhen Han and Yan Sui were willing to give her time, but they would not give her too much.

Yan Sui took Meng Ting back to their room. He stayed quiet for a very long time. Yan Sui sat on the sofa and pondered about things while Meng Ting gently embraced him without talking or moving.

Obviously, this family was not as simple as what he saw and felt. There were also grievances, disputes, love, dislike, affection and hatred. However, even after knowing this, Meng Ting did not care much. He came here because he married Yan Sui and they wanted to live together and nothing more.

As for those matters that were far too complicated, if Yan Sui talks, he would listen to him. If Yan Sui keeps his mouth shut, he would not ask, too. There was nothing to be confused of.

"Eight years ago, on March, when Grandpa and Grandma were on their way back after visiting their old buddies in the eastern part of the city, they run up against a chain of traffic accidents. Their car fell off directly from the flyover. The driver and the bodyguard in the front seats were dead on the spot. Grandpa and Grandma were saved for half of the night. When I arrived, Grandpa could only say a few words while Grandma could not even open her eyes again."

At that time, Yan Sui was really sad. He was able to have a normal childhood because of their protection. He had relatively stable and unrestrained time to grow, but by the time he was able to start repaying them, they unexpectedly passed away like that.

Yan Sui turned his head and noticed that Meng Ting was pressing closer and closer to his head. It had been eight years since this matter had happened. He was able to tell the whole story smoothly. However, what he said to Meng Ting was different from the simple narration that he gave others. He poured out everything to Meng Ting.

He spoke to Meng Ting with a touch of sadness and remorse.

"Zhen Han was really close with Grandma. When he heard the news, he almost collapsed. He kept giving Aunty a call for the whole night. Even though he couldn't get through, he still kept on calling her..."

It was not like Zhen Han wanted Yan Manjia to come back, but he felt that before his grandparents were cremated, they would want their daughter to come back and see them. A few days before that incident, Grandma intentionally nagged Zhen Han, "When will our Manjia come back?"

However, up until their bodies were cremated and the funeral was done, Yan Manjia still had not come back. When she called back Zhen Han, he already blocked her number. After that, she called Yan Sui, and after she had found out about the situation, she was taciturn for a long time, she did not say anything and hung up the call like that.

Nevertheless, the replacement process of the person in power in their family was not as smooth and steady as what outsiders thought. Even though Yan Sui grew up with elite education at an early age, he was only twenty years old during that time. He had only been dealing with the Yans' business for less than a year after he graduated from college.

After he took over as the head of the family, he worked hard for three consecutive years and he almost regarded his office as his home. He became steadier each day, became more serious each day, and became more taciturn each day.

BMHS : Chapter 34.2 – I'll carry you on my back to see our ancestors

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung

Proofreader: Zeraphiel25

From an outsider's point of view, Yan Sui had been firmly in control of the Yans for eight years; however, for Yan Sui, each day and night during those eight years—how many difficulties, hardships, and calculations did Yan Sui have to deal with?This was his normal condition during those eight years.

"Zhen Han wasn't angry for himself. He was angry on behalf of our grandparents."

Yan Sui finished speaking, there was a little anger that spilled out of his eyes.

Meng Ting, who had been quietly listening to his story, no longer held the man in his arms. He straddled over and finally sat on Yan Sui's lap once again. After that, he embraced Yan Sui and rested his head on his shoulder, while patting Yan Sui's back gently. He did not say anything to console the man. He could not think of any word that was suitable.

However, he could sympathize with Yan Sui's feelings—that sad feeling—it made Meng Ting feel sorry for him. He wanted to hug Yan Sui and console him like this.

Zhen Han could vent on Yan Manjia and could vent on Yan Sui, but Yan Sui could not do the same. He took over the family and he did not have the qualifications to be reckless and willful. He was also angry, he was also sad, but he could not show it.

He needed to suppress them so much so that he could be in a state of absolute rationality. There was no doubt that Yan Sui really went through hardships. However, at this moment, he received sympathy from Meng Ting. It had been a long time since he received sympathy that could make people moved.

Yan Sui embraced Meng Ting back gently. His looks softened a little. He rubbed Meng Ting's nape and whispered, "I don't feel sad anymore."

"You're lying," Meng Ting stated what he felt with a muffled voice, "You obviously still feel sad."

Yan Sui smiled helplessly and rested his chin on Meng Ting's shoulder. He closed his eyes and did not speak anymore.

Yan Manjia did not know how long she had cried while holding the wooden box. When Yan Sui took Meng Ting down to have dinner, her eyes were red and the makeup on her face was also an awful mess. She went up to the third floor while carrying the wooden box in her arms. The room at the end of the corridor was her room. Nothing had changed at all, even the furnishings in her room. Everything had been preserved as it was during the prime of her life before she went abroad.

After she washed her face well and came out, it was right on time when she saw Zhen Han coming out of his room. Both mother and son looked at each other. Zhen Han angrily snorted once more, but he did not return to his room anymore; instead, he went downstairs. He did not do it for the sake of having dinner. He wanted to see Yan Sui and Meng Ting. He must not be roped in by Yan Manjia's pitiful appearance.

