My Sweet And Submissive Bunny Won't Stop Being Clingy - Chapter 25

After spending a few more days mulling things over slowly, Wen Shuyao still hadn’t made up her mind when she first heard the news of Grandma Wan’s passing from Meng Hemian.

Following her last wishes, the funeral was kept simple, with only a single wisteria plant from the courtyard needing to be transplanted beside her tombstone.

Wen Shuyao had only met the elderly woman once, but that didn’t stop her from feeling sorrowful. She spent most of the afternoon with a fallen face, listless in everything she did.

It wasn’t until Meng Hemian told her: “She left without lingering attachments, very peacefully. Besides, she’s going below to reunite with a past love, it’s a fulfillment of sorts.”

Though Wen Shuyao had previously claimed to be a firm materialist, that didn’t count for much at this moment.

Past lives, old stories, spiritual fulfillment… Meng Hemian was remarkably good at coaxing the little rabbit with these tales.

Only then did Wen Shuyao feel a bit better.

She didn’t know why her emotions were so unstable lately, fluctuating wildly and prone to sadness.

Meng Hemian added: “I’m going over to help Wan Xianyu later. Don’t wait up for me for dinner.”

“Okay, I need to go out for a bit too.”

Wen Shuyao nodded obediently, watching Meng Hemian head upstairs. The moment she heard the door click shut, she instantly transformed into a little rabbit and began racing around the living room to vent her emotions.

There was nothing better for soothing the soul than a little harmless destruction, especially after holding it in for several days.

Meng Hemian hasn’t left the house at all lately!

The pale yellow “bread roll” zoomed around the carpet three times, made a sharp braking turn to hop onto the sofa, and then bounced onto the coffee table.

The little rabbit sniffed around.

What’s this? An apple Meng Hemian bought!

Crunch.

A pair of tiny tooth marks appeared on the smooth skin of the apple.

What’s this? Meng Hemian’s neatly folded coat.

Scratch, scratch.

She pressed her whole body onto it, paws digging like she was carving wood, leaving the clothes a wrinkled mess.

What’s this? The bag Meng Hemian uses!

Jump.

The little rabbit dove into the cloth bag, burying herself at the very bottom. Surrounded by the familiar scent of her human, she let out a yawn and squinted her eyes, seemingly about to fall asleep.

A short while later, she heard Meng Hemian’s voice from outside: “Has Yaoyao already left?”

Immediately, the bag shook. It was clear Meng Hemian had picked it up, ready to depart.

The little rabbit remained motionless. After all, in her mind, it was only right to keep track of her human’s itinerary!

The “mount” swayed for a long time before finally coming to a halt in a noisy, crowded market.

She twitched her ears, hearing the shouts of drinking games and the clatter of serving dishes, it seemed to be some sort of open-air food stall.

Then came Meng Hemian’s puzzled murmur: “Why does this bag feel a bit heavier?”

“You probably haven’t exercised in too long,” Wan Xianyu mocked mercilessly.

Meng Hemian glanced at her sideways and opened a bottle of beer, pouring it into a glass.

When the two glasses clinked, the little rabbit became alert. Meng Hemian said she was “helping,” but she was actually drinking!

Was she an unreasonable little rabbit? It wasn’t that she wouldn’t allow it, unless Meng Hemian had some other “un-rabbit acceptable” motive.

Wan Xianyu drained her glass in one go, her eyes becoming misty and unfocused.

Half-sighing and half-joking, she said, “You really do know me best, coming to drink with me.”

She babbled on about old times, and the empty bottles beneath the table grew in number as the alcohol went to her head.

Eventually, her eyes reddened, yet she still forced a smile: “Losing a relative really feels terrible. No wonder you went around with a long face every day when your grandmother passed.”

Meng Hemian didn’t speak, simply listening quietly.

Finally, Wan Xianyu shifted the topic and asked, “How’s the preparation for your grandmother’s shop going?”

“Not great. I ran into a ‘ghost’ on the street. He asked if I intended to settle down in Jianglou and said he wanted to celebrate my birthday in three days.”

