My Sweet And Submissive Bunny Won't Stop Being Clingy - Chapter 2

“The room has been cleaned. Would you like to eat first or take a bath?”

The inquiry pulled Meng Hemian’s thoughts back to reality. She looked up, scrutinizing the person in front of her from head to toe.

Perhaps the gaze was too searching, as the girl couldn’t help but clutch the hem of her skirt.

She asked haltingly, “Ex-excuse me… do you eat rabbits?”

Her tone was apprehensive, exactly like a startled little bunny.

Meng Hemian didn’t rush to answer. Her gaze swept over the fluffy rabbit ears on the girl’s head again, recalling the phone call from earlier.

What did Wan Xianyu say? A bunny-ear maid? Was her childhood friend intentionally sending someone to tease her?

She replied expressionlessly: “I don’t.”

Hearing the negative response, the girl visibly relaxed, a soft smile appearing on her face. She stepped aside to clear a path, inviting Meng Hemian inside.

Meng Hemian didn’t move. She didn’t beat around the bush and asked directly, “Who are you? Why are you in my grandmother’s house?”

The girl froze, then quickly lowered her head to explain: “I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Wen Shuyao. I am a tenant here. Grandma Meng was my previous landlord.”

She stared at her toes, her voice getting quieter as she spoke.

She’s really shy, Meng Hemian silently evaluated.

Even so, she spoke without much politeness: “Do you have proof?”

“Yes, please wait a moment.”

Wen Shuyao hurried into the yard wearing wooden clogs, her rabbit ears wobbling with every step. She disappeared from sight in an instant.

Meng Hemian followed her into the small courtyard.

Following the bluestone path forward, past clumps of roses and orange jasmine, a small two story villa appeared. The exterior walls were clean, and the wooden porch showed no signs of cracking, it was well-maintained. There was a row of flower pots by the door.

Meng Hemian leaned in to observe for a moment, feeling uncertain.

Timothy grass? Probably used to feed the rabbits.

The door was open. From there, she could see Wen Shuyao kneeling on the floor, rummaging through documents.

Meng Hemian knocked on the door, causing the person inside to startle and straighten up to look at her. Like a vigilant yet timid animal.

She dropped what she was holding and walked over quickly, pulling a pair of new slippers from the shoe rack and setting them down.

“Please, come in.”

Meng Hemian paused. Before she could finish changing her shoes, Wen Shuyao had already taken her suitcase.

Wen Shuyao was like a hardworking little bee, buzzing around the room, placing the luggage, brewing tea, and handing the organized documents to Meng Hemian. Afterward, she stood to the side holding the tea tray, watching expectantly, as if she truly were a well-behaved and sensible maid.

Meng Hemian: “…”

Under such a bizarre atmosphere, she silently flipped open the folder and found a house rental contract. The signature was indeed her grandmother’s. It stated that a guest room in the villa was rented to Wen Shuyao at a price below market value, with the lease ending next August.

She took a sip of the warm tea, naturally attributing Wen Shuyao’s fawning behavior to self-interest. Did Wen Shuyao not want to terminate the contract?

Meng Hemian flipped through the papers: “I never heard my grandmother mention anything about renting the place out.”

Her tone wasn’t aggressive, but it wasn’t warm either.

Perhaps in a rush to explain, Wen Shuyao interrupted: “But… Grandma Meng told me.”

“She said you worked very hard away from home and she couldn’t help much, so she wanted to rent out the room to earn some money to send to you.”

Wen Shuyao lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes unable to hide her self-reproach.

“Grandma was a very good person. It was my fault for not taking care of her properly, I’m sorry…”

In fact, not long after the house was rented out, the elderly woman went to Yaocheng to visit her granddaughter. Unexpectedly, she fell ill and was hospitalized, never able to return.

Afterward, Meng Hemian was overwhelmed with affairs. Even her grandmother’s funeral was handled in Yaocheng, and many lingering issues remained unresolved.

Now that the cause and effect were clear, Meng Hemian closed the file and let out a soft breath.

“I understand. We’ll continue according to the contract. But I might need to stay here for a few days to finish the formalities before I leave.”

She took out her phone to exchange contact information with Wen Shuyao, planning to end this “vacation” early. After all, she was dull and uninteresting, she really didn’t know how to interact with others.

Wen Shuyao stared at the newly added WeChat contact, the corners of her mouth curling up and her eyes curving into beautiful crescents.

“Meng Hemian, you are so kind.”