Yan Manjia looked at Zhen Han's receding figure for a little while, and only then did she follow him down. Four people sat down and the dishes are almost ready, too.

At the dining table, no one spoke and everyone was immersed in eating. Yan Sui had Meng Ting pick up some dishes for him and ate pretty well. As for Zhen Han and Yan Manjia, they somewhat lost their appetite.

When everyone had finished eating, Yan Sui opened his mouth and said, "Let's go to the study."

After all, the living room was not a good place to talk about serious matters. The best sound-proofed place in the whole house was the study.

Yan Sui said as he turned to look at Meng Ting. His tone softened a little, "You're coming, too."

Meng Ting nodded. He did not like the seriousness of the study, but he also told himself that Yan Sui's study was different from other people's study. Besides, that room also had the desk that Yan Sui asked his people to buy for Meng Ting. There was also a space that belonged to him.

The lights were on, the curtains were drawn back, and the sky was gradually getting darker, but the light in the study was still as bright as daytime.

There was also a sofa in front of the French windows in the study, which could sit four people. After Meng Ting sat down, he tried moving the sofa. Unfortunately, he could only change his idea.

Yan Sui swept away his gaze, moved away to his own seat, and reached out to Meng Ting. Meng Ting immediately got up and sat next to Yan Sui.

This two were inseparable and were an eyesore to others. Yan Manjia and Zhen Han thought so at the same time.

Yan Manjia and Zhen Han also sat down, and there was a long silence. Yan Manjia was thinking about what to say and Zhen Han was trying to restrain his temper.

About five minutes have passed before Yan Sui opened his mouth to break the silence, "Let's talk."

No need for exchanging greetings and no need for transition. He just spoke direct to the point.

When his words came out, both Meng Ting and Zhen Han looked at Yan Manjia. In their own standpoints, they could not figure out why Yan Manjia did not have time to return home and look at her deceased parents.

The light in Yan Manjia's eyes gradually faded, her makeup was washed away, and the forceful personality that covered her facade was also gone.

"I suspected that my elder brother didn't die."

When she said this, the study was quiet. Yan Sui and Zhen Han did not expect this. She did not go back to her country and got someone, who should have died ages ago, involved in this matter.

"Although I've only seen his figure from the back, I'm sure that it's my elder brother."

Zhen Han looked at Yan Sui carefully. He knitted his eyebrows. After that, he looked at Yan Manjia once again and said, "Tell us more about it."

"I went after Brother Xiao Zi in F Country..."

Xiao Zi was the 'Xiao bastard [1]' that Zhen Han referred to earlier. This was the first swear word that Zhen Han learned and used to refer to him.

([1] We made a correction about the Xiao slut in the previous chapter so please feel free to check it.)

He was the man that Yan Manjia really liked since she was a child. In the past few years, she had been chasing after him in the country until she went abroad. She had done crazy things for him. This Yan Family's Miss's face had been trampled on many times, but she was still not willing to give up.

More than twenty years ago, even Yan Manjia herself could not explain how she had gotten Zhen Han. Even if she gave birth to a child who was not Xiao Zi's, she still did not give up her pursuit of love.

In M country where they settled, she heard that Xiao Zi had fled to F country with a woman. She came over to 'display her strength' but she did not see Xiao Zi; instead, she saw a familiar figure, which she thought she would never see again, in a flea market.

She shouted, "Elder Brother, Elder Brother! It's me, Manjia!"

That one afternoon, she was looking for Xiao Zi in a flea market. While she was looking for that man like crazy, instead of seeing him, she saw the back of her older brother which seemed like only an illusion. However, she considered it once again and she really did not think that it was only her imagination. She went crazy for more than a month looking for her older brother in the whole city and even in neighboring villages and towns. She wanted to turn the world upside down to look for that man.

However, her older brother, Yan Sui's father, Yan Yu, did not leave any traces at all. Yan Manjia had always been a person who did not know how to give up. When she could not find him in F Country, she continued expanding her range for the search. When she could not find him, she vowed not to rest.

Unfortunately, during that time, her parents met a traffic accident back home. When she heard the news, they had already died.

On one hand, there was her deceased parents who were still not placed in their coffins, and there was his older brother who had been regarded as 'dead' for so many years in the other. Yan Manjia chose to stay abroad. Between the dead and the living, she chose the one who might still be alive. She wanted to bring her older brother back and together, they would visit and kowtow in front of their parents' graves.

"But he was gone. I've looked everywhere and I couldn't find a trace of him again." After so many years, sometimes she began to wonder if she was wrong or not, but she and Yan Yu grew up together. How could have she possibly misjudged it?

Yan Manjia said as she gnashed her teeth. If Yan Yu was right before her eyes now, she would have pounced on him and bite him a few times.

Zhen Han looked at Yan Manjia for a long time, then he humphed again and looked away. However, this humph was obviously less 'angrier' than before. After some time, he looked back at her again and said, "Why didn't you say so before and make Yan Sui and I misunderstand you? Was it that amusing?"

