This kind of thing, Shi Sui once couldn’t understand and even felt resistant to.

But Yan Tingli was always overly enthusiastic about it.

This showed in how, almost every time before their physical warm-up, he would experiment on her like an appetizer before a meal.

Shi Sui went from initial shame to eventual numbness, just treating it as pleasure.

Yan Tingli also wanted her to help him.

But Shi Sui had been unwilling before.

It wasn’t disgusting.

Yan Tingli was usually exceptionally particular about cleanliness, didn’t eat anything spicy, and often ate fruit.

There were no unpleasant odors whatsoever.

Shi Sui just felt uncomfortable about it mentally.

She was already being suppressed and bullied by Yan Tingli in every way.

This kind of behavior with an even more submissive nature—she just didn’t want to do it for him.

Yan Tingli was too proud to ask repeatedly. After getting no response once or twice, he couldn’t possibly keep begging for it.

He cared about it deeply, but Shi Sui played dead to the end.

The only time was that summer when she softened and was willing to try it for him amid the white noise of rain.

But it ended just as it began—Shi Sui had only taken him in her mouth briefly, hadn’t even moved her tongue, and he was already finished.

Usually, when Yan Tingli deliberately tormented her, he was so slow it seemed like time itself moved sluggishly.

So that time, Shi Sui was particularly shocked by his unusually fast speed.

Coming back to reality from the memory.

Shi Sui lowered her eyes, feeling her cheeks already starting to ache.

But he was still holding on.

Trembling and throbbing, veins spreading.

It looked scary even to Shi Sui.

Especially with Yan Tingli breaking out in a thin sweat, hands placed at his sides, clenching and relaxing with tense restraint.

His dark pupils looked like they’d been washed with water, waiting and watching her.

She was stumbling through it, and Yan Tingli was suffering from holding back.

But Shi Sui was more afraid that if she lowered her head again, she’d be pressed down by his inability to restrain himself, and her throat would be pierced through.

“Why aren’t you…” Shi Sui hinted hesitantly.

Wasn’t he quite fast before?

Yan Tingli had long seen what she was thinking, coldly curling his lips: “It’s still early.”

Shi Sui: “Then I won’t do it anymore.”

He immediately closed his eyes in distress.

Compromising: “Don’t need your throat.”

“Just kiss.”

“Kissing is enough.”

Shi Sui asked strangely, “But I feel this way is even more uncomfortable.”

Neither here nor there, being suspended like this was more torturous.

“I want it.” His thin lips pressed together.

Starting another inexplicable bout of stubbornness.

Fine.

Since it was a reward, she might as well give it generously, or her credibility might drop to zero again.

Besides kissing, Shi Sui also threw in a licking package.

Then she lowered her eyes to see Yan Tingli’s whole body trembling from this, covering his eyes with his hand.

At that moment, Yan Tingli was so vulnerable, being toyed with in the palm of her hand.

A perverse sense of pleasure surged in Shi Sui’s heart.

Then, with wicked intent, she bit down.

This earned her Yan Tingli arching his back, a whimper-like muffled groan escaping from his throat.

Then Shi Sui got splashed in the face.

She was stunned, wiping her cheek with her finger.

Looking at Yan Tingli, he had already lowered his arms, gazing at her with fascinated eyes like a beast admiring his artwork.

Then he got up panting, using his hand to spread it on her face, smoothing it out.

Looking at her like a piece of art: “Love it so much.”

This pervert!

Shi Sui’s chest heaved heavily once, and she immediately flipped over and got off the bed to wash her face in the bathroom.

Yan Tingli leisurely followed.

His whole body carried the lazy relaxation of every cell being able to stretch out, burying his head lovingly in the back of her neck.

Like clingy seaweed.

As Shi Sui rinsed her mouth, she thought, then spat out the water and finally couldn’t help asking: “Why do you like me doing this so much?”

She felt this kind of shallow satisfaction wasn’t even as good as him using his hand.

Maybe it came from men’s perverted desire to conquer?

After waiting a few seconds, Yan Tingli answered: “Because you don’t like it.”

“?” Shi Sui’s eyebrows rose dangerously.

“You’re willing to do things you don’t like for me.” In the mirror, Yan Tingli’s expression was relaxed, getting excited about something again, “It makes me very satisfied.”

