Beloved Marriage in High Society

Chapter 42.2 : I'm not sympathetic nor kind-hearted

Chapter 42.2 : I'm not sympathetic nor kind-hearted

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung, Let4

Proofreader: KainGuru

Meng Ting adjusted his posture slightly, hugged Yan Sui back, and did not talk anymore. They embraced each other quietly. He could feel that Yan Sui's mood had not settled completely. Although he was not exactly agitated in the first place, it felt different. It was not the same as being truly at ease.

Meng Ting was not the least bit wrong about what he said. Yan Sui took him into his arms and gently patted him. His eyes gradually grew heavy. He rubbed his face against the side of Yan Sui's neck and not long after, he fell asleep.

Yan Sui lowered his eyes to look at the boy sleeping in his arms, then the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a somewhat easy smile. He also closed his eyes. He did not fall asleep, but the feeling of holding on to someone while deep in thought was very different than usual. His head was still in disorder, yet his mood was mild.

Meng Ting slept for nearly two hours in Yan Sui's embrace before he was awakened. He had not opened his eyes yet when his hair was ruffled.

"Have you come to?"

"Hmn." Meng Ting answered as he gradually opened his eyes. After a bit, he became completely awake.

"I fell asleep."

Yan Sui leaned over and kissed Meng Ting's lips. "Wrong, I coaxed you to sleep."

Meng Ting looked sideways. He could not think of anything right or wrong in these few words, but he still hugged and kissed Yan Sui on the cheek for a few times. "You're right."

He thought that, for those things that he did not understand, surely Yan Sui would be the right one.

"Get up. Let's go and eat."

Yan Sui continued to rub Meng Ting's hair. He might not have figured out the things that he was pondering over, but it could not affect his mood and decisiveness, and it was unnecessary for him to waste his precious honeymoon time with Meng Ting.

"Okay." Meng Ting nodded. He was effortlessly pulled up by Yan Sui, then he was taken to the bathroom. Before he could even find the cup, Yan Sui had already filled it up with water for him. When he had just put the cup down, Yan Sui had already wrung the towel for him.

Meng Ting turned to his side obediently and raised his face, then Yan Sui proceeded to wipe his face gently and meticulously. Yan Sui had already given all of his tenderness to Meng Ting.

After Meng Ting was finished, Yan Sui washed himself up. Meng Ting only managed to hand him over a towel in time. Although he hoped that he could give Yan Sui the same treatment, who would have thought that he was made into someone who was more innately slow-witted than others. Rather than making a mess, he thought that it was better to accompany him like this. This was good, too.

It was already past eleven o'clock, so having tea was unnecessary. Yan Mu made arrangements for them to have a Western-style meal in the lawn. Yan Zhenbo did not go with them. The only ones who were present were Yan Sui and Meng Ting, accompanied by Yan Mu and his soon-to-be-recognized son, Yan Shuya.