Chapter 7 - You like to say that I was right in the fight, Yan Sui.

Su Siyu stood there for a long time, before he turned around to push the door and entered the cafe. In this situation, he then knew the reason from Madame Su why Yan Sui ignored him.

Beforehand, he was so happy to have the prenuptial. Now, he just had so much regret. He originally wanted to save some of Yan Sui's impression of him. He did not expect that He Wan would have such evil intentions. He linked a lot of things together, and he was finally able to see it. He used to not care too much about Yan Sui.

"It's not that you're not good, but because you… suddenly changed for the better."

That was what made He Wan dissatisfied. At this stage, Yan Sui could not completely break off his relationship with He Wan, and would not refuse the marriage she had arranged for him. With his temperament, it was quite difficult to imagine who he would like, so whether it was Su Siyu or Meng Ting, there was no difference for him.

"Seventh Young Master from the Meng Family… Meng Ting…?" He had never heard of this figure in the Meng Family before. Perhaps, the Mengs had always had this illegitimate child, but his existence in the family records was obscure, or his own impression of his existence was very weak, otherwise, by means of his relationship with Meng Qi, it was impossible not to know him.

Madame Su looked at Su Siyu's disappointed look, but all the more was she convinced that he had once told her that he really fell for Yan Sui and that he wanted to live well with him. In the end, they were destined to meet but not fated to be together.

"It's good that you're changing for the better. I'll look for somebody else for you."

Su Siyu was the type of person who would really need someone to take care of him. If he would look for it by himself, it would be the same as loafing about as he once had. She might as well as come and look after him. The background would not be as good as Yan Sui's, but would not also be too different as his. The most important thing was that the character should be appealing.

However, Su Siyu shook his head. His facial expression was full of strong unwillingness, then he whispered, "There's still a chance, there is."

He looked at Madame Su again and his tone eased up a bit, "I'm still young and there's no need to hurry."

Nowadays, it was considered normal for a man to be married at the age of thirty years. He was just twenty-two years old. He need not to worry at all. Furthermore, it was mainly because he was convinced that Yan Sui and that no-one-knows-which-corner-he-came-out-from Meng Ting would not last long. It would be just like them previously.

By that time, it would be his chance.

Maybe, it would be better this way.

The still-not-married, and the one that was firmly believed that would be divorced from the main lead, Meng Ting, at noon time, sure enough received the lunch that was sent to him by Yan Sui. A large portion of rice, with two meat dishes and two vegetable soup. It was all packed up using an insulated box. It was steaming hot and extremely appetizing.

In addition to these, there was also a portion of afternoon tea.

Perhaps Yan Sui had a deep impression toward Meng Ting's words "big portion," so that he sent all of these in big portions without exception.

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Meng Ting, scoop after scoop, dug into a lunchbox-sized chocolate cake, until there was nothing left, and then he rubbed his belly. He also did not forget to express his gratitude toward the person who had given him this food. He wanted to thank him but he could not plainly say 'thank you.' This was rather difficult for Meng Ting to say.

He pondered for a moment. While he was just editing a text message and had not send it, his doorbell rang.

Meng Ting pretended he did not hear it. He continued hesitating for a moment and then hit send. Just then, he got up to open the door.

The door was slightly opened with a little slit. After he took a glimpse, Meng Ting was about to slam the door shut again, but it was stopper by the person outside.

"Little Seventh, I'm your big brother!"

Meng Qi's voice was somewhat serious. Seeing that Meng Ting no longer resisted, he satisfactorily let go. After he had let go, he took a step back, and once again, the door slammed shut. Meng Qi touched his nose. He had never been so disgraced like this before.

Meng Qi continued to stand back. He leaned on the wall at the side, and kicked the door, "Little Seventh, I'm here to help Uncle Wen pass a message, are you sure you want to hide …"

He had not yet finished his words when the door was opened again. Meng Ting came out the door with a white-hooded sweatshirt, slightly curly short hair, along with his footsteps gently swaying. At that time, there was a kind of soft and gentle feeling that was beyond words, bewitching the person in front of him to step forward and lightly touch him to hold him close.

All the more did it make him fix his stare until he was rendered speechless. That was still the same face from last night under the dim light. Meng Qi already perceived his face was really good-looking. Now in the daylight, he seemed to be two times more beautiful, his cheeks were ruddy, and his lips were plump enough to satisfy one's fill. Not only was his eyes were good-looking, even his lips were also good-looking.

