Author: Jianjia Nizi
Translator: chiangyushien, Renkun27
Meng Ting looked at Uncle Wen’s receding back. After that, he realized that his reaction was too much. He bowed his head and was about to withdraw from Yan Sui’s embrace, only to find that he was still being pulled very tight into Yan Sui’s arms.
“Why are you here?”
“Are you ill?”
Both of them spoke almost at the same time. Yan Sui did not wait for Meng Ting to answer. He firmly pulled him and walked toward Meng Ting’s room. Meng Ting also obediently followed him. Originally, he did not feel that the matter of him being ill was important. With Yan Sui being so serious like this, he felt that he must have been doing something wrong.
“It was drizzling when I ran this morning. I’ll be okay after a nap.”
He actually woke up after sleeping nonstop. It was an extremely bad sleep. He simply could not achieve the result that he wanted from taking a rest. On the contrary, his condition became even worse, but Meng Ting was not aware of this. He still did not realize that he was not the same as he was when he was 17 or 18 years old in his previous life.
“Have you eaten?”
Yan Sui let Meng Ting sit on the sofa in front of the bed and frowned as he asked.
“Yes, I have. I’ve eaten all the food that you’ve sent.” Even though he did not feel like eating, he still ate it all.
“Good,” Yan Sui looked slightly relieved and he continued to ask, “Have you taken medicine?”
Meng Ting was silent this time. If it was Meng Qi who asked him this question, he would definitely not answer it, but the one who asked him was Yan Sui. He did not want to lie to him.
“I can’t take medicine,” Meng Ting’s lowered eyes showed a little panic. He conveniently clutched on to Yan Sui’s clothes and quietly taut it, “I can’t help but take a lot…”
Yan Sui looked stunned and for a moment. His body also became really stiff, but it was only for a moment. Meng Ting did not notice it at all. He returned to normal and went on pulling Meng Ting by his waist with one hand while his other hand lifted his chin up.
“When did this happen?”
Yan Sui tried his best to control the tone of his voice, but when he said these words, it still sounded very cold and harsh.
However, Meng Ting really did not feel much about this coldness. He looked up and thought for a while before answering Yan Sui’s question, “Eight years ago.”
“Yan Sui, I don’t have to take medicine. It’s fine, really,” he stretched up his body, and wrapped his hands around Yan Sui’s shoulders. He buried his face beside Yan Sui’s neck and his body appeared to be slightly trembling, but he did not notice it. “I’m already fine now, really.”
The price was that he could no longer touch anything that looked like tablets. He could not stop himself from taking too much medicine. Talking about it was already a kind of torture for him.
There were too many problems in him, so many so that he even disliked himself.
How could he be so unlucky? If there was such a matter in the past, how could he still want to make change for the better when he was making it worse? His background had been downright bad since a long time ago.
Yan Sui hugged Meng Ting again. He hugged him very tightly. Eight years ago, Meng Ting was merely a ten-year-old child. It all happened in the olden days. He was only a child who did not know anything, let alone now… now that Meng Ting has grown up, what happened to him was perhaps much more serious than he had guessed.
The orphanage, the Mengs, and even his Grandma had to be looked into again.
“Why did you take medicine?” Yan Sui asked and stroked Meng Ting’s back, so that it might make him feel a little bit better.
“If you don’t want to say it, don’t say it.”
His degree of kindness to Meng Ting was already beyond his expectations.
Meng Ting continued embracing Yan Sui’s shoulders. He buried his face on his neck and could not help but rub his face on the man. He then said, “There was a time when my health and Grandma’s wasn’t very good. We often got sick, so we have a lot of medicines at home…”
“I was always hungry. I thought I was sick, so I ate lots and lots of medicine…”
Meng Ting glanced at Yan Sui and saw that he did not show any disappointment. He quietly let out a sigh of relief. “Afterwards, I found that it was useless, so I didn’t take medicine anymore.”
“How long did you take it?” Yan Sui’s expression became a bit colder. What did he mean with he was always very hungry…? Did Meng Ting starve until he took pills for his meal?!
Meng Ting was silent again for a while before answering his question, “I don’t really remember… Later on, I really didn’t take medicine anymore.”
His eyes were swerving, and he was very restless, but the next moment, he hugged Yan Sui’s neck even tighter, “You said you were going to consider me. I already trust you. You can’t go back on your words.”
Of course, even if he regretted it, he did not know what he could do. He could not beat him if he would beat him. Meng Ting did not seem to have the money to persuade people.
“Pack all your things. Starting today, you’re staying with me.”
He could not set his mind at rest leaving Meng Ting in the Meng’s residence. Ten days from now, they would be living together so it would be fine if they would do it earlier.
Meng Ting could certainly understand such simple and clear order, but he did not immediately act according to what Yan Sui had said. He was stunned for a long time. His hands that were hugging Yan Sui, were slightly loosened. He raised his face and earnestly looked at Yan Sui. There was some joy and uncertainty in his eyes.
“Yan Sui, I seem to like you even more.”
Hearing these words, Yan Sui’s heart warmed up at once. However, he was still faintly unsatisfied with Meng Ting’s ‘seem.’ Of course, it meant the same way as Meng Ting liking him very much but there was something like ‘seem.’ However, he kept this to himself and did not correct it.