"Ah? Yes, slept," Chiang Xiao hastily replied, suddenly thinking if he knew she hadn’t slept all night, would he suspect how much she cared about what happened last night? She quickly agreed.
The corner of Meng Xinian’s mouth twitched as he touched both seats of the sofa chairs before turning to look at Chiang Xiao and asking, "Where did you sleep?"
"Chiang Xiaoxiao, do you know what I do for a living?" Meng Xinian walked closer to her, glanced at the bed again, and said, "Go roll on it now, then tidy it up into its current state for me to see."
Did she think he was a fool? The place where she would stay, obviously, he had noted every detail before entering yesterday, the bedding was just as it is now, even the fold in the blanket was the same as he saw yesterday.
To say she slept in the bed, he might as well return all the years of his training to the army.
Chiang Xiao suddenly felt frustrated, Tyrant Meng, do you have to be so sharp-eyed?
"I sat in the chair all night..." Before she could finish speaking, she remembered his gesture of touching the chairs earlier, and suddenly, she couldn’t utter the rest of her sentence as it was stuck in her throat.
Looking up, she saw him raising an eyebrow at her, his expression seemingly mocking, "Go on, continue making it up."
Chiang Xiao, feeling cornered and unable to rationalize her story, couldn’t help becoming angry and raised her voice, "Tyrant Meng, you promised you wouldn’t ask anything!"
Meng Xinian immediately responded, "The premise of my statement was that you would come clean to me when we get married."
"Then let’s wait until we’re married to talk about it!" Chiang Xiao blurted out.
"Hmm, that’s a promise from you, wait until you’re eighteen, I will file the marriage report, and once it’s approved, you will tell me everything," Meng Xinian nodded in affirmation.
Chiang Xiao was dumbstruck.
Things didn’t seem to go this way, did they?
Meng Xinian tapped her head, saying, "I don’t understand what’s going on in your little brain all the time, so you better stop thinking about it and leave it to me. From now on, regarding matters between us, whatever I say, you do it."
"Because I’m older than you! You," he pointed at her forehead with his index finger, his tone leaving no room for rebuttal, "follow the order! Now, turn around, march, you have three minutes to wash up, then come out for breakfast!"
Chiang Xiao actually followed each instruction naively, one move at a time.
Watching her enter the restroom, a glint flashed in Meng Xinian’s dark eyes.
Yes, he seems to have found a way to handle Chiang Xiaoxiao.
That morning, Chiang Xiao spent her time reading books in her room. The rain kept falling, and she was too lazy to go out. At noon, Meng Xinian went out to make a phone call back to Xinying District. Sure enough, there was a message from Hu Xibing, so he called back using the number left by him.
On his return, he also packed lunch for Chiang Xiao. As he knocked on the door holding the lunchbox, he suddenly felt as if he was pampering a daughter and couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle.
"Has Brother Hu already gone to the tea garden?" Chiang Xiao’s heart stirred after hearing his words, "Did you get the address clearly?"
"Hmm, want to go? It’s a bit far, a forty-minute car ride." Meng Xinian handed her the chopsticks, "Eat, it’s old-fashioned cured meat rice from the provincial city."
Chiang Xiao had just taken the chopsticks when she saw him take a few pieces of cured meat from his own bowl for her.
"Eat more meat, grow faster," Meng Xinian glanced at her, sighing in his heart once more. When would she ever grow up?