My Sweet And Submissive Bunny Won't Stop Being Clingy - Chapter 14

Wen Shuyao almost thought Meng Hemian wanted to pet the rabbit without taking responsibility, so she chose to solve the problem at its source.

But Meng Hemian wasn’t joking, nor was she trying to brush things off. She had truly studied the matter seriously, browsing pet rabbit forums and consulting pet bloggers, it was a decision made after deep deliberation.

“I’ve looked up the data. Female rabbits that aren’t spayed have a higher risk of cancer, and their lifespan is reduced.”

Meng Hemian emphasized: “False pregnancies are also very harmful to rabbits. They pull out their own fur to make nests, become emotionally unstable, and hormone secretions can even lead to…”

“Stop talking!”

Wen Shuyao disregarded social distancing and slapped her hand over Meng Hemian’s mouth.

Lips suddenly pressed against a warm palm. Meng Hemian’s body stiffened, and as expected, she stopped talking. She just didn’t understand why Wen Shuyao was having such a strong reaction.

Was she scared?

But looking at Wen Shuyao’s shifting gaze, her quickly retracted hand, and the faint blush spreading across her cheeks, she didn’t look like someone terrified by scientific facts.

Meng Hemian’s attitude remained firm.

“In short, I believe spaying is more beneficial than harmful for Little Bread, and the sooner the better. If possible, I’ll find time to take the other rabbits to the hospital too.”

Wen Shuyao pursed her lips: “Little Bread hasn’t been home lately.”

“Why….”

“No ‘whys’,” Wen Shuyao snapped, rarely showing a fierce side as she knitted her fine brows. “She won’t be here tomorrow, or the day after.”

Until Meng Hemian dropped this idea, the rabbit wouldn’t appear again!

Meng Hemian fell silent for a moment. She slowly packed away the notes she had organized and gave a low, downcast “mm.”

Like a small pebble plopping into a well, the water only rippled for an instant before returning to a dead silence.

Wen Shuyao’s heart gave a corresponding thump.

It was strange. Even though Meng Hemian’s face remained expressionless and showed little emotion, Wen Shuyao could sense a profound sense of disappointment from her. It even made her feel guilty.

She shouldn’t have lost her temper. Meng Hemian didn’t know anything; she was just caring for the rabbit.

Wen Shuyao suppressed her shame and stumbled through a fabricated reason to comfort her.

“Actually… it’s because I noticed the rabbit went into heat last night. I need to take her to the shop to keep her isolated.”

It was a very logical excuse. Aside from the fact that Wen Shuyao was too ashamed to look up after essentially claiming she was in heat, the lie itself had no flaws.

Meng Hemian’s knowledge base was indeed different now. She quickly understood: “Then we definitely can’t do the surgery yet.”

Having successfully bluffed her way through, Wen Shuyao breathed a sigh of relief.

Meng Hemian followed with a sigh of her own, sounding quite regretful: “We’ll go once this period is over.”

Wen Shuyao: “…”

She really couldn’t stay in this house for another day!

Meng Hemian re-baked the Wisteria Cakes.

This time, she repeatedly adjusted the filling according to the flavors in her memory, finally settling on the most satisfying version. It took only a single morning for the wisteria flowers to be picked and transformed into a sweet, fragrant filling. By the time she was packing them, a faint floral scent clung to her fingers.

She grabbed the items and headed straight out the door toward the nearest neighbor’s house.

After ringing the bell, the door was opened by a kind-looking, white haired elderly woman. She squinted her eyes, peering for a few seconds.

Meng Hemian spoke first, introducing herself: “Hello, Grandma. I’m Meng Hemian from Number 21 next door.”

Everyone on the street knew Meng’s grandmother, and to varying degrees, they knew she had a granddaughter who worked out of town.

The old woman instantly clapped her hands in wonder: “I was wondering! No wonder you look so much like Lanyin in her youth.”

Meng Hemian took the opportunity to hand over the wisteria cakes she had made.

“The reason I’m bothering you today is…”

Before she could finish in fact, before the snack box was even fully opened or a bite tasted, the old woman was grinning from ear to ear: “The person is similar, and the things she makes are similar too.”

“When are you opening the shop? I’ll definitely come to support you!”