He had been so angry all these years. Was it only an indifferent matter to Yan Manjia!?

With this in mind, he got angry once again.

Yan Manjia looked at Zhen Han and there was regret in her eyes. She sighed softly and said, "I've said it at that time, won't I just make you more trouble? I can't help you with anything, but I can inconvenience you guys for following me around."

More importantly, she did not want to make Yan Sui disappointed. Naturally, Yan Yu was his biological father. It was impossible for him to pay no attention to his father.

As for Zhen Han, she was indeed not a good mother, but it did not mean that she did not love him at all. It was just that in the past few years, she valued her love more, but in the end, her love was all in vain.

"You've been searching for so many years, but have you let anyone know that you suspected that he wasn't dead?" After Yan Sui quickly sorted out his thoughts, he interrupted the confrontation between the mother and the child, and asked this question.

When she heard him ask this, Yan Manjia turned to look at him and lightly shook her head, "No. I know what to say and what not to say. Because of this, I found it so hard."

"Okay, also, you don't need to worry about it, I'll look into this matter."

Eight years ago, Yan Sui's position was not stable enough, not experienced enough, and not strong enough, but now, he was sufficient. When he said this, Yan Manjia nodded and had no objections.

She looked at Yan Sui and Meng Ting who were seated together, then she looked at Zhen Han once again, and heaved a sigh, "Sui Sui, I don't know what difficulties my brother had, but he's a very good man."

Maybe it would be hard for Yan Sui and Zhen Han to understand these difficulties as they did for her decision at that time. However, the fact was that if they could, they would never want to face such a choice.

Yan Sui did not nod and did not shake his head. His feelings for Yan Yu was very subtle. Whether he hated his father or not, he did not know, but he felt that quite a few matters had dragged on until today and should have a reasonable explanation.

"Don't let Sister-in-Law know about this matter," Yan Manjia did not want to mentioned He Wan. When she mentioned her, she was sullen and there was a little coldness in her eyes, "She almost forced my brother to 'die.'"

Of course, there was some anger in her words, but only a little. He Wan was not only a more complicated matter for Yan Sui, but also for Yan Yu. It was because he was 'dead' that she passed her hatred on to Yan Sui.

Yan Sui nodded lightly. He looked at Yan Manjia and Zhen Han looked over as well. Yan Sui then said, "Everyone should come back and live here."

This 'everyone' not only included Yan Manjia, but also Zhen Han. There were rooms that originally belonged to them in this residence. Zhen Han's work place was near to this place, but he did not want to come back here previously because of Yan Manjia. Now that this matter had been clarified, he could come back and live here to make things more convenient for himself.

BMHS : Chapter 34.3 – I'll carry you on my back to see our ancestors

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung, chiangyushien

Proofreader: KainGuru

Yan Manjia just returned to her home country. Although there were other residences in Haicheng, the old residence was different for her. She was one of the few relatives who Yan Sui and Zhen Han could barely acknowledge.

"What do you say Little Ting Ting?" Yan Manjia looked at Meng Ting, who never looked at them after they spoke. Yan Sui and Zhen Han were Sui Sui and Han Han. Only he had 'little' as an endearment.

Meng Ting held tightly on Yan Sui's arm, then he responded to Yan Manjia, "I have no objection. I'll listen to Yan Sui."

He thought about it and advised Yan Manjia and Zhen Han repeatedly, "You guys should be obedient, too. If you'll listen to Yan Sui, he'll take care of us. It'll be very exhausting for him."

He felt that if they would not go back, were disobedient, and would not listen to Yan Sui's words, they did not show understanding and sympathy for the hardships that Yan Sui had gone through as the person-in-charge in the family.

When Meng Ting spoke like this, Zhen Han, who formerly had some reluctance, also did not say anything.

After thinking about it, Zhen Han glanced at Meng Ting and said with a little sarcasm, "You're the most obedient!"

Meng Ting did not notice his sarcasm. Even if he did, he did not mind it. He nodded, "Of course, I listen to Yan Sui the most."

Zhen Han looked up and rolled his eyes when he heard this. Yan Manjia covered her mouth. She laughed as she leaned forward, and she was not able to speak in time. Yan Sui turned sideways first, blocking Yan Manjia's line of sight, and like a reward, he ruffled Meng Ting's hair.

Meng Ting looked up and looked at Yan Sui in the eyes, then he chuckled. He was thoughtful and extremely cute.

Zhen Han glanced at them, then the space between his eyebrows wrinkled slightly. After that, he looked at Yan Manjia with a bit of scrutiny, "Did that Xiao bastard also come back or not?" That could be the reason why she came back. Looking back on Yan Manjia's previous deeds, it was entirely possible.

Yan Manjia shook her head. She smirked then she seriously responded to Zhen Han, "I don't know. I haven't been in touch with him for three years. I came back because I wanted to come back."

Zhen Han conscientiously looked at Yan Manjia, then he looked away. He was still very indifferent.

Yan Sui remembered something. He faced Yan Manjia and said, "Oh, that's right. Meng Ting doesn't like foreign etiquette. Please take note of this a little from now on, Aunty."