At first, Meng Qi was only bored so he wanted to come and tease Meng Ting; however, he now really felt he was bewitched.

Almost without hesitations, he drew near and evoked an unrestrained smile of a bewildered person, while on the other hand, he took advantage of Meng Ting's body. He lowered his head. His lips had not yet touched his beautiful Seventh Brother's lips when his tummy was severely punched. In a flash, it was extremely painful. This even made him scream but not to call out. Suddenly he also dropped those charming thoughts due to the deadly pain.

After Meng Ting punched him, he looked at Meng Qi with that kind of indifferent and innocent look in his eyes. He managed to ignore him, then he found his way down the stairs.

There he found out from Uncle Wen that Meng Qi actually did not lie to him. In passing, he acknowledged why they were looking for him. It turned out that the Mengs would be back in the evening, which also includes people from his biological father's side of the family.

He was walking in the Mengs' flower garden, when suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated. His whole person also seemed to have come to a stop. It took a long time before he could take the phone out because he was a little nervous. He did not know whether Yan Sui was able to understand the meaning of his text message or not.

"I know."

Only four very simple words [1], but it made Meng Ting's eyes squint up to a smile.

([1] Refers to "I know." There are actually four characters for this sentence — 我知道了)

He edited the text message, and only he himself would feel how profound it was so that it was difficult to understand.

"Yan Sui, you're so good to me, later on, I'll be good to you, too."

Meng Ting thought this was just a mild and roundabout way to express his gratitude, but he did not know that he was getting into someone's eyes, and that he was already entangled in a very touching love story, even if Meng Ting's intention of implementing it was for the sake of returning the favor for the satisfying meal.

Just when Meng Ting was pleased with his rare progress, his phone started vibrating once more, it was actually Yan Sui again.

"Yan Sui!"

Meng Ting's voice was full of surprise, and he was really happy that Yan Sui gave him a call, which was more realistic than texting.

"Hmm," Yan Sui responded with a low tone of voice, and then put the sound right again, "Later on, if you have something you wanted to tell me, just give me a call."

Meng Ting was in a daze for a little while before he could think through and understand the meaning of Yan Sui's words. He paused, and then he repeated his words in the last text message he sent to Yan Sui, "Yan Sui, you're so good to me, later on, I'll be good to you, too."

Yan Sui's purpose for this call, from the current point of view, was clear enough. His purpose was to listen to Meng Ting saying these words with his own ears. After hearing it with his own ears, he thought it might be better talking in person, but that would come a little later.

Thinking of this, Yan Sui's ears suddenly became very red, but the thought of Meng Ting to him yesterday with a tactful confession, he did not think he wanted to wait too long.

"I never tell lies," Meng Ting did not forget to add a few more words, "And … I'm a bit slow-witted, it may take a long time before I can understand what I want to say, will you dislike it?"

"No," Yan Sui immediately said. He thought that if Meng Ting was in front of him, he probably could not help but ruffle his hair. He said again, "I won't."

He did not dislike it. He would even like it.

Meng Ting asked himself and pondered for a while, to make sure what could be said and what could not, then he lowered his voice, "Yan Sui, as long as you like me, I'll like you, too."

Yan Sui coughed as a response but it was Meng Ting's two "likes" that shocked him. However, he could not deny that he did not like Meng Ting at first. Yet, he found that he started to like him more and more. Meng Ting looked up to see a black-faced Meng Qi approaching him. He held the phone tighter and said, "Meng Qi's coming to me, looking for a fight. Once I win, I'll call you back."

Yan Sui paused, "Don't disconnect the phone, keep it connected."

"Okay", Meng Ting had decided to listen to Yan Sui since last night. Naturally, he would listen to him this time, too.

He put the phone in his pocket, stood still, and continued looking at Meng Qi as he approached.

Meng Ting gave him that punch earlier. Even though he was still in pain, after recovering a little, he naturally came to give a little lesson to his beautiful brother.

"Little Seventh, do you know what will happen if the Old Master finds out that you laid your hand on your elder brother?"

Meng Qi said this with a cold look on his face as he approached Meng Ting in three steps before stopping.

That punch was intended to warn him a little and to let him know that Meng Ting would not react well to bullying. This white rabbit with cat's claw was very interesting and not dull at all. Yet, yesterday he did not notice this at all.

"It's you who wanted to kiss me first, so I hit you!!"

Meng Ting continued to straightforwardly explain what happened. Not only for Meng Qi who was in front of him but also for Yan Sui who was on the phone. Meng Qi's abdomen was still hurting, but he could not help but laugh. On the other side, Yan Sui was holding his phone in death grip.

