Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

The boy was startled by Meng Wenjin's serious tone, his palm loosened, and the stone in his palm fell to the ground.

Seeing him like this, Meng Wenjin thought he had taken her words to heart, and her grip on his arm loosened.

Who knew that as soon as he let go, the boy pushed him.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you control me?"

The boy used so much force that Meng Wenjin couldn't help but take several steps back.

There was a lake next to the rockery, and the soil was slippery. When Meng Wenjin retreated, he staggered and finally managed to stand firm.

He felt that the boy was behaving in an unnatural way and looked at him with a frown.

The boy, perhaps out of fear or some other thought, suddenly looked around.

Seeing that the only maid who passed by had already left with the teacup, he became much bolder.

Meng Wenjin was still standing very close to the lake. The boy rushed forward and pushed Meng Wenjin towards the lake with all his strength.

"Plop" sound.

Meng Wenjin was completely unprepared and fell directly into the water.

The cold water flooded his mouth and nose and made him feel very uncomfortable. He couldn't swim, so he flapped his arms in the water and finally half floated on the surface, shouting for help:

"Help! Help!"

The boy on the shore laughed at him loudly:

"You are still young, but you still want to be my elder and teach me. Look at what happened to you. You can't come up now."

"Hahahahaha, you look like a drowned dog!"

The boy laughed for a moment, feeling that the surroundings were too quiet.

He became panic-stricken, worried that someone would discover what he had done, and quickly returned to the main hall in the direction he came from.

He walked in a hurry, not even daring to raise his head, and did not notice that when he was returning to the main hall from the rockery, a little girl passed by not far away.

Meng Wenjin was still struggling in the water. He felt that his whole body was almost stiffened by the cold water and he gradually lost the strength to slide.

If this continues, it will definitely be a dead end.

Even the calmest person would get scared at this moment.

Fear appeared in Meng Wenjin's eyes, and the voice he shouted became weaker and weaker.

"Help~"

"Help~"

During the banquet, most of the guests gathered in the main hall or the garden, and few people passed by here.

Meng Wenjin became desperate and his mind went blank with fear.

'Am I really going to die?'

The cold lake water gradually rose up as his will to live weakened. When it was about to cover his nose, a childish girl's voice came to his ears.

"Is there anyone in the lake?"

"Ah, someone fell into the lake."

"Don't close your eyes. I'll find someone to save you."

The girl's voice became panicked, and even her voice lost the crispness and sweetness that only a young girl could have due to anxiety, and became shrill.

Meng Wenjin suddenly had the courage to live.

He quickly slid his arms and struggled to open his eyes. He saw a small figure on the shore running hard into the distance, looking for a strong adult to save him.

Because she ran too fast, the girl didn't pay attention to the stones under her feet and fell heavily.

After falling, the girl did not check her wounds, but continued to get up and run towards where there were people.

Meng Wenjin could see that after the fall, the girl was limping when she ran.

"It must be painful."

Meng Wenjin felt a pang of sadness in his heart, but also a warmth from the sunshine.

All his lost strength returned in an instant, and he quickly tried to swing his arms to prevent himself from sinking into the water.

At the very least, we must not let her desire to save people be extinguished.

Fate still favors people.

His efforts were not in vain.

Her efforts were not in vain.

When the girl came back with her people, Meng Wenjin's figure was still on the lake.

This brings great convenience to rescuers.

After being pulled ashore, Meng Wenjin felt exhausted all over and his eyes could hardly open, but he still tried hard to look in the direction of the girl who saved him.

He saw what the girl looked like.

Her snow-white cheeks are slightly puffed up, her skin is as delicate as jade, and her eyes are watery, like a cute little rabbit.

There were two gray traces of dirt on her face, which made her look a little flawed.

Meng Wenjin knew the reason why there were dirt marks on her face. She didn't think it was a flaw on the white jade. She just felt softer and more at peace in her heart.

He wanted to open his mouth to say thank you to her, but the sleepiness became heavier like a mountain pressing down on him.

Gradually, Meng Wenjin closed his eyes and could only hear faint sounds outside.

He heard the maid's screams of worry, the voices of his parents sternly scolding the maids and old women who took care of him, and the voice of the little girl seeking justice for herself.

"He didn't fall down by accident. I saw..."

The noises around him were becoming louder and louder, but in the end, Meng Wenjin felt that the only clear voice of the little girl was left in his ears.

Later, the girl's voice disappeared, and he fell into a deep sleep, no longer aware of what was happening outside.

When I woke up again, everything around me was quiet and the noisy sounds in my ears seemed like just a dream.

There was no one in the room except a servant who was guarding nearby.

The servant must have been guarding for quite a long time, and now he is lying on the edge of the bed, sleeping soundly.

Meng Wenjin touched his dry throat and woke the man up.

"Ahem... ahem. Kashiwa, what time is it now?"

Baichuan was the son of his former wet nurse. Although he was young, he was very clever.

Hearing someone calling him, Baichuan immediately raised his head with a startle.

Seeing that it was the young master who woke up, Baichuan was pleasantly surprised. He quickly stood up, served Meng Wenjin some water, and then answered the young master's questions.

"Sir, it's already 5pm. You've slept for too long. I was worried that you wouldn't wake up."

Realizing that he had said something unlucky, Baichuan spat twice on the ground and took back what he had said.

"Children's words should not be restrained. Sir, you have woken up now."

Meng Wenjin took a cup of tea and drank it slowly, his eyes wandering around, asking tentatively:

"Is there no one else here?"

Baichuan touched his head and smiled foolishly.

"Ah? Who is it?"

He thought about it and suddenly realized.

"Oh, you want to ask the Marquis and his wife. They went to the palace together to ask the Emperor to judge your case."

"They should be back by now. I'll go tell them that you've woken up."

Baichuan said a long string of words in one breath and then ran out.

"I want to ask about that girl."

Before Meng Wenjin could say what she wanted to know, Bai Chuan disappeared.

He could only lean against the bed, lower his head, and imagine the appearance of the little girl in his mind.

There was silence in the room for a long time, and then the voices of Meng Zhen and Li Zhiye were heard outside the door.

They entered the house and saw this:

Meng Wenjin was half-lying against the bed frame, dazed. His lips were pale from catching a cold after falling into the water, and his cheeks were thin. He looked very pitiful.