Her pronunciation was light and soft, carrying the unique gentleness of a girl from the south. A short name sounded like a thousand sweet melodies when she spoke it.

“Cough…”

Meng Hemian happened to be drinking tea and choked, coughing repeatedly.

Wen Shuyao was startled and hurriedly handed her a tissue: “Are you okay?”

The moment she leaned forward, Meng Hemian lowered her eyes, unobtrusively avoiding the reaching hand and only cautiously taking the tissue.

“I’m fine.”

Wen Shuyao blinked and waited for her to recover before asking, “Would you like me to show you around?”

The incident just now hadn’t affected her at all.

After a moment of thought, Meng Hemian nodded in agreement.

As soon as that “Mhm” left her lips, Wen Shuyao put on that sweet smile again. She enthusiastically led the way, introducing Meng Hemian to the living room, the kitchen, and the room that had been kept and prepared specifically for her.

Meng Hemian didn’t speak; she just looked, matching her memories with reality.

In the living room, her grandmother’s favorite rocking chair was still by the window. On the distant TV cabinet, there was a photo frame. A beaming Wen Shuyao was hugging the equally cheerful Grandma Meng, flashing a dorky “V” sign at the camera.

She stared at it for a while, pursed her lips, and found it even harder to smile. She had cared too little for her grandmother, she didn’t even know the old woman had rented out the house.

After seeing the rooms, the next stop was the garden.

The yard had a damp smell of earth. Rose vines climbed boldly onto the porch, and flower buds flaunted themselves right before Meng Hemian’s eyes.

Meng Hemian asked casually, “Do you take care of all these flowers by yourself?”

“Yes, I really like eat…” Halfway through, Wen Shuyao bit her lip and quickly corrected herself: “Growing flowers.”

When she got nervous, she liked to grab onto something. In the short half-hour since meeting Meng Hemian, her maid dress had already been crumpled into folds.

Meng Hemian noticed and found it strange. Why was Wen Shuyao so apprehensive, nervous enough to make a slip of the tongue? Was it because her own expression was too cold?

But Meng Hemian wasn’t good at easing the atmosphere. She couldn’t think of any topics, so she could only walk in silence, giving dry “Mhm” responses.

Until she saw the rabbit pen deep in the garden.

It was a small enclosed area of open ground, partitioned with bamboo fences. Over a dozen rabbits of different colors and sizes were nestled in their respective territories, either sleeping or slowly chewing on a piece of dry hay. Each one had soft fur, looking like breathing marshmallows.

Wen Shuyao followed with the introduction: “These are the rabbits Grandma used to keep.”

She leaned over to pick one up, cradling it in her arms. The little white rabbit didn’t struggle at all, obediently propping up its ears and allowing itself to be petted.

Few people could refuse such a cute animal, but Meng Hemian kept her eyelids low, appearing unmoved.

Wen Shuyao tightened her arms. Her heart was beating out of her chest, but only the little rabbit in her arms could feel her tension.

Does Meng Hemian not like rabbits?

She racked her brain to compensate for the little rabbits: “They are all very good bunnies. They don’t dig holes randomly, they are clean, and they eat very little.”

Especially that last point, it was a particularly good quality.

However, Meng Hemian just studied them for a moment and looked over calmly: “Which one is the rabbit I’m supposed to inherit?”

“Eh? Inherit what?”

It was too sudden. Wen Shuyao was slightly stunned, her expression identical to the white rabbit in her arms, both looked dazed and silly. Her eyes flickered as she hurriedly put the rabbit down. With her head lowered, her previous tension did not dissipate instead, it intensified until her earlobes turned red.

“Sorry… I’m not quite sure.”

It was an expected answer. The furrow in Meng Hemian’s brow smoothed out instantly. Since it was her grandmother’s will, it was normal for Wen Shuyao not to know.

She didn’t take it to heart: “It’s fine, don’t worry about it if you don’t know.”

But she couldn’t inherit all the rabbits here. she would have to inquire elsewhere or just pick one she liked to take home.

The wind blew through the flower-filled yard, feeling slightly sultry. Meng Hemian looked up at the sky in just one hour, the weather had turned dark. Heavy clouds gathered and piled up, seemingly brewing a rain that would wash over everything.

“Let’s go back. Thank you for your help today,” she said finally.

Dinner was a four course meal with soup made by Wen Shuyao.

They were very homely dishes, but the bok choy was bright, the chicken soup was clear, and the shredded pork with green peppers had a rich sauce that went well with rice. In Meng Hemian’s eyes, it far exceeded the quality of her usual takeout.