Such enthusiasm was difficult for Meng Hemian to handle, so she could only manage a forced smile.

The rest of the visits followed a similar pattern. Some insisted she sit for tea and warmly asked about her life.

“Do you have a partner? Are you considering coming back to open the shop? Let me tell you, Yaocheng is much better than Jianglou.”

Others praised her after tasting: “Your grandmother’s pastry shop has a successor!”

After visiting three or four houses, the items in Meng Hemian’s hands had increased rather than decreased. Things like home-grown plums and cabbage, dried beef brought from out of town, and even orange candies meant for children were stuffed into her hands.

The gifts varied, but they shared one commonality: they all treated Meng Hemian like their own junior. And they all believed these wisteria cakes were indistinguishable from her grandmother’s craft.

Meng Hemian’s confidence gradually grew.

Connecting with relatives and friends was an extremely energy consuming task for her, she usually only handled interpersonal relationships efficiently during work. After this trip, her social quota for the next three days was nearly exhausted. She just wanted to go back to her room and sleep.

However, she couldn’t. One final verification of the results was still needed.

Once she started a task, it was as if she were on 2x speed. She wouldn’t let herself rest until everything was finished. For this, Wan Xianyu had nagged her countless times.

For instance, now, when she appeared at Wan Xianyu’s doorstep, the latter’s eyes went wide.

“I didn’t even rush you, what’s the hurry? Have you rested at all since yesterday?”

“I’m fine,” Meng Hemian said nonchalantly. “If I move fast, I can still make it back for Wen Shuyao’s dinner.”

“…Fine, I really can’t do anything with you.”

Wan Xianyu grumbled and complained, but her body moved honestly. She led Meng Hemian through the front yard planted with garlic sprouts and chives to a small two story building.

Under the porch, clusters of wisteria flowers were bathed in the glow of the setting sun. It was said they were transplanted from the old wisteria tree at Meng Hemian’s house.

This courtyard belonged to the Wan family, and Wan Xianyu’s grand-aunt had lived here alone her whole life.

The wooden floors were old and creaked loudly with any significant movement. Wan Xianyu rarely restrained herself, calling out softly: “Grand Aunt.”

An elderly woman in her seventies lay on a rattan chair by the window. Her silver hair was meticulously combed, and she was dressed in traditional attire and jewelry. One could still see traces of her youthful beauty in her features.

She must have been a bright eyed beauty once, but now she opened a pair of clouded eyes to look at Meng Hemian.

Understanding the cue, Meng Hemian wrapped the wisteria cake in oil paper and carefully handed it to her.

The old woman ate slowly, chewing thoroughly, not letting even a crumb fall.

Meng Hemian wasn’t in a hurry, but Wan Xianyu was as restless as a monkey, scratching her neck and looking around, looking for all the world like she wanted to eat it for her.

Finally, the elderly woman spoke slowly: “This… isn’t that flavor either.”

Meng Hemian only frowned slightly.

Wan Xianyu’s expression was far more exaggerated, filled with disbelief: “Grand Aunt, you aren’t remembering wrong, are you? Has it been too long since you’ve had it?”

Her voice spiked several decibels, but after a cool glance from the elderly woman, Wan Xianyu instantly wilted. She nudged Meng Hemian’s arm, trying to negotiate in a hushed, pleading tone.

“This is a very busy person, you know. She has to go back to the city once she’s done here, so don’t make things difficult for her.”

The old woman fell silent, gazing out the window. Her silhouette, cast against the wall by the setting sun, looked somewhat lonely.

She waved a hand dismissively. “Little girl, thank you. You should head back early.”

Wan Xianyu grabbed Meng Hemian’s sleeve to leave, but her footsteps halted, she couldn’t budge her at all.

Meng Hemian looked composed, showing no signs of embarrassment or discouragement.

“I still want to know, what exactly was missing this time?”

After a few coughs, the old woman said with a hint of hesitation, “I can’t quite put it into words. The wisteria cakes she used to make… they seemed to have the scent of grass leaves and oranges.”

The “snark machine” Wan Xianyu started up again.

“I’ve eaten Grandma Meng’s pastries since I was a kid. Where would those flavors even come from?”

Meng Hemian ignored her and nodded politely to the old woman. “Alright, I understand.”