Yan Manjia elegantly did not decline when she heard this. She changed her smirk into a passionate stare, "Nephew-in-Law, you're so cute that I want to kiss you so much."

Meng Ting, who was earnestly listening to their conversation, immediately shook his head when he heard this, "You can't. I can only kiss Yan Sui." Did he not tell her this earlier? "Don't kiss Yan Sui too, okay?"

Although Meng Ting sounded like he was negotiating and Yan Manjia had no interest in moving closer, he was still going to block her. His Yan Sui would not let others kiss him. Meng Ting was really sure about this.

Yan Manjia covered her chest and sat back on the sofa. Her little heart quivered because of the expression that budded in Meng Ting's eyes when he suddenly looked over.

Zhen Han clicked his tongue out of disgust. He raised his chin, got up, and was about to go out the door; however, Yan Manjia, who was supposed to be sitting down, suddenly pounced up on him, and Zhen Han subconsciously caught her.

After that, she held Zhen Han's face—left cheek, right cheek, and even his forehead and chin were kissed all over, "Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah...I feel like dying."

She kissed him and suddenly cried. Zhen Han's face was smeared with slobber. He really did not feel good. Even though he did not push Yan Manjia away, he could not bear it.

"What are you crying for?" Zhen Han hated and avoided coming in contact with anyone, but he still pulled Yan Manjia up. After that, Yan Manjia leaned on his chest.

"I could finally hold my son in my arms. I mustn't cry, but I still cried..."

Zhen Han looked at the clean shirt that had been messed up by Yan Manjia. He was about to go crazy.

He gave a look at Yan Sui that cried for help, but Yan Sui merely swept a glance at him indifferently, and he did not even give Zhen Han a chance to send a cry for help to Meng Ting. He led Meng Ting by the back and left the study and gave some space to the mother and son in the study.

There was no such thing as motherly love in Yan Sui and Meng Ting's life, so regarding Yan Manjia's sudden emotional outburst, they could not comprehend it at all. However, they could somewhat understand a bit her state of mind—her impatient desire to reconcile with Zhen Han.

"Aunty's a bit odd, but also cute."

After returning to their room, Meng Ting put down his vigilance and thought about it again and again. After that, he summed it up by saying this.

Yan Sui ruffled Meng Ting's hair, but he thought it was not enough. His hand returned to the front and caressed Meng Ting's tender cheek. Meng Ting stood still obediently and allowed Yan Sui to move deliberately. When Yan Sui had enough, he withdrew his hand. Meng Ting took a step closer, reached out, and hugged Yan Sui's waist tightly.

The two men unconsciously retreated back to the bedside, step by step. Yan Sui sat down, and Meng Ting was still stuck to him. He raised his head and looked at Yan Sui. With a sudden force, he pushed the man down on the bed. He held Yan Sui by his neck and stuck his forehead on Yan Sui's neck, rubbing against it again and again.

He seemed to have something particularly important to say, but he was a little shy. After a long time, he whispered, "Yan Sui, only I can kiss you, okay?"

Yan Sui could not help but laugh and Meng Ting got confused about this.

"Do you mind it so much?"

When Yan Sui asked this question, he thought that if others might kiss his Meng Ting, he would not be happy, too.

"Yeah, I don't like it. I particularly don't like it." Meng Ting leaned on Yan Sui's body. He looked at the man intently. The look on Yan Sui's face was pitiful, yet adorable.

Yan Sui embraced Meng Ting and asked him to prop up, so that they could look at each other face to face. The corners of his mouth slightly curled up and he promised, "Okay. I won't let others kiss me."

Meng Ting did not respond. He pursed his lips and earnestly kissed Yan Sui all the way from his forehead to his chin, and only after that did he respond to Yan Sui, "Be good, too."

Yan Sui was so good. As to why Yan Manjia and Zhen Han wanted to say that he was bad, Meng Ting could not figure out.

The corners of Yan Sui's mouth slightly curled up when he heard it, then he reflexively placed Meng Ting under him, and his gaze fell on Meng Ting's lips. The man leaned over at once, then exchanged a sweet and sticky kiss with the boy. Although he could not escape the flames of his desire, Yan Sui had some experience in restraining himself.

Before going to sleep, Meng Ting took the initiative to come forward and give the man a firm hug, "I can't help you with work, but I'll always accompany you."

Meng Ting was not sensitive to other people and other people's matters, but Yan Sui's feeling was an exception for him. Meng Ting could sense that Yan Manjia's words had made Yan Sui very concerned.

Yan Sui gently hummed. That bit of gloom that was originally left in his heart subsequently vanished.

Having someone accompany him felt really good.

Time passed and, finally, it was already early in the morning of the seventh of July. Today was the day Yan Sui and Meng Ting held their wedding ceremony. The wedding was held at the Yans' old residence. This was regarded as the confirmation of Meng Ting's status in the family.

Starting two days ago, except for Meng Ting, everyone was completely busy. Apart from being pulled to try out his wedding clothes, he did not need to worry about other things. He only had to take the dog for a walk, play with the cat, and do whatever he liked to do.

