Chiang Xiao instantly felt a bit scared and rubbed her nose with her head down, "Well, actually, I did write a letter, just never sent it in the end."
"How many did you write?"
"Did you bring them with you?"
At her hesitation, Meng Xinian immediately understood, "Go get them, right now."
Chiang Xiao was almost mechanical in her actions, standing up and walking out upon command.
As soon as she left, Meng Xinian raised his right hand, the wound she had bandaged felt cool and surprisingly painless since the application of the herbal mud.
This fresh herbal mud, why does it feel like it was just freshly pounded?
Moreover, he remembered helping carry all the luggage that Chiang Songhai and Ge Liutao had with them to Room 313. Chiang Xiao’s backpack...
Was still here with him.
When he pulled her over, he saw her backpack was heavy, so he took it off by reflex, throwing it on the ground as soon as they entered the room.
If she went to Room 313 for the herbal mud, wouldn’t her grandparents ask what it was for? If they knew it was for his injured hand, with their personalities, wouldn’t they be very anxious and follow her here?
But if she didn’t go to Room 313 for the medicine, where did she get it?
The medicine is one thing, but what about the letters? Were they also in her grandparents’ luggage?
Chiang Xiao handed him the letters and only realized this problem afterward, and was immediately dumbfounded.
She had been so focused on not letting him down because she knew she had misunderstood Meng Xinian and felt guilty about his injured hand that she didn’t realize until the end that this was a big deal!
But Meng Xinian seemed calm, as if he hadn’t noticed anything amiss.
Chiang Xiao stealthily glanced at him with her eyes. Seeing that he really didn’t show any signs of abnormality and didn’t exhibit any suspicion towards her, she relaxed a bit inside.
Maybe the pain from his wound was distracting him, making him less sharp than usual, right?
That’s all she could do to comfort herself, anyway.
Seeing the thickness of at least three or four pages in each of the two letters she handed over, Meng Xinian felt a bit better inside.
"From now on, no matter what you hear from anyone, don’t believe it, don’t let your thoughts run wild, and come to me to verify first, understand?" he looked at her.
This time, because of Zhao Erleng and Foolish Hu, he had suffered for no reason.
This girl was also foolish, foolish beyond belief.
The frustration that had been pressing on his heart for over a month finally dissipated completely when he got the letters.
Meng Xinian put the letters away, stuffing them into his trouser pocket and stood up, telling her, "Let’s go. We can settle this account slowly when we have time."
Chiang Xiao was stunned, "Go?"
"Didn’t you make an appointment with Brother Yun Xian? Let’s call the grandparents and go out together."
"Take the grandparents to meet Brother Kuang?"
"We need to eat, right? You won the first prize in the competition, so you’re treating tonight; might as well invite Brother Yun Xian too." He raised his eyebrows, "Or are you reluctant to treat?"
How could she possibly be reluctant to treat?
A prize of fifteen hundred yuan, it’s only right to treat.
But glancing at his hand, "Then what about this? And later, if they ask, what will you say?" Previously, he hadn’t been injured yet.