My Sweet And Submissive Bunny Won't Stop Being Clingy - Chapter 12

Meng Hemian paused for a moment.

That had been the original plan.

Finish the paperwork, complete Wan Xianyu’s commission, and then head back to Yaocheng to resume the life of an office worker who slaved away from nine to ten, never seeing the light of day.

She nodded in response. “Yeah.”

Perhaps her only regret was that she wouldn’t be able to eat Wen Shuyao’s home cooked meals anymore. She’d be returning to those days of having no time to cook, relying solely on daily takeout.

“I see,” Wen Shuyao said, her mind clearly elsewhere. “Then remember to take the little bunny with you. Make sure to stock up on hay and rabbit feed in advance.”

“Of course.”

Thinking of the newest member of her household, Meng Hemian even asked for advice on the spot: “I’ll be very busy at work usually. Should I find her a companion?”

Wen Shuyao’s eyes widened instantly. “No! Absolutely not!”

How could she raise another little bunny right in front of her!

She quickly caught herself and suppressed her overly obvious emotions, explaining to Meng Hemian with a serious face.

“Some rabbits have bad tempers, they’ll fight if they’re kept together.”

“If she’s afraid of being lonely, you can just find some time to pet her more…”

Like a studious elementary student, Meng Hemian nodded repeatedly, looking as if she were seconds away from pulling out a notebook to take notes.

Once Wen Shuyao finished, Meng Hemian shifted the topic: “Does your back injury from yesterday still hurt?”

Realizing Meng Hemian still remembered her injury, a warm current surged through Wen Shuyao’s heart, she felt as if her entire bunny self had become fluffy.

She gave a soft smile. “Much better.”

“That’s good. Actually, I wanted to say… are you going to be late for work?” Meng Hemian pointed to the clock on the wall.

Wen Shuyao snapped her head toward it, her fur practically standing on end.

“Oh no!”

She didn’t even have time for breakfast. In a few quick strides, she leaped down the steps, swapped her shoes, and mumbled a greeting while biting down on the half-pancake Meng Hemian had given her.

“I’m out of time! Water the flowers if you have a chance!”

Bang! After a flurry of chaotic movements, the front door slammed shut, and silence returned to the living room.

At this hour, the sunlight wasn’t harsh. A gentle breeze drifted through the open window, bringing the scent of flowers and the chirping of birds. It was the kind of comfort that made one want to stretch out and crawl back into bed for a roll.

In such an environment, it was easy to lose track of time.

Meng Hemian went back to the kitchen to tidy up, subconsciously glancing toward the living room sofa.

Unfortunately, there was no figure there, and no breakfast prepared by Wen Shuyao on the dining table.

She wandered out to the garden to feed the rabbits. The moment the dried Timothy hay was set down, the fluffballs swarmed forward, jostling one another for fear of missing out.

“Little Bread” wasn’t among them, so Meng Hemian didn’t get to pet a single one.

Squatting in front of the rabbit enclosure, she suddenly felt unaccustomed to the silence. It felt as if something was missing.

Was this “back to work” phobia? How did she start getting used to not being alone?

Or was she just too idle, leading her mind to wander?

Meng Hemian slowly pulled out her phone and dialed Wan Xianyu. “The item you wanted is finished. When are you coming to pick it up?”

The voice on the other end sounded like it hadn’t woken up yet, thick with drowsiness. “What? I’m not even out of bed…”

Meng Hemian said considerately, “Fine, then I’ll be at your house in ten minutes.”

“No, no, no! I haven’t washed my face or brushed my hair, I can’t see anyone!”

The sound of frantic footsteps came through the phone as Wan Xianyu suddenly snapped into alertness, her volume rising.

“How about this, I’ll send you an address. Meet me there.”

With that, she hung up.

In less than a minute, Meng Hemian received a location pin.”Miss Cat’s Coffee House.”

She stared at the location.

It seemed to be a cat cafe, quite close to home. It must have opened recently.

Without thinking much of it, she turned back to pack her things.

Following the navigation, Meng Hemian turned into an alleyway.

As she rounded the final corner, the previously cramped alley opened up into a bright space filled with flower racks and sunlight.

There were flowers, wind chimes, an exquisitely crafted iron sign, and a beautiful white cat crouching in a flowerpot, basking in the sun.

If a scene this leisurely and pleasant were posted online, it would likely attract a massive crowd for photos.

Especially that big white cat, its fur was pure white without a single stray mark. Its tail was curled beside its paws, making it look elegant and beautiful.

As Meng Hemian passed by, the white cat opened its azure blue eyes.

Meng Hemian instinctively stopped to meet its gaze, nearly unable to resist the urge to reach out and pet it.

She restrained herself once, then twice, but still leaned in involuntarily, poking the flowerpot. “Little White, give me a paw.”

The white cat: “…”

The cat gave an elegant eye roll, jumped off the flower rack, and entered the coffee shop next door.

Meng Hemian doubted her own eyes. Why did a cat just roll its eyes at me?

“Do you prefer cats, Meng Hemian?”

A soft voice sounded from behind her.

Meng Hemian turned abruptly and came face to face with Wen Shuyao, who was holding a tea tray and watching her.

Even though she had only been caught teasing a cat, she felt a strange, inexplicable sense of guilt.

It was as if she had come back from “fooling around” only to be caught by the little bunny at home finding out she had other fluffies on the side!

Meng Hemian coughed several times to hide her embarrassment. “Not exactly.”

Before Wen Shuyao could even breathe a sigh of relief, Meng Hemian continued: “It’s not that I prefer one over the other. I like them both quite a bit.”

“…”

The atmosphere froze instantly.

From inside the door came a burst of feline laughter: “Meow~ That’s hilarious, meow. Where did this blockhead come from?”

