After walking around the flower field, the flower basket was full. Meng Ting ripped some vines from the roadside and knelt down on the grass. He spread out the flowers in the basket, then picked them up one by one, securing each with the vines. Before long, he had arranged the flowers into a very large bouquet.
He held a white rose, looked up at Yan Sui, and then extended the hand with the ring towards him. Yan Sui reached out, pulling him up.
“For you.” Meng Ting’s gaze never left Yan Sui as he handed him the bouquet of flowers in his hand.
These were flowers from their own home, but he managed to make their fragrance even more pleasant and comfortable, which could be considered a bit of effort on his part.
Yan Sui did not take the flowers; instead, he embraced both the person and the flowers, then slightly lowered his head to kiss Meng Ting, filled with warmth and tenderness, the fragrance of the flowers was intoxicating. At that moment, only a hint of light red remained on the horizon, but by the time they finished kissing, the sky had completely turned dark.
“It smells wonderful,” Yan Sui whispered as he looked at Meng Ting. The fragrance of the flowers he gave him smelt good, and Meng Ting, who was stained with the fragrance of the flowers, smelt even better.
Meng Ting pressed his lips together and nodded, “As long as you like it.”
After a moment of thought, he added, “I’ll pick flowers for you these next few days.”
Meng Ting and Yan Sui both failed to notice the value of this bouquet of white roses. In his previous life, the perfume that Meng Ting handled was worth its weight in gold; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was worth a thousand pieces of silver per gram. Although the process of gaining fame inevitably involved some hype, anyone who has used it would acknowledge the price.
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Yan Sui returned with a bouquet in one hand, and Meng Ting in the other. Most of the people in the estate had dispersed, so no unusual gazes were cast upon them. Moreover, Country F is more tolerant of same-sex relationships than back home; whether it’s between men and men, or men and women, even women and women, there’s not much difference; it’s just the mutual attraction of two hearts, the nature of love.
At this time in their country, it’s already around one or two o’clock in the morning. After taking a stroll, Meng Ting hadn’t made it upstairs yet when he yawned twice. Yan Sui wrapped his arm around his shoulder and said, “Go back to our room, take a shower first, and if you’re tired, just sleep.”
“What about you?” Meng Ting nodded and asked another question.
“I’ll be in the room, organizing things.”
“Okay,” Meng Ting nodded. He just needed to make sure that Yan Sui would be in a place where he could find him.
Meng Ting was sitting on the ground to get some clothes. When a thought struck him, he turned his head and noticed Yan Sui tidying up their beds. After finishing that, he began to organize the items from another suitcase. Since he had sent everyone off on vacation, these tasks naturally fell to them to handle on their own.
However, Meng Ting felt a bit guilty as he watched. He hadn’t helped in the morning, and now he was still letting Yan Sui do it by himself. Wasn’t that a bit unfair?
Yan Sui turned his head to meet Meng Ting’s gaze, “Too tired? Do you want me to help you wash up?”
Meng Ting shook his head repeatedly, “No, I didn’t even give you a hand.”
He picked up his clothes and walked to the bathroom door, but then turned back to glance at Yan Sui again. Suddenly, a few images popped into his mind, including the image of him drunkenly pestering him for kisses, followed by the scene of Yan Sui giving him a bath.
“What’s wrong?” Yan Sui placed the white roses Meng Ting had given him into the vase, but as he glanced over, he noticed Meng Ting had suddenly walked back. “Did you forget something?”
Meng Ting shook his head, pressed one hand on Yan Sui’s shoulder, licked his lips, then turned around and took three steps, followed by two more, and ran off to the bathroom like that.
Yan Sui touched his lips, smiled gently, and then lowered his head to rearrange the flowers. He leaned slightly and took another sniff. The scents of various flowers and plants were mixed together downstairs, so he didn’t notice, but upon returning to their room, he realized that this bouquet indeed smelt quite nice——fragrant yet not overwhelming, creating a very pleasant feeling.
On ordinary days, Yan Sui rarely tidied up things like this other than his desk in the study, but it wasn’t difficult to do so. After organizing everything, he sat down on the sofa and finally opened his phone, only to find a new text message had arrived.
After reading it, he hesitated for a moment before taking out his computer. The screen slowly scrolled as he read a very long email.
The preliminary investigation results regarding Meng Ting’s experience in the orphanage have come back, and his expression is slightly serious. When the bathroom door opened, he slowly closed the computer and put it aside. He stood up and walked over, taking the towel that Meng Ting used to dry his hair.
“I couldn’t find the hairdryer inside.” Meng Ting mumbled as he was being dried off.
His biological clock was very accurate, and at this moment, he was extremely sleepy. He sat on the bed, resting his hand on Yan Sui’s waist, leaning into his embrace.
Yan Sui’s action of drying his hair was somewhat cautious, as if he were afraid of being too rough and making Meng Ting uncomfortable. His face was particularly serious, yet his movements were incredibly gentle. Meng Ting, who was already feeling sleepy, found himself even more drowsy under such tender care.
“Yan Sui, you are too good to me.”
He helped with bathing, drying hair, and even doing household chores he had never done before——he felt touched but also couldn’t help but worry, fearing he might not deserve such kindness.
“Treating you well is something that I should do; have you forgotten what I said? I’m happy to treat you well.”
Yan Sui leaned slightly and kissed Meng Ting’s forehead, his expression serious yet gentle. Some things, once spoken, become easier to say again; moreover, what he said was the truth, and it was also the words he wanted to let Meng Ting know.
Meng Ting softly responded with an ‘mm’, his eyes completely closed, and he felt increasingly drowsy, swaying as if about to fall.
“Don’t sleep just yet; I’ll go look for the hairdryer.”
“Mm,” Meng Ting responded again with his eyes closed.