Yan Manjia, who had returned to the Yans' residence, also could not help with anything else. However, she could ward off He Wan and that was very helpful.

Yesterday, He Wan came over. She was attacked verbally by Yan Manjia for less than half an hour. In the end, she left panting in rage. She had not come back here yet today, but since Yan Manjia was back, if He Wan come back here, it would not matter much.

Furthermore, He Wan would never be willing to come. The only thing that she could control was Yan Sui's marriage. Now, when she had tasted the results, it may be too unlikely for her to come.

Most of Yans' ancestors were literati officials and they were top-notch people who truly have heritage, so this wedding ceremony did not follow the Western style, but a festive old-fashioned wedding ceremony.

When Meng Ting woke up, he went to the room that Uncle Xiao had prepared for him at the beginning when he came to this residence. He changed into his wedding clothes here.

The red satin had three colors embroidered at the bottom: gold, silver and black. It was not too much, but its exquisiteness aroused people's admiration. When he came out of the changing room to a room where a few people waited, all eyes were on him.

Meng Ting's skin was originally white. Under the bright red wedding clothes, his skin was as white as snow, and it was more exuberant than snow. He originally had some gorgeous facial features, but now, he was even more charming.

He glanced at the mirror, then he turned around to look at Yan Sui. He asked softly, "Does it look good?"

Yan Sui stared and looked at Meng Ting in the eyes. There was silence, then he nodded gently, "It looks good."

There was no need for makeup to confirm it. Meng Ting already looked stunning wearing this.

Meng Ting smiled and his eyes were filled with joy. He took a step forward, then he drew nearer after a few steps. In the end, he gently held Yan Sui's hand, "Yan Sui, I'm very happy."

"What are you happy about?" Yan Sui asked while knowing the answer, and he also held Meng Ting's hand. He gently stroked the scar in Meng Ting's palm with his thumb.

Surprised, Meng Ting looked at Yan Sui, but he still spoke frankly, "I'm happy to marry you."

Yan Manjia and several servants who were still inside the room retreated quietly. There was no space for them to stay here anymore.

Yan Sui pulled Meng Ting gently. He took the boy into his arms then landed a kiss on the space between Meng Ting's eyebrows, "I'm happy, too."

Before the age of twenty-eight, no, he did not expect it before last month that there would be a day when he would be in such a mood to be in his own wedding.

Meng Ting embraced Yan Sui back, and rubbed himself against the man contently. From Meng Ting's point of view, the most important things in this ceremony were Yan Sui and their marriage certificate. As for the wedding banquet, he did not care much at all, but he also did not want to object to it.

Yan Sui took Meng Ting back to their room, then Yan Sui changed into his wedding clothes which had the same style as Meng Ting's.

Meng Ting's clothes were exquisite and remarkable; however, what Yan Sui wore felt quite special. The bright red wedding color faded away from his imposing manner that had grown with each passing day. Because of this, people noticed things other than his imposing manner and style.

Meng Ting blinked. He walked over to Yan Sui's back, stood on his tiptoe, and pounced on to Yan Sui's back. He sounded delighted, but there was some inexplicable uneasiness, "Oh dear, you look very handsome and attractive in these clothes."

His handsomeness could be seen in a glance. His elegance and mature good looks made him rather dashing. In short, he was very attractive.

Yan Sui slightly bent down his waist and slipped his hand into Meng Ting's thighs, then he carried the boy on his back.

Meng Ting wrapped his arms around Yan Sui's neck and stuck his slightly blushing cheeks on the man, then he whispered to ask, "Why are you carrying me on your back?"

Having heard this, Yan Sui's face broadened into a smile, "I'll carry you on my back to see our ancestors."

BMHS : Chapter 35.1 – A couple who gets married becomes the closest relatives and this also concluded the most important agreement

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung, chiangyushien

Proofreader: KainGuru

Once the door opened, most of the guests who had arrived earlier, gathered around to see them. Meng Ting's face suddenly blushed even more, but instead of trying to go down from Yan Sui's back, he continued to wrap his arms around Yan Sui's neck. Then he broke the silence that was becoming more and more awkward.

"Hello everyone."

"Hello, Sister-in-Law!"

Shi He and Gu Lang came so early. They wanted to help Yan Sui greet the guests. However, they never thought that as soon as they met him, he would stick dog food on their faces, let alone Meng Ting was on Yan Sui's back. He was in his wedding clothes, shyly blushing and looking handsome. There was no indisposed feeling even for a bit. He was visually attractive and admirable.

Yan Sui came out with Meng Ting on his back, and of course he was not afraid of being seen by others. His hands continued to hold up Meng Ting's legs firmly as he nodded at them. After exchanging greetings, he continued walking down the stairs.

Meng Ting found that it was somewhat embarrassing to lean on Yan Sui's neck. He endured all kinds of gazes for the whole journey together with Yan Sui.