Wan Xianyu clapped her hands loudly, wishing she could photograph Meng Hemian’s current icy expression.

Yet her own tone was just as biting: “Celebrate your birthday? He’s got some nerve.”

Wen Shuyao had never heard the two of them use such cynical tones before and couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person could make them both so hateful.

And, is Meng Hemian’s birthday coming up?

Most demons from “wild” backgrounds like hers didn’t have birthdays, but she knew this day was very important to humans.

Wan Xianyu suddenly slapped the table, causing some beer to spill: “Wait, he won’t show up at your shop, will he?”

“You’re only considering that now?” Meng Hemian’s face was expressionless.

The primary reason she had been hesitating was that the person she least wanted to see was in Jianglou.

Feeling guilty, Wan Xianyu penalized herself with another drink.

She rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. “I was just worried about your health. You’re at such a prime age, yet your physical exam report is full of red flags. A person can’t stay wound tight forever.”

Wen Shuyao agreed deeply. Exactly, exactly!

Meng Hemian continued: “He can’t bring himself to lose face by coming to find me.”

“Good then.”

Wan Xianyu was about to clink glasses again when she heard the second half of the sentence.

“But he said he would return my mother’s jade bracelet to me at the birthday banquet.”

Now, the extended glass was stuck. Wan Xianyu looked at Meng Hemian’s expression and sensed she didn’t really want to drink either.

So, she diverted the glass back to her own mouth.

She swirled the remaining liquid: “Didn’t they say that bracelet was broken? How is there still one?”

“It was originally a pair.”

Wan Xianyu knew her childhood friend’s temper well, she appeared calm and self-possessed, but if someone stepped on her bottom line, she would explode without any room for compromise.

Yet she also knew how important that bracelet was to Meng Hemian.

She racked her brain for a solution: “Maybe try to find a way to repair the broken one? It’s your mother’s only memento after all.”

Meng Hemian’s expression was terrible; her eyes were dark, reflecting no light.

“He threw it in his courtyard. Wouldn’t I have to go back to get it?”

Wan Xianyu replied instantly: “Then forget it.”

She poured more for herself and for Meng Hemian: “Better not to go. Out of sight, out of mind.”

Hearing more glass clinking and bottle caps popping, Wen Shuyao was anxious. She desperately wanted to turn back into a human.

Stop drinking! How much have you two had!

Fortunately, as if the heavens had heard her, heavy rain clouds gathered in an instant. With a gust of wind, pea-sized raindrops began to fall.

Seeing that the stall’s canopy was about to give way, Wan Xianyu sighed.

“The weather has been so weird lately, raining every few days. Is it the end of the world?”

Meng Hemian reached for her bag.

Seeing this, Wan Xianyu took a final gulp of wine and teased, “Planning to walk home in the rain again?”

Unexpectedly, Meng Hemian didn’t head into the rain with her usual indifference.

Instead, she firmly denied it: “No, I’m waiting for Yaoyao to pick me up.”

As she spoke, she opened her bag to reach for her phone.

Wan Xianyu couldn’t help but sound “salty”: “Tsk, tsk. Listen to that. Is that how a human talks?”

However, she saw Meng Hemian freeze, her face displaying a rare, indescribable expression.

In the moment she locked eyes with the little rabbit, Meng Hemian fell into a brief silence.

Why… is Yaoyao in my bag?

Wen Shuyao buried her head in her paws, looking extremely embarrassed. She reflected: she hadn’t realized her instincts were so powerful. Next time, I must endure. No more turning into a rabbit.

Meng Hemian blankly pulled out her phone and started dialing.

Of course, the call didn’t go through. She lowered her lashes and said nonchalantly, “Yaoyao might be busy. I’ll just call a car.”

But Wan Xianyu caught sight of a pair of short ears.

“What is that furry thing in your bag?” she questioned shrilly. “Meng Hemian, you’re a grown-up and you carry plushies? Let me touch it!”

Meng Hemian thought she was being childish: “No.”

Since she was already exposed, the little rabbit pressed her ears together and poked her head out of the bag.