No one spoke during the meal. When Meng Hemian put down her chopsticks and looked up, Wen Shuyao had also just finished her last bite with restraint.

“I’ll clean up,” Meng Hemian offered.

She couldn’t comfortably enjoy someone else’s labor. She even firmly refused when Wen Shuyao tried to help.

Cleaning the dishes didn’t take much time. Afterward, Meng Hemian leaned against the kitchen door and called Wan Xianyu.

It was rare for her to reach out first, so the other side picked up very quickly. Student Wan let out a snicker the moment she answered, as if she couldn’t wait to be obnoxious.

Meng Hemian pressed down the corners of her mouth and said slowly, “You wanted to see me make a fool of myself, so you intentionally didn’t say anything?”

Wan Xianyu replied with a lingering laugh, sounding casual: “Say what? Forget it. You haven’t been back to your hometown in years, and when you call, you only ask if everyone’s healthy. Why should I have said anything?”

A flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the window, followed by raindrops hitting the glass heavily with a pitter-patter sound. It was a long premeditated rainstorm.

Meng Hemian couldn’t think of a rebuttal.

Her silence spurred Wan Xianyu on: “In order to host you, Xiao Yao specifically took half a day off to come back and cook. She has no parents, and she earns all her living expenses herself. Don’t be hard on her, you wooden block.”

Just by the tone, Meng Hemian knew her friend’s loyalty was completely elsewhere.

Meng Hemian said coldly: “Oh.”

“I really can’t do anything with you!” Wan Xianyu said exasperatedly. “I have something to talk to you about tomorrow. We’ll talk then.”

“Mhm.” Still just one short word.

Ignoring Wan Xianyu’s frantic remarks, Meng Hemian simply hung up the phone, preparing to take a bath.

The rain was getting heavier. A pale bolt of lightning sliced through the sky, followed by a low rumble of thunder that moved from far to near. In an instant, the thunder sounded like silk being torn, suddenly exploding by her ear.

Meng Hemian pushed the door open and saw Wen Shuyao immediately.

She had changed into a pink nightgown. Her shoulders were slightly hunched, and she was frozen by the stairs, her face turned pale by the lightning.

“What are you doing here?” Meng Hemian asked.

Wen Shuyao turned her head as stiffly as a jammed wooden puppet, her eyes slightly moist.

“The rain is too heavy… I-I wanted to go check on the rabbits.”

Another crack of thunder went off, and the wind rattled the old wooden windows loudly. Wen Shuyao instinctively closed her eyes and ducked, trying her best to hide against the wall. Clearly terrified, she still wouldn’t let go of the raincoat she was holding.

Meng Hemian stepped forward and pulled the raincoat from Wen Shuyao’s hand without much effort.

“I’ll go.”

While the girl was dazed, Meng Hemian had already slipped her arms into the sleeves of the raincoat, determined to repay the favor of her making the bed and cooking dinner.

Just as she was putting on the raincoat, the light above her head flickered, and a sizzle of electric current sparked..

Without giving anyone time to react, the entire villa was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Wen Shuyao’s exclamation reached her ears.

There was no other light source around, and her eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the thick darkness; she couldn’t see anything.

“Did a fuse blow?”

Before Meng Hemian could finish her sentence, her heart suddenly skipped a beat. Another gust of wind passed, accompanied by a sharp cracking sound. The long neglected window latch finally gave way and snapped.

The curtains were blown high by the wind, and rain poured into the room without any obstruction.

In the instant the lightning illuminated the surroundings, Meng Hemian saw half of the wooden window tilting toward her…

Survival instinct kicked in to the maximum. However, she had only taken half a step back when she was tackled by something much faster.

The force of the collision was startling. Meng Hemian felt as if she had been attacked by a large dog.

The moment she was tackled to the ground, she instinctively used her elbows to brace herself and maintain balance. Fortunately, there was a carpet on the floor, so it didn’t hurt too much.

After she fell, the window slammed into the cabinet with a “bang.” Glass flew everywhere, and the sharp sound of shattering coincided with the roar of thunder.

Meng Hemian struggled to open her eyes through the rain splashing on her face. She saw a figure in front of her cowering while trying to get up off her.

Wen Shuyao’s voice was strained: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

At that moment, Meng Hemian didn’t have time for other thoughts. She reached out and grabbed the slender shoulders, pressing the person back down.

“Don’t move.”