My Sweet And Submissive Bunny Won't Stop Being Clingy - Chapter 26

Wen Shuyao was running out of time.

It had taken Tu Shanxiu nearly half a day just to cast the divination, and by the time the news reached her hands, she realized the location wasn’t close to home at all. It was nearly halfway across the city, a round trip by car would take two hours.

Most importantly, the broken bracelet was indeed inside someone else’s home. Whether as a small rabbit or a human, being caught breaking into a private residence would be terrifying.

But this was the best gift Wen Shuyao could think of, and she had to try for it no matter what. She squeezed every second to draft a plan and even checked the weather forecast: Sunny, with not a cloud in the sky.

Unfortunately, plans rarely keep pace with changes.

She was supposed to set off in the morning, but just as she reached the door, she saw a certain fragile human standing by the dining table, face deathly pale and eyes unfocused.

Wen Shuyao rushed back immediately, stuffing a red bean bun directly into Meng Hemian’s mouth.

The rose scented sweetness of the bean paste melted in her mouth, and a faint trace of color finally returned to Meng Hemian’s face, though it was still far from a healthy standard.

Meng Hemian looked at the incredibly anxious Wen Shuyao in front of her and comforted her in a low voice: “Low blood sugar, it’s no big deal.”

This occasionally happened to her when she didn’t have time for breakfast. At first, when her vision became grainy and her heart started racing, she would calmly think she was about to drop dead. Later, she grew accustomed to it, learning to slowly stagger to a convenience store to buy a piece of chocolate.

Wen Shuyao pressed the back of her hand against the other’s cheek, it was ice-cold. This person really knew how to make her worry!

“You….you…” She began to wonder if the dosage of the medicine was insufficient or if she hadn’t been taking it long enough.

Before she had finished the bun, Meng Hemian emphasized unclearly: “It’s already much better than before.”

Wen Shuyao shook her head: “No, no way. From now on, you must sleep early, wake up early, and eat three meals a day on time. I’ll supervise you!”

As she spoke, she placed a pickled vegetable bun on Meng Hemian’s plate and poured a cup of sweet soy milk.

Meng Hemian moved slowly, as if playing at 0.5x speed: “My daily routine used to be very regular.”

Since coming to Jianglou, she rarely woke up early, and lately, she had been sleeping until she woke up naturally every day of course, she would eat breakfast later.

However, hearing this quibble made Wen Shuyao angry. She knit her brows and questioned: “Are you talking about the kind of ‘regular’ where you sleep at 3:00 AM and wake up at 8:00 AM?”

“…Yes.”

Knowing she was in the wrong, Meng Hemian buried her head in her food.

Wen Shuyao supervised her until she finished breakfast, then stir-fried a few dishes to put in the fridge, sticking notes on them to remind Meng Hemian to eat lunch and dinner on time.

She wished she could turn into a little nag. Only after Meng Hemian promised repeatedly did she finally leave the house.

By now, it was almost noon. Wen Shuyao hurried straight to the villa district in the west of the city.

This place was much more upscale than where Meng Hemian lived; it was a pure wealthy enclave. The houses looked very new, and there were security guards at the gate.

Wen Shuyao found a spot without surveillance, transformed into a small rabbit, and squeezed through a gap in the fence. She ran along the bushes, occasionally stopping to get her bearings, being cautious to the extreme.

After running for a while, she finally squeezed through another iron fence into a private yard and let out a sigh of relief.

It was lucky this family didn’t have a courtyard wall or cameras facing the yard, otherwise, she might have had to dig a hole.

She recalled Tu Shanxiu’s words: “The bracelet broke into three pieces. Two are in the flower bed to the east, and one rolled into a mud pit and was buried by the muddy water.”

Where was the flower bed to the east? Wen Shuyao carefully hid her figure.

“Dad!”

A raspy male voice rang out from behind her. The little rabbit was startled and lunged into the nearby bushes. She tried her best to curl up, using the gaps in the branches to observe the scene outside.

Wen Shuyao saw clearly.

It was a teenage boy, still in the voice-changing phase, with a pair of eyes extremely similar to Meng Hemian’s. Holding a basketball, he lunged excitedly into the arms of another man.

“What birthday gift are you going to give me tomorrow? Tell me in advance!”

A birthday gift? Wen Shuyao froze.

She had wondered many times about the relationship between this family and Meng Hemian. Later, she even learned from Tu Shanxiu that the master of this house was Meng Hemian’s biological father.

But she never expected that Meng Hemian had a younger brother.

“Stop messing around. Where did you play to get so covered in mud? You’ve gotten it all over me again.”

Though the words were a reprimand, the man was clearly doting on him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have let the boy get his suit dirty while rubbing the boy’s head with a face full of indulgence.

He said: “Playing before finishing your homework? Go back and do your homework.”

Naturally, the boy refused: “No, Dad, play ball with me for a bit longer.”

The two talked as they headed toward the community’s ball court, their voices drifting further away until they could no longer be heard.

Wen Shuyao poked her head out and sprinted across the ground, staying low to the flower bed. Sniffing the earth, she vigorously pawed away the accumulated fallen leaves and dirt, unconcerned with how filthy she was getting.

