My Sweet And Submissive Bunny Won't Stop Being Clingy - Chapter 24

Meng Hemian stayed up for half the night and slept straight through until the sun was high in the sky. After hurriedly eating a custard bun, she rushed out to various offices to handle some paperwork.

Wen Shuyao seized this exact window of opportunity. Feeling a bit guilty, she slipped up to the second floor and tried to open the door to Meng Hemian’s room.

However, despite twisting the doorknob several times, it didn’t budge, it was locked.

She bit her lip, feeling a sense of relief mixed with an inexplicable touch of disappointment, she couldn’t quite put her finger on the feeling.

Fortunately, she could still use this time gap to transform into a little bunny, rub up against Meng Hemian for some pets, and dispel her suspicions in the process.

Following her routine, Wen Shuyao watered the flowers, did the housework, and hid the groceries she had bought in advance. Then, she squatted on the only stone path in the garden, waiting for Meng Hemian to come home.

The wait lasted a long time. Wen Shuyao became incredibly sleepy, even tucking her paws into her fur.

Thus, the moment Meng Hemian returned home, she saw a round, drowsy “little loaf of bread.”

She locked eyes with the bunny. The latter blinked its dark, moist eyes, let out a yawn, and woke up fully.

As Meng Hemian changed her shoes, the bunny followed her into the house. When she tried to go upstairs, the bunny made a sudden leap, clinging to her trouser leg and stepping on her cotton slippers, refusing to let go.

Out of habit, the bunny spoke: “Hard work today, welcome home!”

Meng Hemian swallowed the words “It wasn’t hard” that were already at the tip of her tongue.

From that adorably proportioned bunny face, she could read Wen Shuyao’s mood: Scoop me up!

What is she doing now?

After a brief internal struggle, Meng Hemian decided to pretend she didn’t understand. With great difficulty, as if dragging a heavy weight, she carried this “attachment” over to the coffee table.

On the table lay a note left by Wen Shuyao: “Out to buy groceries, will be home later. 0v0”

Looking back down, she met a little bunny face that looked exactly like the emoticon on the note.

Her eyelashes fluttered. After tucking the note away, she climbed the stairs slowly, like an old person nearing the end of their days, and returned to her room.

The little bunny began frantically digging at Meng Hemian’s pant cuffs.

She didn’t understand what kind of game Meng Hemian was playing! Why wouldn’t she pick her up?

Seeing her pants about to be shredded, Meng Hemian leaned over expressionlessly and cupped her hands together gently.

She placed the bunny on the desk. Her cautiousness was like she was holding a piece of precious, fragile porcelain, without the slightest hint of impropriety.

The “little loaf” seemed to have gotten a bit fatter, yet Wen Shuyao herself remained so slender.

Meng Hemian made a quiet comparison. Finally, unable to help herself, she poked the bunny’s tail with her fingertip.

A rabbit’s tail is actually curled up, it can be stretched out and is exceptionally fluffy.

The bunny gave a sudden start and turned her head to look at Meng Hemian.

This reaction nearly gave Meng Hemian a cold sweat after all, her behavior felt a bit like a “rogue.”

Even though they had already done everything they should and shouldn’t have done before, still… still…

However, the bunny rubbed her head against Meng Hemian’s finger, already prepared to be petted.

Head first, head first!

Wen Shuyao didn’t need to say a word. Meng Hemian knew exactly what this meant.

With her heart in her throat, she stroked the bunny’s head, carefully avoiding the sensitive ears.

Immediately afterward, she pulled out her chair and opened her laptop, as if she had urgent business to attend to.

Wen Shuyao knew better than to disturb her while she was working.

Sure enough, after this display, the bunny walked to the side with a look of regret and began munching on the fresh Timothy hay Meng Hemian had prepared for her.

The sunlight seemed ready to toast her into a sweet honey cake, soft and fluffy, causing Meng Hemian’s gaze to drift over repeatedly from the corner of her eye.

I want to pet her so much, but I can’t.

After a while, the bunny let out a bored yawn, stretched out into a long “baguette,” and began talking to herself.

“The weather is so nice. I think I’ll go steal one of Meng Hemian’s clothes later.”

Meng Hemian accidentally hit the wrong key.

The bunny tilted her head, observing: “The one she’s wearing today is quite nice.”

Though it wasn’t as breathable as yesterday’s linen, the cotton fabric was very soft.

Meng Hemian’s brain short-circuited. It took a massive effort to keep her face from showing an expression of utter disbelief.

The little bunny mistook this minute of stunned silence for the end of work, thinking it was time to play.

Thinking of the nest she was about to build, the bunny rolled onto her side, exposing her soft, snow white belly.

She decided to be merciful and let the human have a stroke.

However, Meng Hemian looked straight ahead, pretending not to see.

The bunny was puzzled. What’s going on?

She nudged Meng Hemian’s hand with her head. The latter pretended to casually reach for some documents, dodging the touch again.

This wasn’t just any ordinary bunny, this was Wen Shuyao. Stroking her head was one thing, but how could she dare touch her anywhere else?

Meng Hemian sat even more upright, her entire body tense. It was like walking a tightrope, the slightest slip would plunge her into an “irreparable” situation.

The bunny, meanwhile, grew increasingly agitated.

Her instincts told her that the human’s attention would help her get through her pregnancy more easily. But given the current situation, she couldn’t gauge Meng Hemian’s attitude.

What’s with that expression, Meng Hemian? No time? Well, I’m going to force the issue!

She went in directly with her mouth, tugging at Meng Hemian’s sleeve, forcing Meng Hemian to look at her.

The yellow furred bunny stomped her paws on the desk with a series of thumps. She looked very angry.

