Meng Xinian looked at her with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, and said, "What do you think, would they believe me if I told them I was bitten by a stray cat?"
Chiang Xiao broke into a sweat again.
What exactly was he implying with that statement, that expression, and those eyes?
Was he saying she was the stray cat?
"It certainly wasn’t me who bit you, and you’re really immature, taking your anger out on a chair!" She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, "And besides, you’re so violent, will you be abusive in the future?"
"What do you mean by abusive?"
"It means beating your wife."
Meng Xinian stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her, feeling the issue was serious and that he had to explain it clearly.
"If I don’t take my anger out on the chair but on you instead, that would be called abuse. Have I laid a finger on you now?"
"Even though you haven’t touched me now, being so fierce proves that you have a temper that’s hard to control."
"Don’t worry, if something happens again, I’ll go after Zhao Erleng, that wouldn’t count as domestic violence, right? After all, he’s a stranger."
Zhao Xin, who was in the barracks, suddenly felt a chill down his back.
What happened? Was he coming down with a cold?
"With a temper like yours, it’s just not okay, you see, you damage things and even hurt yourself." Chiang Xiao got somewhat angry looking at his hand.
Meng Xinian took a deep breath.
"Otherwise, it’s unbearable inside." He pointed to his heart, "Really, it’s particularly uncomfortable."
Chiang Xiao’s face heated up, unsure of what to say back.
Anyway, it felt like whatever she’d say would be wrong.
Meng Xinian gazed at her deeply, his stare making Chiang Xiao’s eyes drift, the intensity overwhelming, making it impossible for her to bear.
"Meng Xinian, have you seen enough?" She stomped her foot, completely oblivious to the girlish gesture she just displayed.
Meng Xinian didn’t respond but just let out a long sigh.
Chiang Xiao’s heart hung in limbo, confused by his sigh, totally clueless about what he meant.
"Huh?" She looked up at him in a daze.
Meng Xinian felt there were too many words in his heart he wanted to express, not knowing where to start, and finally, helplessly, he reached out and vigorously ruffled her hair, "When will you ever grow up?"
How was she supposed to respond to that, how!
And besides, Tyrant Meng, you’re going to make me think that you’ve really fallen for me!
Chiang Xiao felt complicated inside.
Meng Xinian let out another sigh, looking at her slender figure and surreptitiously wiped a tear for himself, feeling as if the years were endless indeed.
"Let’s go, I’m going to call your grandparents."
Kuang Yunxian sat in the teahouse waiting for Chiang Xiao, he ordered a pot of Bi Luo Chun, watching the steam rise from the tea, and couldn’t help but think about what response the spiritually energetic girl would have after hearing what he had to say to her later.
He arrived a bit early.
When the time was almost up, Chiang Xiao arrived.
Seeing Meng Xinian walking by her side, Kuang Yunxian couldn’t help but smile slightly, stood up, and said to Meng Xinian, "It seems you found Xiao Chiang first. I was just thinking, if I told you tonight that I met with Xiao Chiang first, I wonder if you’d get jealous."
Meng Xinian glanced at Chiang Xiao.
That couldn’t be. He simply thought that everything had to be sorted out in terms of closeness and distance, after all, his status was that of her fiancé, and it was only right for him to see her first. If Chiang Xiao had seen Kuang Yunxian first, then indeed, a lesson was due.