Beloved Marriage in High Society

Chapter 40.1 : It's a good thing you're not related to the Mengs

Chapter 40.1 : It's a good thing you're not related to the Mengs

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung, Let4

Proofreader: KainGuru

Usagi notes: Please welcome our new translator, Let4. She'll be working with FoxyJung on BMHS, so let's see if we can make more updates for the story. ^_^ Also, please bear with me since chiangyushien is still on hiatus.

The ball ended at two o'clock in the morning. Although the guests felt that Yan Sui—who was not coming back down after he took Meng Ting to their room—was being a little too impatient. However, since it was his wedding night, they thought it was understandable. Moreover, with Gu Lang's fun-loving gang, the atmosphere would only become better. And regarding Yan Sui's behavior, even He Wan could not interfere; much less them, who were irrelevant people.

At the end of the lively and noisy day, all the guests had already left. The servants in the drawing room were still tidying up. Nanny Wang had already persuaded Uncle Xiao to go to sleep, but he was still talking with Zhen Han at the side of the sofa that had just been fixed. As for Yan Manjia and He Wan, both had already returned to their rooms to sleep at about one o'clock.

Originally, He Wan did not want to stay at the Yans' residence, but she was too bothered by Yan Manjia's words. She did not like the Yans' residence, but she still stayed.

"Why are you here?" Bewildered, Zhen Han looked at the approaching Yan Sui, who was followed behind by Zhao Bing. Obviously, he did not just come from his and Meng Ting's room. He and Zhao Bing must have gone to settle something.

"Go ahead and handle it." Yan Sui raised his hand and allowed Zhao Bing to leave first. He continued to walk over, then he sat on the sofa and asked Uncle Xiao, "Have you investigated the matter?"

"Yes." Uncle Xiao and Zhen Han were just talking about this matter, "Madame did not take the key from my room today. She'd always had in her possession a spare key to your room."

As for when she had it, Uncle Xiao believed that it could have been a long time ago—one or two years—it could even be one or two decades ago. Yan Sui had only stayed in that room. It had been renovated several times, but the lock had never been changed.

The emotions in Yan Sui's eyes were so cold that it was impossible to see his happiness or anger. He looked up at Uncle Xiao and his voice were somewhat indifferent, saying, "Tomorrow, get someone to change all the locks in the house. In the future, if I'm not here, she's not allowed to come into the study and the bedroom."

"Yes." Uncle Xiao bent slightly at his waist as he spoke.

"There's someone locked up in the basement. She's also not allowed to go there," Yan Sui added. He then turned to look at Zhen Han and his complexion eased up a little. "You've all worked hard today. Take a rest."

Uncle Xiao bowed again and left. Zhen Han sat on the sofa beside Yan Sui. His face was completely filled with abhorrence. "What the hell is she thinking? Such a disgusting person."

She hid the key to Yan Sui's room for so many years. What did she want to do with it? Still, did she want to peer into her own son's private life? Yan Sui was not seven or eight years old but twenty-eight. He was now a married man and had a spouse. Even one who knew a little etiquette would not do such a thing.

Yan Sui did not answer his question, yet the coldness in his eyes was getting slightly stronger. It was not only Meng Ting who had those rotten-hearted relatives—he also had them. In a sense, between them and these relatives was only an indelible blood relationship that could not be washed out. Emotionally speaking, they could not even be considered as relatives.