This satisfaction far exceeded physical pleasure.

It took Shi Sui quite a while to understand that he was once again inexplicably using his logic to prove some twisted reasoning.

His thought process wasn’t normal.

She complained mentally.

Seeing she had finished cleaning up, Yan Tingli still didn’t give up, leaning over to sniff at her cheek.

Saying with satisfaction: “Still has my scent.”

“It’s all over you.”

“……”

The next day, Shi Sui got up and went to Lin Anran’s bridal chamber to help with decorating.

This kind of field inspection, Yan Tingli naturally had to follow.

Sitting in the car, Shi Sui reminded him: “The wedding banquets you’ve attended before should be much grander than ordinary people’s.”

Yan Tingli said blandly, “Those people’s wedding banquets aren’t even as interesting as funeral banquets.”

“……”

The driver in front coughed loudly.

Shi Sui pinched him and whispered: “Watch what you say when you’re outside!”

But Yan Tingli’s words did remind Shi Sui of some distant memories.

During the few months she lived at his house in her senior year, she had indeed seen Yan Tingli accompany Yan Zecheng to a wedding.

The reason she could still remember now was that that was the first time Shi Sui had seen him in formal wear.

That time, Shi Sui had been at the Yan house for less than a month, trying her best to minimize her presence every day. Except for necessary outings, she stayed cooped up in her room like a hermit.

On a rare leisurely Saturday, Shi Sui had stayed up late painting the night before and slept in the next day, not coming out with messy hair to get water until the sun was high.

Just as she came out of the bedroom, she locked eyes with Yan Tingli in a well-tailored suit.

Waking up to such a handsome guy looking at her felt like sleepwalking.

Yan Tingli’s gaze was too intense, like something licking her skin.

When Shi Sui felt strange and looked over questioningly, he had already coolly looked away.

She could only politely greet him: “Good morning.”

Yan Tingli suddenly said, “You’ll eat at home by yourself today.”

Shi Sui was stunned: “What about you?”

“My cousin is getting married.” He explained.

“Oh.”

Thinking of her current disheveled appearance, Shi Sui gave up the idea of going out to get water in one second.

“Then I’ll continue sleeping.”

She closed the door.

But at noon that day, when Shi Sui came downstairs to eat and saw Yan Tingli sitting at the dining table with earphones reading a technology magazine, she was stunned.

When she heard him say he wouldn’t be home that morning, Shi Sui was quite happy.

She preferred being alone.

Shi Sui sat across from him and quietly asked: “Didn’t you go to the wedding?”

“I went.” Yan Tingli looked up from the magazine, seeming to be in a good mood.

“Then how come…”

“The wedding was cancelled.”

Shi Sui: “…Huh?” Weddings could be cancelled just like that?

“My cousin’s ex-girlfriend was pregnant,” Yan Tingli explained for her, “came to the wedding banquet to make a scene.”

“……”

How explosive.

Shi Sui took a while to process this, not knowing what to say: “That’s quite unfortunate.”

“Is it?” Yan Tingli suddenly smiled at her, “I’m quite happy about it.”

“……”

Later, Shi Sui learned the full story from Zhou Xuyan.

This cousin of Yan Tingli’s was highly valued by the family, and his arranged marriage was to a high official’s daughter.

This kind of thing was nothing in private, but political families cared most about face. After such a scene, it was impossible.

With his cousin in such big trouble, the next person the family would primarily support could only be the outstanding Yan Tingli, who excelled in everything.

Coming back from this memory.

Shi Sui felt that Yan Tingli’s crazy streak had already shown its initial signs back then.

She was just too slow to catch on, completely fooled by his facade.

She couldn’t help but elbow Yan Tingli.

He grabbed her hand, dissatisfied: “You’re hitting me again.”

Shi Sui brought up this old matter with him, concluding: “You were gloating then, weren’t you?”

“Was I?” His expression was innocent.

Shi Sui: “You told me you were very happy.”

She couldn’t understand that random conversation at the time.

This wasn’t good news for anyone—both the bride and the ex-girlfriend were pitiful.

Anyone with a bit of empathy wouldn’t be happy about it, right?