Although he was embarrassed, his hands and feet did not intend to release the man as well. A sheet of marriage certificate was not enough. After today's wedding, all of those people should be aware that Yan Sui was his. Only he could make Yan Sui carry someone on his back like this and he would only allow Yan Sui to carry him.

"Am I heavy?" Meng Ting whispered in Yan Sui's ear. He was leaning too close that his lips brushed on Yan Sui's earlobes, which subtly made it a little ruddy.

"Not heavy." Yan Sui endured the ticklish feeling and answered Meng Ting's words softly. His steps were steady and vigorous. His breathing was still even. Even if he carried the boy with one hand, he would not have much difficulty, let alone if he carried the boy on his back.

The corners of Meng Ting's mouth curved up into a smile. He rubbed his face on Yan Sui, "Then carry me on your back, okay?" He thought about it once again and added, "I really like it."

"Okay," answered Yan Sui with an even softer look.

The appearance of Yan Sui and Meng Ting whispering naturally to each other fell upon everyone's eyes, but they did not mind anything at all; except having admiration and blessings. They did not know Meng Ting. Naturally, they did not think that he had anything good, but who made him lucky? Who made Yan Sui like him?

Uncle Xiao opened the room that was locked on the east side of the first floor yesterday. The room was styled with old-fashioned decorations, giving it an inexplicable sense of solemnity. In addition to this, there was also a row of antiques and a jade vase there at the side. They were all treasures that could not be found at an auction.

However, this room was opened today, not to show people these treasures. They were mere decorations. In the innermost part of this room, there was a huge altar table attached to the wall. There were many memorial tablets on top of it since the Song Dynasty. These were for all of the ancestors of the Yans, including Yan Sui's grandparents.

When Yan Sui said that he would bring Meng Ting to see his family's successive generations of ancestors, it was not an exaggeration in the least bit.

On the other side of the case was a bookshelf, which had a pale-yellow book on top of it. This held the record of all the deeds of the Yans' ancestors. It was quite spectacular. This room could not be opened at will. Since Yan Sui married today, it was only opened again for a while.

Several elders from the collateral line of the Yan's clan and those with identity in Haicheng came in. Like Gu Lang and Shi He, the younger generations were only allowed to watch by the doorway. Yan Manjia, who was dressed up, and He Wan, who was late, also stopped by the doorway.

Yan Sui carried Meng Ting all the way to the door before putting the boy down. Everyone whispered around them. The couple only knew that they were talking, but as for what they had said, they were not able to catch it. Meng Ting was like this, and so was Yan Sui.

They went in through this doorway, kowtowed, and paid their respects with the joss sticks. They were the married couple who were recognized by the ancestors of the Yans. If there was no change, they would be buried together after death. Both in life and in death, they would be together. This kind of agreement was enough for them to become the closest person to each other's life.

Meng Ting took the initiative and outstretched his hand. Yan Sui held on to his outstretched hand and together, they pressed forward.

Meng Ting, who did not have much knowledge about this kind of ritual, felt at this moment that a couple who gets married becomes the closest relatives and this also concluded the most important agreement, so they needed to be cautious like this. It was so grand. This was not only for the outsiders to see, but also for him and Yan Sui to treat each other earnestly.

He suddenly realized that it was somewhat late, but not too late.

A white-haired, white-bearded old man stood beside the altar table with the numerous memorial tablets. When he saw Yan Sui and Meng Ting walked over, his serious look eased up a little bit. He turned around and took some joss sticks, which he handed over first to Yan Sui, then to Meng Ting.

"From now on, your name will be recorded in the genealogical record of the clan."

This remark was clearly addressed to Meng Ting. He earnestly nodded to the old man.

The old man's expression did not change. After he took a step back, he said loudly, "First kowtow. Kneel then kowtow."

Two praying mats were neatly arranged earlier. Yan Sui was on the left while Meng Ting was on the right. In accordance with the old man's instructions, they knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, completing the kowtow ceremony for the patriarch's wife's first entry in the genealogical record.

When the last kowtow was completed, Yan Sui stood up first then bent over and helped Meng Ting up. They faced the old man together. Yan Sui introduced Meng Ting, "This is my great uncle."

"Hello Great Uncle." Meng Ting greeted the old man.

The Great Uncle nodded gently and lighted a joss stick. He bowed and inserted it into the joss stick pot. After that he turned around and answered Meng Ting, "The master's husband doesn't need to stand on ceremony. You and the patriarch must take good care of the family."

This was the elder's advice. Meng Ting naturally did not have any objection. He nodded, "I'll work hard."

Basically, he would work hard not to give Yan Sui more troubles. Meng Ting was quite clear about his position.

After that, everyone who entered the room ignited their own joss sticks, and they all came over to meet Meng Ting, one by one. They mostly said something similar to the great uncle's words, and Meng Ting also responded to them, one by one.

They were so respectful toward Meng Ting. In fact, this attitude they showed was not related to Yan Sui's deed before of giving Meng Ting stocks in the company. The world's bustling was all for gaining benefits. This sentence applies in ancient and modern times and was also tried in this family.

