Beloved Marriage in High Society

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

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.