“Being able to come back and eat with Sui Sui,” Yan Tingli said leisurely, “of course, I was very happy.”

Shi Sui pressed her lips together: “Stop lying. You were happy that your cousin didn’t get married.”

Yan Tingli: “What does that have to do with me?”

“This way, you could rise to power.”

Yan Tingli suddenly buried his head in her shoulder, laughing continuously.

Shi Sui frowned: “What are you laughing at?”

“What kind of waste do you take me for?” He said lightly, “What is he compared to me that could affect my rise to power?”

So infuriating.

But Shi Sui had nothing to say. Comparing people was maddening—Yan Tingli’s life was like playing with cheat codes, so he had reasons to be arrogant.

Shi Sui was quiet for a while, then couldn’t help asking again: “So all the brothers and sisters in your family have arranged marriages?”

She knew very little about the entire Yan family, only hearing that their family tree was flourishing with many people, all of them elites.

Just Yan Tingli’s cousins alone numbered in the dozens, not even including illegitimate children.

These things were too far from her, like two different worlds.

While pondering this, her thoughts were interrupted by Yan Tingli’s contemptuous tone.

“Only waste needs arranged marriages.”

“……”

Shi Sui’s temple twitched.

She suddenly thought of Yan Zecheng, wondering if he’d been discharged from the hospital.

With Yan Tingli’s current attitude of “whoever provokes me dies,” who would dare force him to do anything?

The facts proved it.

As long as someone was crazy enough, even the king of heaven wouldn’t dare provoke them.

Decorating the bridal chamber was quite a tedious task.

Various balloons, ribbons, and fresh flowers.

But with many people helping, they decorated quickly enough.

Lin Anran’s new house was extraordinarily beautiful, everywhere condensed with love.

Since the wedding was the next day, many relatives and friends were coming and going.

While Shi Sui helped with decorating, Yan Tingli wandered around.

Poking his head here and there, looking around everywhere.

His appearance was truly outstanding, and some elders stared at him intently, smiling as they approached to inquire.

When Shi Sui looked back, she caught sight of Yan Tingli raising his chin in her direction, and the nearby aunt looked quite regretful as she nodded and walked away.

He was probably being set up on a blind date.

Su Han stuck out her tongue nearby, whispering: “If that aunt knew what kind of fraud this guy is, she’d run away carrying a train engine.”

“But he’s quite normal today,” Su Han pondered, finding an apt description, “just like, just like a child brought out to play.”

Shi Sui’s movement of sticking ribbons paused slightly as she nodded in agreement: “Sometimes, he’s really no different from a child.”

“Why are dates and longan put in this quilt?”

Suddenly, Yan Tingli appeared from behind, asking Shi Sui’s ear.

“You don’t even know this? This is common knowledge,” Su Han mocked, “that an IQ of 200 must be fake.”

Being choked like this, Yan Tingli’s eyes narrowed.

A sign of displeasure.

Shi Sui immediately grabbed his sleeve: “This is common knowledge.”

Su Han left behind a string of laughter, not forgetting to move further away.

A nearby aunt who overheard couldn’t help but laugh and explain: “Red dates, longan—hoping for precious children soon, young man.”

After quite a while.

Shi Sui turned to look at Yan Tingli.

His expression was blank: “Oh.”

This topic seemed somewhat beyond Yan Tingli’s scope.

Shi Sui didn’t know if he was still as resistant to having children as before, patting his arm: “Go play, you’re getting in my way here.”

It wasn’t until the room was fully decorated that Shi Sui finally had leisure time, picking up the wedding photo album from the display case with interest.

Yan Tingli wandered over from somewhere to behind her again.

“What are you eating?” Shi Sui turned to look at him.

Yan Tingli looked down at her words.

Shi Sui cautiously avoided: “What are you doing?”

“Let you smell.”

“…” Shi Sui wrinkled her nose and pushed his head, “I won’t smell.”

Yan Tingli seemed quite regretful: “Milk candy.”

“Where did you get it? Was there some on the table?” Shi Sui asked.

“A kid gave it to me.”

As he spoke, Shi Sui saw a little girl with pigtails wearing a festive red dress running into the room.

Shi Sui recognized her as Lin Anran’s niece, who would be the flower girl this time.

“Big brother, do you want more candy?”

