Beloved Marriage in High Society Chapter 6.2

Minna,

Sorry for delay with Jubo. Our translator for Chapter 2 went MIA. We’ll post it as soon as we hear from her. Meanwhile, here’s Chapter 6.2 of BMHS.

By the way, please consider reading He is His Excellency Zhi Li by Angelina. It’s so kawaii (//∇//)

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Chapter 6.2: The first love sentence of his life, “You have to eat well.”

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: chiangyus.h.i.+en , Renkun27

Proofreader: lonelycauliflower

“Then eat it. I’ll have someone send you another one at noon, and if I forget, you can give me a call.”

After saying this, Yan Sui once again heard Meng Ting’s sincere words: “It’s really good.”

“Yan Sui, you’re really nice, it’s so good to marry you.” He really wanted to marry him right now.

Not far away, Secretary w.a.n.g stood in front of Yan Sui, who swept his eyes at him. Actually, he was startled by his boss’s smile. From whom did he receive this call? He smiled so sweetly! His boss's smile was so dazzling that Secretary w.a.n.g's eyes were blinded!

“Hurry up and go eat it, okay. The porridge must be getting cold by now.” Yan Sui’s smile soon disappeared.

He gave secretary w.a.n.g a sleepy, muddled look. Was it just a figment of his own imagination? But, he was quite sure he did not misinterpret what he saw. His age-old iceberg boss smiled, and it was even the sweet and gentle kind.

This was a goblin’s great feat. All of a sudden, he felt like admiring it!

“En,” Meng Ting answered, and then he thought for a moment, stumbling to talk about his own thoughts of his first words of love, “You also have to eat well.”

“Good,” Yan Sui suppressed the corners of his mouth from smiling, but his eyebrows softened down.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the astonished Secretary w.a.n.g, “What’s the matter?”

Secretary w.a.n.g was indeed worthy to be at Yan Sui’s side for fully managing to break the cold air. He still had the ideals of a steadfast Guhui Ji [1] “warrior.” He quickly curbed his look, and then took a few steps forward, “Madame Su wanted to invite you for afternoon tea.”

([1]「骨灰级」”Guhui Ji” is a new term widely used in the online game world. It refers to a gamer who is loyal to play a particular game since the first day the game was issued even after many updates and modifications. – Baidu Encyclopedia)

The Su family was a well-known n.o.ble family of scholars in Haicheng. Madame Su’s fame and reputation in the n.o.ble circle was excellent. She and his late grandmother were Shoupa Jiaos [2]. In the present time, it was called bosom friends. Yan Sui had to give her this honor.

([2]「手帕交」”Shoupa Jiao” refers to the close, deep friends.h.i.+p of female friends. Its meaning is equal to bosom friends. In China’s upper cla.s.s society, women often devote themselves to the same-s.e.x relations.h.i.+p with spiritual love, such as between young and niece, aristocratic women and friends. The two women, who likes each other, usually were sworn to the Sisters of Jinlan. The two women were called “Qi Ruo Jin Lan” and also called “Shoupa Jiao.” -Baidu Encyclopedia)

“Okay.”

When he said this, his face was completely indifferent, and there was no such thing as a soft control when he called Meng Ting.

This was actually the usual Yan Sui. Compared to ordinary people, he was more like a machine that worked all the time. His calculations were as accurate as a machine’s. There were some human feelings, but they were too faint to be perceived. Therefore, no matter if it would be Gu Lang or Secretary w.a.n.g, they would be so shocked when they came across the special case of Meng Ting.

With regard to Madame Su’s purpose, Yan Sui was well aware that she was coming for Su Siyu.

Even if he was not satisfied with Meng Ting, he was unlikely to marry Su Siyu, and he was excluded by He Wan herself out of his marriage candidate list.

It was two o’clock in the afternoon when Yan Sui arrived at the cafe on time, but Old Lady Su had already arrived.

She was dressed in an indigo cheongsam (T/N: Traditional Chinese clothes for women). She had a sense of detachment from time and s.p.a.ce, and she was 60 years old already. She was no longer young, but that unusual lingering charm did not fade away on her face.

She was a very cla.s.sy elder, but right now, Yan Sui could not understand why she wanted to partic.i.p.ate in his marriage.

“I’ve kept you waiting.” Yan Sui slightly nodded, then he sat down.

Madame Su smiled and shook her head. “No, I came early.”

She looked around. Her eyes revealed a trace of nostalgia, “This restaurant has been here for a long time. I used to come here with your grandmother everyday to chat and drink tea.”

“She’s always showed off to me that she has an obedient and intelligent grandson.”

Talking about the elder who raised Yan Sui, his indifferent look also eased a little, but the easing was not much.

Madame Su looked at him and gently sighed. She had a feeling to say something, but this time she rather kept it for herself.