It wasn’t until her paws were so stained they lost their original color that a sliver of white jade was revealed beneath the decaying leaves.

Despite being buried here for years, the white jade showed no signs of staining; it remained warm and flawless, as if it had never experienced being broken.

Wen Shuyao tucked it into the pouch hanging around her neck and continued searching for the next piece.

Suddenly, she felt a profound wave of sadness.

Watching the father and son laughing and playing together with such tender affection made her think of Meng Hemian.

Meng Hemian always seemed to be alone, moving to Jianglou by herself, working in the dead of night when all was silent, and slowly trudging home through torrential rain. Even when burning with a high fever, she would still use a gentle, slow voice to comfort others.

Wen Shuyao brushed aside more leaves, picked up the next piece of jade with her mouth, and placed it in the pouch. She couldn’t help but wish she had met Meng Hemian sooner.

She worked hard to find the final fragment in the mud, not even stopping to shake the dirt out of her ears. The little rabbit’s mind was filled with one thought: Hurry up, get back quickly to keep her company.

As the final piece of jade dropped into the pouch, Wen Shuyao turned and bolted.

The item hanging from her chest didn’t slow the rabbit’s speed at all. Within minutes, she dashed out of the residential area and transformed back into a human. She clutched the pouch hanging around her neck in her palm, as if she could transfer some of her warmth to it.

The sun had been shining brightly when she arrived, but as she left, it had vanished, replaced by an overwhelming expanse of black clouds.

Perhaps because the location was remote and rain was imminent, Wen Shuyao had to wait a long time before she could hail a car. Just as she got in, raindrops began to hammer down, blurring the entire window.

The phone in Wen Shuyao’s bag rang incessantly.

She fumbled to answer it and whispered, “Sister Xiu, is something wrong?”

“Where are you right now?” Tu Shanxiu’s voice had lost its usual laziness, she sounded incredibly serious.

“On my way home…”

Just as the words left her mouth, a bolt of dark red lightning struck in the distance, and the phone connection cut off instantly.

Wen Shuyao frowned, there wasn’t even half a bar of signal left.

Even the driver gasped, “That lightning is terrifying! Young lady, I might have to drive a bit slower.”

“It’s okay, no rush,” Wen Shuyao said repeatedly.

She huddled in the back seat, clutching the pouch tightly. The shape of the jade was almost imprinted into her palm.

The car drove through the heavy rain for dozens of minutes, but its speed gradually decreased until it couldn’t move at all.

CRACK….

The sound of thunder was like tearing silk, exploding right next to Wen Shuyao’s ear.

She finally flinched, an inexplicable panic rising in her heart. Her fear of lightning became almost physical, binding her so tightly she could hardly maintain her human form.

Her voice trembled: “Master, what’s happening up ahead?”

The rain was pouring so hard that the wipers were moving in a blur, yet the road ahead remained invisible.

The driver sighed: “The rain is too heavy, the underpass seems to be flooded. Miss, your destination is still a few hundred meters away. How about getting off here?”

Wen Shuyao had bitten a faint mark into her lip as she looked out the window in terror.

It was a horrific sight that only a demon could see.

Electric light was weaving a web from the distance, illuminating the world. If the one trapped within could not break through the net, their soul would surely be scattered.

This wasn’t a normal thunderstorm.

This was her Tribulation.

“Our city is experiencing severe convective weather today with frequent thunderstorms. Citizens are advised to stay indoors…”

Meng Hemian looked at the sky outside and swiped away the notification on her phone.

It was strange. Why wasn’t Wen Shuyao home yet? She was clearly terrified of thunder. Her phone wouldn’t go through, either.

She lowered her eyes in thought for a moment, then went to find a raincoat. In this kind of weather, umbrellas were practically useless.

As for where to look, Meng Hemian had her theories.

Xiao Yao usually didn’t mention other friends. The places she frequented most, besides home, was that cat cafe.

Naturally, there was no one on the streets in such a violent storm. While Meng Hemian appeared calm and indifferent on the surface, her pace was actually very hurried, and she didn’t care when she stepped into a puddle.

The lights outside the cat cafe were dimmed by the drenching rain, and inside, the cafe was in total chaos.

Before Meng Hemian even entered, she heard Tu Shanxiu shouting: “Don’t pull on my sleeve! How am I supposed to cast a divination if you do that!”

Followed by a high-pitched, delicate voice: “I’m worried to death, meow!”

Meng Hemian paused for a second, then pushed the door open without knocking.

The heavy rain and cold wind rushed into the shop, quickly soaking the floor behind the door.

The newcomer pulled back the hood of her raincoat. Droplets of water rolled down her hair and slid along her cheeks. Her expression was blank, radiating a cold detachment that seemed entirely at odds with the storm behind her.

Tu Shanxiu and the white cat turned to look at her simultaneously. It was so sudden they didn’t even have time to fix their expressions. The cat’s face, in particular, was written with shock, its pupils dilated into round circles.

Meng Hemian scanned the room and spoke in a slow, measured tone:

“Have you seen my little rabbit?”

“Or rather… have you seen Wen Shuyao?”