The little girl came over and tugged at Yan Tingli’s coat.

Shi Sui looked on, somewhat surprised.

Yan Tingli had a cold temperament—most strangers wouldn’t actively approach him, and children were sensitive, so they’d be even less likely to.

“Yes.” Yan Tingli held out his hand.

He asked the child for candy so naturally that Shi Sui helplessly tugged his sleeve.

Yan Tingli seemed not to see, and after getting one, still wanted more: “Give sister one too.”

“Here you go,” the little girl wasn’t stingy at all, taking out the last milk candy from her pocket and handing it to Shi Sui, “pretty sister.”

After giving the candy, she ran off with tinkling steps.

Shi Sui couldn’t help but smile: “What a little angel.”

Lin Anran watched the whole thing and said with a smile: “She’s not usually like this. Her parents are afraid she’ll get cavities, so they only give her five candies a day. She’s quite stingy with us—she only gave them to you because you’re good-looking.”

Shi Sui smiled: “That’s still very cute.”

“Like her?” Lin Anran blinked, “Then have one yourself.”

Yan Tingli remained silent, his aura still cold.

Shi Sui laughed and deflected: “You should have one instead.”

After dinner that evening, Shi Sui returned to the hotel with Yan Tingli.

Tomorrow was the big day, and she had to get up early to accompany Lin Anran for her wedding, so she needed to rest early today.

After a busy day, Shi Sui had washed up and was about to drift off to sleep when suddenly she was embraced from behind.

After showering, Yan Tingli’s hair became even fluffier and softer, tickling her skin as it brushed against her.

Shi Sui pushed him away, frowning: “I don’t have the energy to fool around with you today. I have to get up at four o’clock.”

Yan Tingli suddenly bit her.

“Shi Sui.”

“What?”

He was silent again.

“Speak up, or I’m going to sleep.” Shi Sui was getting annoyed.

Yan Tingli finally spoke coldly: “Do you really like children that much?”

“Mm.” Shi Sui closed her eyes.

But she liked the cute and pretty ones—crying and fussy little demons wouldn’t do. But this explanation was too long, and she was sleepy, so she was too lazy to say it.

After a few seconds.

Yan Tingli suddenly said, “You’re not allowed to like children.”

“…?” Shi Sui was baffled: “Why should you control whether I like them or not?”

It’s not like he was going to have any anyway.

“Not allowed.” He seemed very agitated, completely unreasonable: “You’re not allowed to like children.”

Shi Sui sighed and turned to face him: “You can’t both refuse to have them yourself and not let me like them, can you?”

Yan Tingli’s expression was very strange: “So you want to have them?”

So weird.

Shi Sui could only answer honestly: “If conditions allow, I would want a child.”

But conditions didn’t allow it, did they?

Shi Sui was born into a harmonious family. Although her parents were busy with work, she was still very happy.

Moreover, from childhood, she had thought that when she became a mother, she would give her child more companionship and continue that happiness.

“But I respect you.” Shi Sui said seriously.

Choosing to be with Yan Tingli meant accepting everything about him, including his attitude toward not having children.

But Yan Tingli’s expression didn’t show much comfort.

On the contrary.

He turned his head away, his body very stiff.

“What are you thinking about?” Shi Sui felt he was overthinking again.

Yan Tingli still said, “I don’t want them.”

“Then we won’t have them.” Shi Sui yawned.

But this didn’t appease him either.

Yan Tingli ultimately said nothing.

He even pulled the blanket over his head, looking like he was sulking.

Shi Sui was too tired, so she was too lazy to dwell on this topic that seemed quite distant for now, and continued sleeping.

The next day before dawn, Shi Sui rubbed her eyes and got up.

Her movements weren’t exactly quiet, and she thought she’d woken Yan Tingli.

Who knew, when she turned to look, he was already awake with his eyes open, as if he hadn’t slept at all.

Shi Sui waved her hand in front of him: “What’s wrong with you?”

Yan Tingli covered his face with the blanket.

“I’m leaving first,” Shi Sui said tentatively, “if you didn’t sleep well, why don’t you rest first and just come to the wedding banquet tonight?”

A few seconds later, Yan Tingli still got up, his expression ice-cold: “I want to go together.”

Shi Sui was helpless: “Then hurry up.”

