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

Meng Wenjin looked in the direction of the voice and found that Chu Xiaoyun's eyes were still fixed on the oil paper bag.

Feeling the gazes coming at her, she raised her head and smiled sweetly.

Meng Wenjin laughed and "forcefully" stuffed the oil paper bag in his hand into Chu Xiaoyun's hand.

"Take it. If you can't eat it today, you can save it for tomorrow. Just consider it as my apology for the marriage, okay?"

Chu Xiaoyun's eyes sparkled with little stars. She hesitated for a moment, but when she felt the other party handing her the oil paper bag with great force, she pretended that she couldn't refuse and put the bag away.

"Well, since you apologized sincerely, I will accept your apology."

"But I'm just accepting your apology gift. It doesn't mean I don't hate you anymore."

Chu Xiaoyun felt the weight of the pastry in her hand and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She scratched her fingers and whispered.

"Well, I hate you a little less than before, just a little."

Chu Xiaoyun used her thumb and index finger to pinch out a gap the size of a fingernail.

Although she said that, her attitude towards Meng Wenjin softened a little.

But he was just bland, not friendly, and didn't treat him as a playmate.

Meng Wenjin began to try other ways to please her and worked harder to change her opinion of him.

They are young, and boys and girls do not sit at the same table until they are seven years old.

Although Meng Wenjin is seven years old, Chu Xiaoyun is only five years old, and they are child marriages, which cannot be compared with ordinary relationships.

Therefore, the interactions between the two were not restricted too much.

Meng Wenjin used to have no other interests or hobbies except studying.

His daily schedule hardly changed. On weekdays, he would get up early in the morning and go to the Imperial College to study, leaving home early and returning late.

If the Imperial College arranged a holiday for him, he would stay at home reading and practicing calligraphy.

After getting to know Chu Xiaoyun, he developed a new habit - he would go to see her every once in a while and take her out to play.

Sometimes I would go to Chu's house to find her, and sometimes I would post a message to invite her over.

No matter when they met, Meng Wenjin would always prepare exquisite and interesting little gifts for her.

In the past, he used to use all his monthly allowance to buy pens, ink, paper and inkstone, but now he has to set aside half to buy gifts for Chu Xiaoyun.

Meng Wenjin seldom played with other girls, let alone girls younger than herself, so it was naturally impossible for her to please Chu Xiaoyun every time.

For convenience, at first he always picked sweet pastries, which most children could not refuse.

What's more, Chu Xiaoyun was under strict control of her parents at home, so she couldn't refuse the pastries he gave her.

The last time I had a toothache, my family kept a close eye on me and the pain only lasted half a day.

After such a long time, Chu Xiaoyun slowly healed her wounds and forgot the pain.

She happily took the cake and specifically asked Meng Wenjin not to tell her parents.

During that period, Chu Xiaoyun was in a good mood and changed the way she addressed him to Brother Meng.

Meng Wenjin never considered whether there would be any bad consequences for going along with her, and spoiled her all the time. She even became an accomplice and helped her cover up in front of the adults.

As time went on, no one disciplined her, and Chu Xiaoyun became unrestrained, so her toothache began to occur.

This time the toothache was more severe than before. She rolled around in pain on the bed and cried for several days.

Meng Wenjin didn't know this, and came to see her again with cakes, and happened to see Chu Xiaoyun biting her lip and crying in grievance.

She huddled in the arms of Mrs. Chu Ming Ningxue, tears falling down her face like they were free, her eyes red and swollen like a rabbit.

Probably because of the pain, her body would occasionally twitch. Every time this happened, Madam Chu would gently pat her on the back and scold her sternly with concern:

"Will you still eat so many cakes secretly without telling your mother?"

"Tell me, how did you hide so many cakes from us? Did you instigate other people to be your accomplices, Chunying, or...?"

Mrs. Chu turned her gaze to Meng Wenjin who was sitting beside her.

He was holding a bunch of oil-paper packages in his hand, and he could smell the sweet and soft scent of pastries through the gaps in the oil-paper.

Mrs. Chu was usually kind, but when she saw Meng Wenjin, her eyes were somewhat stern.

Meng Wenjin couldn't help but tighten his grip on the hemp rope that wrapped the pastry, and guilt and fear switched back and forth on his handsome little face.

He thought that Chu Xiaoyun hated him and would most likely expose him.

By then, Aunt Chu, who has always trusted him, will definitely be very disappointed in him.

Meng Wenjin is not very old and is not yet afraid of what others say.

His face flushed red at this moment, and he didn't know whether he should come out and admit it himself or wait to be exposed.

Chu Xiaoyun, who was lying on Mrs. Chu's lap, covered her mouth and answered her mother's question.

"Wow, mother, this cake was...I bought it secretly with my monthly savings when Brother Meng took me out to play."

"Mother, this is not entirely my fault. It's all because Brother Meng took me out to play and we always passed by the pastry shop, and he bought some for himself. I was greedy, so... so..."

On the surface, these words seemed to be pushing the responsibility onto him, but in fact, they were telling Mrs. Chu that her toothache had nothing to do with Meng Wenjin.

After all, according to the information revealed in Chu Xiaoyun's words, Meng Wenjin bought the pastries for his own needs.

Chu Xiaoyun couldn't resist the temptation and bought it when no one was paying attention.

It is even more illogical to put the blame on Meng Wenjin for taking her out to play and passing by the pastry shop.

They were all relatively young, and when they went out to play they would just wander around a few busy streets in the capital, and they couldn't go anywhere else.

Food is the most important thing for people. No matter which street you go to, whether to watch a play or to buy things, there will always be shops selling food.

The more Chu Xiaoyun pushed the blame onto Meng Wenjin, the less suspicious Mrs. Chu became of him.

Finally, Mrs. Chu patted her daughter's back awkwardly and scolded:

"Don't blame others for your own mistakes."

She looked at Meng Wenjin again, "Wenjin, don't take it to heart. These things have nothing to do with you. Auntie doesn't blame you."

"Wenjin, please take good care of me when we go out to play next time."

"Ayun is my only daughter, and I dote on her. But blindly giving in to her isn't really good for her. She's young, and she needs us to restrain her at the right time."

"Yes, I understand, aunt."

Meng Wenjin nodded heavily, and his mind was cleared up by Mrs. Chu's words.

He turned his gaze to Chu Xiaoyun.

After several days of pain and torture, the baby fat on her face had disappeared a lot, and she was curled up like a poor kitten that had fallen into the water.

He looked listless and without any energy, which was completely different from his previous spirited appearance.

Meng Wenjin couldn't help but feel a sudden pang in his heart, an unprecedented pain rolling over him. He shrank into a ball as if having a spasm, feeling guilty for her pain from the bottom of his heart.

This is all due to one's own deliberate indulgence.

What Aunt Chu said was all right. What she did before was not really good to her, but she wanted to repay her kindness without spending too much energy.

Chu Xiaoyun, although she obviously hated him, was willing to take the blame so that he wouldn't be punished.

At this moment, Meng Wenjin's feelings towards her changed greatly, from the initial gratitude to genuine heartache.

The feeling of heartache comes from concern, and concern means that you truly regard her as an important person.