Wen Shuyao bit her lip.

To Meng Hemian, it sounded like nothing more than a series of meows.

She suddenly remembered Wan Xianyu mentioning that Wen Shuyao worked part time at a nearby cat cafe. Only then did she realize why she had run into her.

Her brief moment of awkwardness vanished as quickly as it had arrived, and she greeted her naturally: “So, this is where you work.”

“Yes, please come in.”

The expression on Wen Shuyao’s face was a bit distant. She stepped forward and lifted the door curtain for her.

As she walked, she explained, “A friend of mine owns this place, and she invited me to help out.”

Meng Hemian looked around the shop.

The space wasn’t large, but the decor was fresh and new, and the air was thick with the rich aroma of toasted bread.

There was a dedicated area for cat trees, where the white cat from earlier was now perched, looking down at her from its high vantage point.

Wen Shuyao led Meng Hemian to the innermost counter. “Please, take a seat. What would you like to drink?”

Meng Hemian mulled over Wen Shuyao’s wording. So polite, so formal.

She replied with a hint of uncertainty, “Whatever you recommend?”

Wen Shuyao blinked. “Milk tea it is, then.”

With that, she slipped into the back kitchen.

Meng Hemian didn’t have to wait long before Wan Xianyu swung the curtain aside and plopped down unceremoniously next to her.

She placed an order with practiced familiarity: “Xiaoyao, one milk tea and one honey cake to go. Put it on Meng Hemian’s tab.”

Meng Hemian gave her a cold stare. “Why my tab?”

“You ruined my sweet dreams so early in the morning; don’t I deserve a compensatory breakfast?”

Wan Xianyu let out a yawn and reached past Meng Hemian for the paper box beside her.

Opening the carefully wrapped box revealed two golden-brown shortbread pastries. Even without leaning in, one could catch the faint, lingering scent of wisteria.

She took a large, appreciative bite without hesitation.

Meng Hemian waited until she finished before asking in a measured tone, “Well?”

This time, Wan Xianyu didn’t bicker. Her expression and voice were entirely honest.

“Yeah, this is the flavor. She should like it.”

As soon as she said it, she saw Meng Hemian give a dignified nod. Despite her lack of expression, she had a punchable “I’m so talented” look about her.

Wan Xianyu knew this person had been like this since childhood, outwardly stoic but occasionally smug on the inside, yet she still couldn’t help but grit her teeth.

“Come with me to deliver it.”

“No,” Meng Hemian refused flatly.

She disliked socializing, especially with elders.

Strangely enough, she found it difficult to face her grandmother’s old friends. She feared their overwhelming concern for her, given only because of her grandmother.

However, Wan Xianyu raised an eyebrow and countered, “What? Don’t you want to hear the praise for your hard work with your own ears?”

Meng Hemian fell silent. She was, admittedly, a little tempted.

The wind chimes in the back kitchen tinkled, and Wen Shuyao emerged with the takeaway boxes.

Two milk teas and a honey cake were placed in an exquisite paper bag and handed to Meng Hemian.

Wen Shuyao had overheard their conversation from the kitchen.

“Are you leaving already? Won’t you stay a bit longer?”

Wan Xianyu spoke up first: “Yeah, this stuff doesn’t taste as good if it sits too long. See you later, Xiaoyao.”

Having said her piece, she tried to sling an arm around Meng Hemian’s shoulder, only to be heartlessly brushed off.

Perhaps because Wen Shuyao’s behavior earlier felt slightly unusual, Meng Hemian felt a lingering sense of unease.

She wanted to say something, but didn’t know where to start. After several moments of hesitation, she could only squeeze out a dry “Goodbye.”

Then, she hurried after Wan Xianyu and disappeared from Wen Shuyao’s sight.

The bustling cat cafe was suddenly left with only Wen Shuyao and the white cat.

Wen Shuyao pouted aggrievedly, a sour, swelling feeling filling her chest. Even the cake didn’t smell sweet anymore.

Meng Hemian pets bunnies, and she pets cats… she’d probably pet any fluffy thing she sees!

She wasn’t her only rabbit, and she certainly wasn’t the most special person to her.

With a few graceful leaps, the white cat jumped onto the counter. “So this is the human A-Xiu divined? She doesn’t look very bright.”

Wen Shuyao hurried to explain, “Don’t say that. Meng Hemian doesn’t know I’m a rabbit demon.”

She lowered her head, unconsciously wrinkling her skirt. The sense of loss was almost overflowing from her throat.

“She and I… are just ordinary friends…”

The white cat tilted its head. “Still just friends? Then how much time do you have left before your Lightning Tribulation?”

“It should be a while off.”

Wen Shuyao was uncertain. She was just an ordinary demon, the Lightning Tribulation shouldn’t come that quickly.

The white cat stopped talking. Its tail swept across the counter and its eyes narrowed, it looked ready to sleep again.

Wen Shuyao opened her mouth, unwilling to let the matter drop just yet.

“Miss Cat, how exactly can I make a human like me?”

“I don’t know. I just need to lie in a flowerpot and bask in the sun, and humans come to serve me of their own accord.”

The white cat lay down completely, stretching into one long line. Its pink paw pads looked like soft, cute little plum blossoms.

As expected of the cat demon who had been voted the cafe’s most beloved cat for three consecutive years.

She spoke lazily: “Humans… the more they can’t get something, the more they want it. If you’re too proactive, they’ll actually lose interest.”

Wen Shuyao couldn’t understand. “But Sister Xiu said….”

“A-Xiu never gives her true heart away.”

The white cat’s azure eyes were incredibly clear, as if they could see through every little thought.

“What about you? Little rabbit demon.”