Because it was winter, when Shi Sui left, it was still dark outside.

“Did you not sleep at all last night?” Shi Sui looked at the dark circles under his eyes, thinking for a moment before suppressing her laughter: “Want me to lend you some concealer?”

Yan Tingli opened his eyes and looked at her coldly.

Afraid of laughing out loud, Shi Sui turned her face away.

He reached out and turned her face back.

Having held it in all night, he finally couldn’t help it: “What if I really can’t have children, and you especially want kids in the future?”

The driver in front suddenly perked up at these words, his early morning drowsiness completely gone.

His eyes keenly looked back through the mirror.

“……”

He wouldn’t say it before, but had to say it in the car.

Shi Sui’s cheeks turned red with embarrassment for him, slapping his hand away and signaling him to shut up with her eyes.

Yan Tingli couldn’t feel any shyness at all.

He continued: “The success rate of reversal isn’t 100%.”

Shi Sui couldn’t stand it and pushed him: “Then we won’t have them, okay? We won’t have them.”

“No one can predict the future.” Yan Tingli’s expression showed he had been pondering this problem all night.

Seeing they were almost at their destination, the driver even slowed down, wishing he could hear the whole story.

Shi Sui: “Driver, please go faster, I’m in a hurry.”

“Cough, okay.”

Finally arriving at their destination, Shi Sui dragged Yan Tingli out.

Fortunately, it was still early and dark outside with no pedestrians around.

“Are you scared now?” She was speechless. “Weren’t you quite ruthless with yourself before?”

Yan Tingli said blandly: “But I enjoyed it too.”

It took Shi Sui two seconds to understand what he meant by “enjoyed.”

Angrily, she reached out to pinch him: “Now you know regret, serves you right.”

“I don’t regret it.” Yan Tingli’s eyes in the darkness were like a deep pool, very stubborn and cold. “I can’t teach, and I don’t know how to teach. My bloodline doesn’t need to continue either.”

Shi Sui was stunned and immediately said: “Nonsense, you clearly take such good care of Ping An.”

“And, and,” she said, “there’s still me, and my mom and dad.”

Yan Tingli’s voice remained cold: “Pregnancy is very taxing on women.”

“Do you think I would allow such a thing to happen?”

Shi Sui was completely speechless.

Her phone rang—it was Xue Jing calling, probably asking where she was.

“Let’s go up first,” Shi Sui replied that she’d be right there, then took his hand, “we’ll talk about these things later.”

When Shi Sui went up, Lin Anran had just finished her makeup.

She looked up, using her bouquet to cover her face, shyly looking at everyone.

Soon after, the groom came with people to pick up the bride, followed by lively bride-picking games.

The atmosphere was particularly joyful. Shi Sui unconsciously turned to look at Yan Tingli. He curiously tilted his head to observe, and his lips also curved into a faint smile.

She finally felt more at ease, asking quietly: “Aren’t these little ceremonies interesting?”

Yan Tingli finally nodded his noble head.

“When you come to pick me up in the future, you have to do this too.” Shi Sui said.

Thinking of the groom being made difficult and kept outside, Yan Tingli suddenly said, “I’ll be faster than him.”

“……”

Who asked you to compete?

After the bride-picking went to the new house, Shi Sui accompanied Lin Anran for photos.

Having not slept all night, Yan Tingli finally seemed a bit sleepy.

Leaning to one side, looking absent-minded.

Until Lin Anran waved the bouquet in her hand: “By the way, who wants this bouquet tonight?”

“Me, me, me,” Xue Jing immediately grabbed the flowers, “Please, give this old lady a rich handsome guy who won’t leave no matter what!”

Su Han crossed her arms and snorted: “What’s the point of being given it? Only snatching it counts as real. And you don’t even have a boyfriend—if anyone should get it, it should be me and Sui Sui.”

“No way, it’s mine.”

“It’s mine!” Su Han raised her chin.

Shi Sui watched them bicker, finding it quite amusing.

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by a sleepy male voice. Yan Tingli opened his eyes, looking at that bouquet like it was already in his possession: “Stop arguing.”

“???”

Several people looked at him.

Then they heard him say matter-of-factly: “It belongs to me and Sui Sui.”

“……”