Meng Hemian: “…”

She was at a loss, unsure whether to pet her or not. Did the habits of spirits differ from those of humans?

This time, when the bunny lay down, Meng Hemian cautiously placed her hand over her, but didn’t dare move it.

It was very warm. She could feel a rounded shape, perhaps she had eaten too much.

After just a second, Meng Hemian withdrew her hand and continued typing on the keyboard, looking as busy as could be.

However, the bunny grabbed Meng Hemian’s arm with both paws, leaned in, and rubbed her head against it.

She sighed with total satisfaction: “I like Meng Hemian so much!”

Meng Hemian’s hand grew heavy, and a long string of exclamation marks suddenly appeared on the screen, mirroring her current state of mind.

She heard her own heart racing so fast that the blood rushed straight to her head, leaving her nearly unable to think.

Meng Hemian didn’t need to look to know how burning hot her face was right now.

She stood up abruptly and practically sprinted toward the bathroom in three large strides, nearly tripping over the table along the way.

With a loud bang, the bathroom door slammed shut, followed by the sound of rushing water.

What is wrong with Meng Hemian today? The little bunny was also utterly perplexed.

However, this was a golden opportunity!

She swiftly transformed back into her human form and crept toward the wardrobe on tiptoe.

Time was of the essence. She didn’t have time to look carefully,  she simply grabbed a grey long-sleeved shirt that was pressed at the very bottom of a stack.

Then she hurried back out. It wasn’t until she reached her own room and turned the lock that her heart finally began to settle from the lingering fear.

Wen Shuyao clutched the clothes, panting, her earlobes so red they looked ready to drip blood.

As her memories flooded back, everything that had just happened felt like a dream. She covered her face as if waking up from a trance, unable to believe what she had just done.

“Ugh…”

“What have I done…”

Why did her instincts have such a powerful influence over her?

In a panic, she stuffed Meng Hemian’s shirt under her pillow, patting it down a few times as if trying to soothe the pillow’s “emotions.”

Thank goodness, thank goodness Meng Hemian doesn’t know my true identity, or I’d never be able to show my face again!

The most terrifying part was that even at this stage, she had absolutely no intention of returning the clothes.

She even reached out to touch them once more just to confirm they were real.

Click.

Wen Shuyao’s keen ears picked up the sound of the door opening next door.

She poked her head out to peek and, sure enough, it was Meng Hemian.

The woman had clearly just washed her face. The strands of hair near her temples were damp, and there were small water spots on her collar.

Her eyes were downcast, and Wen Shuyao couldn’t quite read the emotions within them.

The moment Wen Shuyao saw Meng Hemian, the other woman noticed her too.

“Uh…” Meng Hemian’s gaze drifted, and she rubbed the bridge of her nose. “You’re back already? Take a rest; there’s no rush for dinner.”

“Oh, okay.”

Wen Shuyao was also feeling incredibly guilty. Unsure of what else to do, she followed Meng Hemian downstairs like a fool.

The setting sun cast a warm glow. The summer evening breeze had cleared their heads significantly, especially Meng Hemian’s.

She loosened her collar, let out a breath, and glanced at the unusually quiet Wen Shuyao beside her.

Perhaps this little bunny spirit only looked well-behaved, but in reality, she was a little “pervert” who stole clothes.

Because the original plan was only for a short stay, Meng Hemian hadn’t brought many spring clothes back; it was obvious at a glance if something was missing.

Meng Hemian sat down on the sofa and rubbed her brow with a slight headache before continuing: “Do you have any thoughts regarding the pastries we’ll be selling in the shop?”

Wen Shuyao hadn’t yet pulled herself out of her previous emotional state and was a bit dazed.

“Eh? I can give suggestions?”

Meng Hemian nodded. “Yes. In terms of craftsmanship, you’re much better than I am, and you’re very familiar with Jianglou. I wanted to ask for your opinion.”

“If possible,” she added with a more solemn tone, “I’d even like to ask you to help out. We can discuss the salary.”

This wasn’t some spur of the moment decision. She lacked sufficient knowledge of culinary skills and the market; she needed the advice of a professional.

So, long before today, she had already intended to invite Wen Shuyao.

Even after that “accident” just now, she hadn’t changed her mind.

She didn’t know if she was being excessively calm or if she had some ulterior motive.

But the thought of partnering with Wen Shuyao made her feel happy, even the complicated paperwork didn’t seem like a problem anymore.

After hearing this, Wen Shuyao felt a bit uneasy and lowered her head. “But… I only know how to make pastries. I don’t understand anything about finances or promotion.”

She hadn’t even had a formal education, her literacy was taught to her by Sister Xiu, and her understanding of the rules of human society was only skin-deep.

She was terrified of failing Meng Hemian’s expectations.

This time, Meng Hemian didn’t avoid eye contact; her expression was earnest.

“You don’t need all that, and there’s no need to belittle yourself. The Poria and Osmanthus cake you make is the best I’ve ever tasted.”

Her voice was never rushed, yet it held a certain power that made one unconsciously want to believe her.

Wen Shuyao was so conflicted she wanted to nibble on her hand. “I’ll… I’ll think about it some more.”

“Alright,” Meng Hemian added. “There’s no need to rush into a decision.”

She blinked, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she joked at her own expense: “After all, for the time being, I can’t find anyone more suitable than you.”

Wen Shuyao was momentarily dazzled by that smile.

She stammered her agreement and then fled back to her room, throwing herself onto the bed.

A corner of the soft clothing peeked out from under the pillow. Wen Shuyao hurriedly pulled the pillow down, trying to play the ostrich and hide from reality.

She hadn’t decided yet whether to partner with Meng Hemian to open the shop. Her situation was too complicated and required careful consideration.

But… she really did like Meng Hemian a little bit.