After this ceremony was done, the time was about 10 a.m. The official wedding ceremony was at 3 p.m. It was said to be the most auspicious time of the day. Now was regarded as still too early, and it was also still more than an hour before lunch. Yan Sui wanted leisure time and took Meng Ting to their wedding room, which was originally Yan Sui's room, to rest for a while first.

"Are you tired?" Both of them sat down on the sofa as Yan Sui asked this question to Meng Ting. This was also the first time for Yan Sui to go through this kind of numerous and complex ceremony, and he felt that it was very special. However, he was afraid that Meng Ting was tired since this was his first time meeting so many people he did not know.

Meng Ting measured Yan Sui with his eyes several times, then gently shook his head, "I'm not tired doing anything with you."

He was telling the truth. In his opinion, Yan Sui might be more tired than him. "Are you tired? Do you want to lean on me?" Meng Ting asked as he patted his not-so-broad shoulder. Yan Sui hesitated a little, but Meng Ting took the initiative to press his head, "You can do things like leaning on me since we have a relationship. I'm willing to let you lean on me."

Like himself, he also felt shy and embarrassed once in a while, but he still remained faithful to his own heart. That kind of feeling of wanting to be close to Yan Sui—he thought that Yan Sui could also be like this to him, so he wanted him to lean on him.

Because of Meng Ting's natural tone, Yan Sui did not bother to be at a loss. He did not have a broad shoulder to lean on, nor would it be particularly comfortable to lean on his shoulder, but the light smile that evoked the corners of his mouth could not be dispersed.

"Today will be busy. In the evening, we'll pack up since we'll have an early flight tomorrow. We'll go abroad to have some fun and have a good rest, too."

BMHS : Chapter 35.2 – A couple who gets married becomes the closest relatives and this also concluded the most important agreement

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung, chiangyushien

Proofreader: Zeraphiel25

Meng Ting digested this information properly for a while. Only after he mulled over it did he understand what Yan Sui meant, but he did not immediately say if it was all right or not. He turned his head, and embraced Yan Sui with both of his hands, then he softly asked, "Is it okay for us to leave the house like this? Won't it be hard for you?"

Yan Sui felt sorry for him and he also felt sorry for Yan Sui.

"I don't mind it. I just want to be with you."

If he can go out to have some fun with Yan Sui, of course it would be good. However, if it makes Yan Sui exhausted and causes him trouble, Meng Ting was more willing to be a little bit conservative and keep watch over Yan Sui well so that they could live together for a long time.

Yan Sui raised his hand and held on to Meng Ting's arm, then he slowly slid his hand down and held Meng Ting's right hand. After that, he lifted it up and kissed the back of Meng Ting's hand.

"The house will be alright and I also don't find it exhausting. I've already arranged it. You should accompany me to go on a vacation."

Yan Sui could march through the business world unhindered. He was probably the best at judging people. Naturally, he could also sense the caution behind Meng Ting's words. Meng Ting still had some parts that he could not completely reveal to Yan Sui. This part that Meng Ting himself was not aware of, he also had it in himself. They still needed some time.

Yan Sui understands this, but he did not have a sense of urgency for this, since he and Meng Ting had already progressed fast enough.

Meng Ting looked at the back of his hand which Yan Sui held. With blushing cheeks, he softly said, "Okay."

Yan Sui slowly sat up and stood up again. He thought that it was almost time. He took Meng Ting down, but when he looked back, he saw Meng Ting's cheeks filled with blush, which looked even redder than his clothes. His heart suddenly lost its rhythm. It seemed to be fast and yet so slow.

Meng Ting looked up and his eyes met with Yan Sui's. He blinked and slightly turned his head. After that, his eyes lit up and his cheeks became a little redder. He was uncertain and seemed to be genuine, "Do you want to kiss me? Then kiss me."

He said as he slightly lifted his chin and gazed over with a passionate look. He turned up his sexiness to the extreme that anyone could not help but be entrance by him. Whether Meng Ting intentionally seduced him or not, Yan Sui admitted that he was aroused by this.

His gaze fell on Meng Ting's slightly pouty cherry-colored lips, then caressed Meng Ting's cheeks, and bent down. Meng Ting was not mistaken, Yan Sui wanted to kiss him.

Meng Ting raised his hand and tugged on the corner of Yan Sui's wedding clothes. The tighter he pinched, the more he lost his strength.

From bending over, Yan Sui sat back on the sofa. He weighed down on the boy, causing him to slide to one side. Meng Ting lied down on the sofa. He was slightly leaning on Meng Ting's body. After that, he held on to the boy's hand and lifted it up over Meng Ting's head. Meng Ting did not know when his feet where on Yan Sui's waist.

One could not say that it was a light kiss and up until now, it was almost in extreme disorder. Meng Ting had no intention to stop. Yan Sui was powerless.

Once their lips got separated, Yan Sui fixed his gaze at the boy with his slightly red eyes. He distinguished Meng Ting's facial features one by one. After that, he kept his memory of each and every part of Meng Ting's face locked deep in his mind and carved them in his heart.