While searching, Yan Sui called Uncle Li, but before the call could connect, he located it in the bathroom.
“It’s nothing.” Once the call connected, he hurriedly hung up and walked out to find the person who had promised not to sleep already dozing off, wrapped in a towel, and leaning against the pillow.
Even the sound of the wind ‘whooshing’ couldn’t wake him up; Yan Sui’s hand wove through Meng Ting’s soft hair, showing not a hint of impatience.
Meng Ting can’t learn it; he just needs to come and try. As long as one of them knows how to do it, that’s enough.
Yan Sui thought this way and acted accordingly.
He set aside the hairdryer and towel, picked the person up, adjusted his posture, and covered him with a quilt. He looked at the person for a while, then leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead, “It’s good that you’re not a member of the Meng family.”
The preliminary investigation’s results did not include finding Meng Ting’s real family, but they did uncover some things that were important to him and Meng Ting.
That orphanage did not operate legally; in fact, it was even involved in some child trafficking transactions. Many families that do not meet the requirements for adopting children can adopt a child here after paying some money.
There are even transactions between orphanages and some human traffickers; they are responsible for abducting children, while the orphanages profit immensely from these illegal adoptions.
Yu Meixuan did indeed give birth to a child, and she did leave that child at the orphanage; however, that child was even less healthy than Meng Ting and died more than two months later. Meng Ting was sent there a month earlier than that child and came from the hands of human traffickers.
It was only after raising him for more than half a year that they discovered he had intellectual disabilities. Such children are rarely adopted, which is why he stayed in the orphanage for seven or eight years. Back then, Li Yifei personally went to the orphanage. She should be aware of the fact that her biological grandson has already passed away, yet she pointed to Meng Tang, claiming he is her deceased grandson, and even had Wu Fengjiao take him back.
Perhaps she felt that a child who was not of her blood could not be trusted, which is why she later devised a plan to keep a hold over Meng Ting.
Meng Ting, who was already unfortunate enough to be kidnapped, ended up facing even more misfortune when he caught the eye of Li Yifei. If he had a slightly worse nature, one can only imagine what he might have turned into.
The real Meng Ting died eighteen years ago. The current Meng Ting was brought in by human traffickers; who his real family is remains a mystery. Given the passage of time, uncovering this mystery will likely take even longer, and it may never come to light. However, being able to sever ties with the Meng family makes this investigation worthwhile.
Meng Ting’s actual age should be just over eighteen, and his birthday is in January, but the exact date cannot be determined.
As for the orphanage and those human traffickers from back then, his people are still continuing the investigation. He’s afraid that if the dark truths behind this are uncovered, it will cause quite a stir, but it must be revealed nonetheless.
Even if it weren’t for Meng Ting, Yan Sui wouldn’t just stand by and do nothing when faced with such matters. Those who harm children deserve divine retribution.
Yan Sui continued to finish reading the email, then took a shower in the bathroom, and finally got into bed, holding the person in his arms, sleeping soundly until dawn.
Meng Ting woke up at that time again, but it was still deep night in Country F. Yan Sui wrapped his arms around him and kissed his cheek, saying, “Sleep with me for a while longer.”
“Okay,” Meng Ting replied, giving Yan Sui a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth, then closed his eyes to go back to sleep.
After this, they didn’t wake up until eight o’clock the next morning.
“I’m so hungry, really hungry…” Meng Ting looked at Yan Sui as if he wanted to take a bite out of him. He pressed Yan Sui’s hand against his little belly to prove that he was indeed starving and not just unwilling to sleep with Yan Sui.
Yan Sui’s hand fell on Meng Ting’s stomach and rubbed it gently, “Are you hungry?”
His voice had a slight huskiness to it. Even if Meng Ting was sensually inept, he still felt his ears itch a little.
“I’m starving,” he replied honestly.
The corner of Yan Sui’s mouth curled into a smile, pulling the person into an embrace as they sat up. “Get up, let’s have breakfast, and then stroll around the town.”
“Mm,” Meng Ting replied, suddenly remembering something. He pulled Yan Sui’s neck and planted a kiss on his lips. “Good morning.”
He was so hungry that he almost forgot their morning kiss.
What used to be a kiss on the forehead for good morning had now turned into a kiss on the lips from that day on.
Yan Sui’s eyes darkened slightly, but he still let Meng Ting go to the bathroom to wash up.
He had originally prepared himself to wait for a year, and now that he suddenly didn’t have to, his mood was a bit complicated.
In the small town of Country F, there aren’t too many people. He held Meng Ting’s hand and strolled along the ancient, narrow paths. He had done his homework quite well; he can basically answer whatever Meng Ting asks. Of course, it’s also because Meng Ting really doesn’t understand and asks very common questions.
“You are amazing; you know everything.” Meng Ting never hesitated to praise others, especially when it came to Yan Sui. Those bright, sparkling eyes made Yan Sui’s heart warm, and he didn’t feel like saying anything modest in response.
He rubbed Meng Ting’s hair and, in a corner where no one could see, pressed him against the wall and kissed him deeply. This kind of intimate contact would make people addicted, and it was an addiction that they were willing to sink into.
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Big fat chapter is here again~~~ Also, everything about perfume blending is nonsense, so please don’t take it seriously, mwah mwah~
List of Idiom in Chapter 040.3
溫情脈脈 (wēn qíng mò mò): full of tender feelings (idiom); tender-hearted; full of tender affection; sentimental; be full of tenderness; describe someone who is full of gentle feelings and wants to express them.搖搖欲墜 (yáo yáo yù zhuì): lit. shaking or swaying as if about to collapse; tottering; on the verge of collapse; hang by a thread; be shaky and unsteady; tremble in the balance; describes something very dangerous, about to fall down soon, or unstable, about to collapse soon.
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