"Ha ha ha, Little Seventh you're so cute that I want to kiss you. Complaining to the Old Master's useless."

Meng Qi took a step closer and lowered his voice, "Not to mention… You're an illegitimate child who was only recognized two days ago, do you think the Old Master will listen to you or me?"

Meng Ting shook his head, "I'm not him, how would I know."

Anyway, he did not ponder about this for too long. For his own good, he would not force his opinion nor try to figure out people's minds. His experiences showed that this was completely useless.

Meng Qi still felt the punch on his side. It was a wonder that yesterday, he felt that this beautiful younger brother was boring.

"Smile at me and say something nice, then I'll let go of the fact that you hit me."

To know that before he was here, no one was daring to do what Meng Ting did. In the entire Haicheng circle, only a few dared to go against him and were not afraid of paying the price.

Su Siyu was a beauty, yet his little brother was more beautiful.

Meng Ting continued to stare at him, and before long, he said, "Nice."

Meng Ting looked deadpan and serious. Meng Qi was stunned for a while and then laughed again, "Ha ha ha."

He laughed and took a step closer, intending to pat Meng Ting's hair, but unfortunately, extreme joy begets sorrow. Before his hand could even touch Meng Ting's hair, Meng Ting had already raised his hand to grab his wrist, angled his elbow and, jabbed him directly on the solar plexus, the same place where he was punched before.

Meng Qi, who was in pain, squatted on the ground. Meng Ting retreated three steps and looked at his eyes saying, "You didn't keep your words."

He said "nice." Meng Qi did not only make fun of it, but also wanted to raise his hands against him. Naturally, he would fight back.

Meng Qi took a long time to look up. He could not see Meng Ting's back anymore, "He slipped away pretty fast. This matter's not over."

Having said that, he really did not intend to find and tell the Old Master about this. He wondered, this beautiful little brother was special, he could not use the usual way to make him surrender. If he really used the Old Master to tease him, it was expected that he would suffer another punch.

Meng Ting did not want to stroll in the garden anymore. He returned directly to his room, locked his door, and took his phone out of his pocket.

"Yan Sui, are you still there?"

"Yes," Yan Sui said for the first time while holding the phone for so long. His whole body exuded a killing intent that made people want to run as if the Devil was on their heels. His secretary, who was waiting for quite a long time, did not dare to breathe let alone reporting anything.

"He's too weak, and I'll win again." Meng Ting was pleased to report the good news to Yan Sui. So far, when he encountered people, it took him five strokes to suppress them. Yan Sui was the only exception.

In front of Meng Qi, he endured it. He did not tell Meng Qi "You're too weak" but there was no problem telling Yan Sui this.

"He just wants to kiss you again?" Yan Sui asked. His body's evil aura increased by two levels.

"He reached out. I didn't want to touch him, so I punched him," Meng Ting felt vaguely concerned, "It's not good, is it?"

Meng Ting's fighting history started when he was in the orphanage. He had a dull appearance. Those tall boys not only wanted to bully him, but also wanted to grab his food. To keep his share, Meng Ting often must raise his hands against them. However, because he was not articulate enough, he could not explain the reason why he raised his hands against other people.

In the end, everything would be his fault. The yard supervisor said that the punishment for his fault was for him to stay in the black room. Yet, all he wanted was not to be robbed of food.

At first, he tried to explain why he fought. Later on, he did not care to explain why he fought. No matter what, he was always punished, and no one was defending him.

Later, he was brought back to his grandmother's house, where the town was very chaotic and some of the teenagers loved bullying him. The fights became a habit as he did not intend to be bullied. It was the same story when he was in bording school.

He systematically studied Sanda [1] afterwards. This only taught him where to hit people that would cause the most pain. His fighting skills were mainly based on his own experience accumulated over a long time.

([1] Freestyle grappling or mixed martial arts)

"No…"

Meng Ting's apology was interrupted by Yan Sui, who lowered his voice, "Don't be sorry, Meng Ting, you're in the right."

When he heard Yan Sui called his name, Meng Ting's ears suddenly felt itchy, but that feeling was overshadowed by the joy he felt when hearing Yan Sui's words.

"Thank you. You're the first one who said that when I fought." This kind of joy made Meng Ting wanted to roll around on the bed, but in the end, thinking that he was an adult, he held back. "Yan Sui, you're nice. I like you. I really like you. "

I'd like to say that I fought for you, Yan Sui.