She stared at the bottles on and under the table, condemning them in her heart. How could they drink so much!

“Whoa, it’s alive!”

Seeing a little rabbit that looked like a 1:1 replica of a plush toy for the first time, Wan Xianyu’s eyes crinkled with joy: “Bunny-wunny, come let auntie give you a kiss~”

“Get away,” Meng Hemian dodged in disgust.

I haven’t even kissed her yet, why should you?

Wait… why was she even comparing things in such a strange way…

Meng Hemian called an e-hailing car, impatiently brushing off Wan Xianyu while they waited.

“It’s my pet rabbit. You can’t touch her, let alone kiss her. Not even half a touch.”

Wan Xianyu wheedled for a long time, but until the car arrived, she could only watch as the little rabbit was firmly guarded by Meng Hemian, who wouldn’t let her touch a single hair.

She snorted: “Hmph, stingy.”

Meng Hemian got into the car holding the bag with the rabbit, her expression cold. She didn’t care about the petty remarks, no one was touching her “bread roll”!

The car only drove to the front door. Meng Hemian zipped the bag, jogged into the house, and inevitably got her clothes wet.

She placed the bag in the entryway, checked that the rabbit wasn’t wet, and then went to shower and change.

Wen Shuyao took the opportunity to turn back into a human, even wetting an umbrella to pretend she had just returned from outside.

She even praised herself for her attention to detail, never wondering why Meng Hemian hadn’t put her in the rabbit hutch but brought her directly into the house.

The proud little rabbit hid in her room and called Tu Shanxiu: “Sister Xiu, can you help me with a divination?”

The voice on the other end sounded a bit lazy: “What are we calculating?”

“Finding an object.”

“Oh?” Tu Shanxiu was instantly intrigued. Wen Shuyao rarely asked for divinations, it was usually just questions about humans.

The last time she cast a hex was to solve Wen Shuyao’s lightning tribulation. If she was suddenly looking for an object, was it something urgent?

Wen Shuyao frowned, describing what she had heard today as detailedly as possible.

“A pair of jade bracelets. What I want to find is the broken one. It should be broken in… the courtyard of a certain household. It’s a memento of Meng Hemian’s mother.”

She had overheard it and kept it in mind, thinking if it was possible to find it and give it to Meng Hemian as a birthday gift.

“Oh~” Tu Shanxiu understood instantly, casually looking at the new crimson polish on her nails.

“I can calculate it, but how are you going to explain the origin of this thing to Meng Hemian?”

Wen Shuyao froze, subconsciously biting her lip: “I… I…”

She hadn’t considered that. Finding a long-lost item was beyond human capability, and besides, she could never explain how she knew about it in the first place.

Tu Shanxiu was surprised: “No way? You still haven’t come clean?”

She was truly shocked. The “medicine” had been administered for so long, and Meng Hemian had no reaction at all? Really?

Was Meng Hemian trying to play dumb? Then she’d have to “invite” her over for a cup of tea.

Meanwhile, outside the back kitchen of the Cat Cafe.

Wan Xianyu hadn’t gone home; she had changed locations to continue drinking.

Although she didn’t know why this cat café served sweet osmanthus wine, Wan Xianyu didn’t care, she just drank.

She raised her glass to the white cat licking its paws in front of her. The flush spread from her cheeks to the corners of her eyes; she looked like a thoroughly ripened drunkard.

The drunkard drawled: “It’s so ridiculous.”

The white cat tilted its head and let out a dainty “Meow.”

The drunkard covered her face: “My poor friend… her family wants to celebrate her birthday on the anniversary of her mother’s death. What kind of mess is that? Isn’t that just pure suffering?”

The white cat flicked its tail: “Meow meow~”

Wan Xianyu stared at it for a while, then suddenly giggled: “Hehe, you’re quite the ‘pick me’ cat, aren’t you?”

“You’re the pick me! Your whole family are pick me, meow!” The white cat indignantly gave the human a swat with its paw pad.

How could a cat be a “pick me”? Cats are naturally cute, only humans think cats are faking it!

Cats good, humans bad!