Chiang Xiao felt that she might have thought too much and overestimated the effect of the Calming Talisman Figure.
But she still felt from the bottom of her heart that this Calming Talisman Figure was not suitable for him.
However, before she could say anything, Ge Liutao betrayed her again.
"This cup, Little drew it himself, one for each of us, you can’t find it outside." Ge Liutao proudly lifted the cup up to Meng Xinian’s view, "And I must say, I think what Little drew is very pretty."
Chiang Xiao wanted to cry but had no tears to shed.
Grandma, you can’t be this treacherous to your own granddaughter!
Meng Xinian took the cup and turned it over in his hands, nodding, "It is quite special. Little, where’s mine?"
Chiang Xiao only bought four cups, and they were already allocated: one for herself, one for her grandparents, and one for Xue Liujin. Where could she find an extra one?
Just as she was hesitating whether to give him hers, she heard him say, "Let’s go, take it out from your room for me to see."
Chiang Xiao was pulled back to her room by him, ready to give him hers, when she heard him say, "Take out both cups and add the names."
"Huh? Add what names?" Chiang Xiao was bewildered.
"Your name, and my name, so others wouldn’t dare to take them. Otherwise, I’ll take them back to the camp, and who knows if those wolf cubs will snatch them again?"
Meng Xinian was still shaken by the past.
After all, everything Chiang Xiao made was something they could snatch away without leaving a trace behind, and it was very likely the same would happen to the cups.
Um, and he had already decided that he was going to take the one with Chiang Xiao’s name, and the one with his name would be left for Chiang Xiao.
Meng Xinian was very satisfied with this arrangement, but Chiang Xiao wanted to cry without tears.
Hey, Tyrant Meng, you’re a grown man, do you really need to fuss over these little things? And to write names on them, isn’t that tacky and childish?
"Why haven’t you taken the cup yet? I need to return to the camp this afternoon," Meng Xinian looked at her.
Chiang Xiao bit her lower lip and said, "Actually, I didn’t prepare one for you."
Yeah, it was better to tell the truth, she was tired of lying.
Meng Xinian’s face darkened instantly.
"No share for me? Why not?"
"I just feel like the pattern doesn’t really suit you," Chiang Xiao straightened her back and met his gaze, right, why should she always be the one to be dominated? She couldn’t stand it! "With all these flowers and plants, a big man like you probably wouldn’t like it! Plus, it’s just a cup, I thought you wouldn’t want it..."
Meng Xinian’s lips were tightly pressed as he looked at her.
It wasn’t a matter of liking or not liking. They were a family, he was part of it, and if the grandparents had one, of course, he should have one too.
Unless she really didn’t consider him part of the family.
Chiang Xiao broke out in a sweat.
"I’ll give you mine for now."
Meng Xinian watched her turn around to retrieve the cup from her backpack, the pattern on it identical to the one she had said she would give to Xue Liujin, then suddenly asked, "Are they all the same?"
"Yes, they were all meant to be the same."
Meng Xinian suddenly didn’t want it anymore. "Buy two more cups, draw two different patterns on them; I’ll take this one back and give it to Grandpa later."
Tyrant Meng, do you really need to be so demanding?
"This pattern suits the elderly, we are young, we should use something more lively," Meng Xinian added another explanation.
Like she’d believe him.
"I don’t have any more cups."
"I’ll go buy some." Meng Xinian said and walked out with the cup.