They left the way they came.

Walking ahead, Wan Xianyu kept glancing back, refusing to miss even the slightest movement from Meng Hemian.

“Why are you looking at me?” Meng Hemian looked up. Having spoken so much today, her voice was slightly raspy.

The more calm and collected she appeared, the more uneasy Wan Xianyu became.

“Maybe we should just drop it,” she asked tentatively. “Xiao Yao worked on this for a long time last time. I’d feel bad if I kept dragging you into this mess.”

“Besides, you never liked doing these things anyway.”

To be precise, in Wan Xianyu’s eyes, Meng Hemian didn’t seem to like anything. She had no interests and lived a life as rigid and repetitive as an animal in a zoo. Even this sudden trip back to Jianglou for a short stay felt like a total break from her established persona.

Meng Hemian replied placidly, “It’s fine. I want to try again.”

Wan Xianyu clicked her tongue. This wasn’t a “persona break” this was someone so obsessed with their work that they’d gone off the deep end!

Patter!

A sudden wetness hit her face. Meng Hemian reached up to wipe away the moisture.

Then, more raindrops began to pelt down, thick and fast, quickly drenching the streets. The sudden downpour caught everyone off guard.

Wan Xianyu hurriedly pulled her into a nearby shop to seek shelter, frantically tidying her clothes and hair.

“What is with the weather lately? It’s always raining. How about we run back to my place to hide out for a bit?”

They hadn’t gone far, it would only take a few minutes to get back.

It was quiet beside her. No one answered.

Wan Xianyu gasped. In the distance, through the rain, a lonely silhouette was already three meters away, using a cardboard box to cover her head.

She almost chased after her into the rain. “What are you doing?!”

“It’s nothing,” Meng Hemian replied without looking back, her tone completely flat. “I’ll just take a shower when I get back. I’ll still make it in time for dinner.”

“…”

Wan Xianyu’s summary of her childhood friend was: “Persistently numb, intermittently insane.”

Now that she had reached the “insane” stage, there was no controlling her. After a frustrated, laughing curse, Wan Xianyu turned and made a phone call.

Meng Hemian walked home through the rain, only to find the house empty. Usually, Wen Shuyao would have finished work by this time.

She changed her shoes with agonizingly slow movements and stood in the dim living room, smoothing her hair. Water droplets fell from the tips of her hair, sliding down her collarbone into her shirt or landing directly on the floor.

Meng Hemian shook her head, like a wet puppy shaking its fur by the side of the road.

She stood motionless amidst the pitter-patter of the rain, dazed for a moment, before falling straight onto the sofa like a stiff doll.

So tired. She didn’t want to do anything.

Meng Hemian stared at the ceiling, her pupils gradually losing focus as she slowly closed her eyes.

She felt as if she had been tossed into water. Her body felt weightless and burning hot, her head felt filled with water, making everything sound muffled.

“Meng Hemian! Meng Hemian!”

She wanted to check her surroundings, but she couldn’t open her eyes at all.

“It’s okay…”

She wasn’t actually sure if she had spoken those words aloud, she was merely relying on instinct to comfort the person who was fussing over her.

And they really were fussing, shaken by a pair of hands, her body was eventually lifted and moved to who knows where.

Meng Hemian felt like someone was using her for an experiment. One moment, her forehead felt icy cold, the next, her body felt as heavy as if a mountain were pressing down on her.

She floated aimlessly in boiling water, unable to see the shore, when a voice thick with tears suddenly exploded in her ear.

“You really… make me so angry!”

Meng Hemian shuddered instinctively and tried to hide back in her dreams.

She didn’t forget to make a promise that even a rabbit wouldn’t believe: “It’s fine, I’ll be okay after a nap…”

She did indeed enter a deep, dark dreamland, sleeping exceptionally soundly. The accumulated fatigue of days was swept away, and her bones felt so limber she wanted to stretch.

Thinking this, she extended her limbs and rolled over.

However, what her hand touched wasn’t a pillow or a bedsheet. There was another warm body in the bed, occupying a significant amount of space.

What had crawled in?

Meng Hemian reached out uncertainly to feel. Upwards, the texture was delicate and smooth. Downwards, there was something fuzzy, about the length of a palm.

Wait, why was there…

A tail?