Meng Ting slightly narrowed his eyes. He was still entranced in the pleasant lingering effect of their fervent kiss, but there was a clear figure within his line of sight. Of course, it was Yan Sui...his Yan Sui.

His breathing slightly eased up. Meng Ting was about to move but he found out that he himself could not move. He looked at Yan Sui, then he lifted up his hand that was not seized by Yan Sui, and touched Yan Sui's cheek gently, "Restrain yourself. I'll help you tonight."

This kiss stirred both of their desires, but his passion had already dissipated, while Yan Sui's had not.

He was not aware that his words would only make it even harder for Yan Sui to control himself.

Meng Ting felt that Yan Sui looked so handsome like this. His other hand broke free, then he wrapped it around Yan Sui's neck. After that he raised his face and suddenly landed a kiss on Yan Sui's cheek. He looked at him again, and another kissing sound was heard on Yan Sui's other cheek.

His brows and eyes curved. He felt very happy, "Yan Sui, I like you so much."

Yan Sui's eyes darkened a little and his breathing became unstable once again. He felt a certain part of his body grow more and more.

"Meng Ting..."

"I'm here." Meng Ting absolutely did not think that Yan Sui was terrifying. He likes him even though he emits a terrifying aura sometimes. Meng Ting likes it, too. He rubbed against the man like a little critter. He felt that, no matter what, he would not get bored of doing this to the man.

He pecked on the man a few times, then he kissed Yan Sui again.

The kissing sound tickled the man's ears and also tickled his heart. Yan Sui searched for the buttons on Meng Ting's clothes with his hands. It did not take long for him to undo a row of them. The bright red color on Meng Ting's cheeks that had already dissipated had painted his cheeks once again. However, he just watched and did not stop Yan Sui at all.

Yan Sui's kiss fell on Meng Ting's neck. It felt hot and ticklish. Meng Ting could not bear with it. He laughed a few times, "Ah, it tickles!"

Yan Sui did not stop. His kiss was fine and dense. In the end, his kiss landed on Meng Ting's back wherein half of his clothes had been stripped. Yan Sui could see some scars still remained but these did not affect the beauty of Meng Ting's back. His skin was white and his figure was well-proportioned. Yan Sui's kiss fell on those scars. At times, it was gentle and at times, it was longer.

Meng Ting leaned on the sofa. Once in a while when he could not endure the tickling, he would let out a few snickers, but in general, he felt quite comfortable being kissed.

He turned his head and could only see Yan Sui's hair. He whispered his doubt and asked, "Do you like kissing that much?"

In Meng Ting's point of view, 'giving a hand' was supposed to be straight to the point. He had no idea about foreplay. He felt comfortable being kissed, but he was unconvinced of Yan Sui's feelings, so he asked this.

"It tickles...!" Meng Ting stretched out his hand to cover his sensitive part. Unfortunately, Yan Sui held him tightly and did not let him go. Half of his body felt weak because of this. He could not resist Yan Sui at all. He was only able to continue protesting, "Yan Sui, it tickles!"

Well, it was a punishment for Meng Ting because he aroused him again. When Yan Sui let go of him, half of Meng Ting's clothes practically fell off. However, before he could continue, there was the sound of the door knob turning, and from the edge of his line of sight, he could see that the door of their bedroom was being opened.

Yan Sui clearly remembers that when he took Meng Ting back to their room, he had locked the door. Where did the person outside get the key to open the door? He could not think this over. He pulled Meng Ting's clothes up, then he immediately turned his back over, and let Meng Ting hide first in his arms.

After that, he turned his head and growled, "Get out...get out of here!"

There was no doubt that Yan Sui was angry. The person who opened the door outside to come in obviously did not expect that Yan Sui would be here. The door was half opened, but there was no one who dared to continue opening it.

"Aunty, what are you doing here? There's quite a few madams and ladies who wanted to talk to you."

Zhen Han's voice suddenly emerged at the doorway and with his sharp eyes and deft hands, he immediately closed the door. Yan Sui was angry. No matter what Yan Sui was doing with Meng Ting in the room, no matter if others were allowed to see it or not, and no matter who they were, they still need to be sensible.

Yan Sui's expression remained cold for a long time after the door was closed. His gaze softened a little when he looked at Meng Ting who obediently shrunk in his embrace, but after that, he became even angrier.

When he was very intimate with Meng Ting, he already stripped half of Meng Ting's clothes. How could he let others see this?

Yan Sui carried Meng Ting up again and walked over to the bed, then he placed him on the bed. After that, he personally helped Meng Ting wear his clothes properly again. He reviewed what just happened and explained in a low voice, "I wasn't angry with you."

Meng Ting nodded. He stretched out his hand on Yan Sui's chest, "I know, but I also did something bad."

When Yan Sui wanted to kiss him, he did not stop him. This was what Meng Ting meant as the part that he mostly was not good at.

"Don't be angry. We'll kiss again tonight."

"Be good. I'll kiss you."

Yan Sui looked at the boy. The anger that was hanging in midair had dissipated. He stretched out his hand and ruffled Meng Ting's hair and obediently went back to being sane again, but he was still going to find out about this issue. "Okay."