Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"No need to add anything... it's already delicious."

Mingguang makes a common Western-style seafood soup, but the quality of this soup surpasses that of home cooking.

Bai Weiran didn't know what restaurants were like abroad, but at least in China, this was definitely a mid-to-high-end restaurant.

His impression of Mingguang's cooking skills was still based on that wild child.

The fact that someone can even slurp down burnt grilled fish suggests they have a rather unreliable tongue.

I didn't expect it to be done so well.

Mingguang was overjoyed by the praise.

"It's a direct descendant of my mother's teachings—"

Bai Weiran also remembered that Mingguang's adoptive mother, who was also A-Chao's aunt, ran a restaurant overseas.

He didn't ask in detail at the time, and thought it was a Chinese restaurant overseas. Now he knows it's a small Western restaurant, and it's quite famous locally.

The meal was plentiful, including soup, handmade bread, hot salad with vinaigrette, and a large piece of slow-roasted beef.

They sat at the table eating, and neither of them mentioned what had happened before they came to the house.

Chat as if nothing has happened.

Mingguang's joy was written all over his face.

After dinner, she even took the initiative to introduce everything in the house to Bai Weiran.

Although the house had been cleaned, it was still clear from the details that no one had lived there for a long time. It was desolate and lacked human warmth. Bai Weiran thought to herself as she listened carefully to Mingguang's words.

Mingguang was very familiar with the house and moved around freely. He even opened the locked door of the upstairs room, which was a study filled with books, all of them medical foreign language books with professional terminology.

Bai Weiran had the answer in his heart, but he didn't say it aloud.

Mingguang, however, was not shy about it and spoke frankly and openly.

"This was Mingguang's former home."

"........."

Bai Weiran immediately knew where he was.

This is a mountainous area in the suburbs, some distance from his grandmother's house.

When he used to play with Mingguang, Mingguang once casually pointed in the direction of her house.

But he never came.

He hadn't planned to come then, and Mingguang hadn't planned to bring him either.

But knowing this didn't make things any better.

Mingguang's biological parents wanted to avoid crowds from the beginning, so the house must have been in a remote location. Not to mention anything else, they probably couldn't even get out without a car. He didn't know how Mingguang had brought him here, but even if he escaped, he wasn't confident he could evade Mingguang's pursuit in the face of the entire remote mountain wilderness.

This was truly the worst terrain condition for Bai Weiran.

It means that he was given a double debuff.

Moreover, he hadn't been back for a long time, and his memory of the area was hazy.

My family was really terrified when I went missing for several days.

The grandmother was particularly upset. She felt extremely guilty and refused to let Bai's parents send the child back to their hometown.

If she misses them, she'll take a long, slow train to go and stay with them for a few days.

Bai Weiran had not been to this area since he was seven years old.

He was deep in thought, but Mingguang was delighted. Like an excited treasure hunter, she opened every door, cabinet, and drawer she could, and showed Bai Weiran everything she could find inside.

Finally, she opened the small door at the bottom of the stairs.

"This is Mingguang's room!!! Welcome, Xiaoran!!!"

Bai Weiran was startled.

It was less of a room and more of a tiny cabinet under the stairs.

It's okay for a little girl to lie down, but it's just a matter of turning over.

He, a grown man, lay down inside and insisted on sleeping with his legs bent.

A thin mattress, a shelf next to the mattress, and a small cabinet at the foot of the bed.

There was a worn-out teddy bear on the shelf.

Mingguang quickly went inside and came out happily hugging the teddy bear.

"Before Xiaoran came along, Fimir was my only friend!"

She held the doll up to Bai Weiran, then hugged it to her chest with a look of longing and nostalgia, and gently put it back after a long while.

Then she happily went to open the small cabinet at the foot of the bed.

There were also some little girls' clothes inside.

It's very simple, all solid colors, and the designs are so limited that they leave no room for imagination.

"These are the clothes Mingguang wore when he was little—"

"...Are you wearing these?" He remembered that when he met Mingguang, she wasn't wearing these.

She always wears very cute dresses.

She looks exquisite and beautiful, and doesn't appear to have been mistreated at all.

The closet was too small for the grown-up Mingguang to stand up straight, so she knelt on the mattress and turned to smile at him.

“...Those are my sister’s clothes.”

“Every time I went to see Xiaoran, I would steal clothes from my sister’s closet to wear.”

"Because I don't want Xiaoran to see me looking ugly..."

"Even though I get beaten up every time I'm caught, I'll still wear it!!"

As she spoke, she tumbled onto the soft, thin mattress, curled up, faced Bai Weiran, and hugged herself with both hands. Her eyes suddenly became dull, her tone became softer, and her joy and innocence were gone.

"Moreover, I feel a sense of happiness when I wear my sister's clothes."

"...?"

"It feels like my older sister is holding me, so blissful."

"At that time, I thought, she received so much love from her parents, if I could be hugged by her, wouldn't I be able to receive some of that love too?"

Bai Weiran was speechless for a moment.

A few seconds of silence.

Some people use their childhood to heal their entire lives, while others spend their entire lives healing from their childhood.

Mingguang is undoubtedly the latter.

Beneath her innocence lies a sensitive heart, though she doesn't elaborate on it in lengthy short dramas.

Mingguang didn't wait for his reply, but turned his head to face upwards and muttered to himself.

"...My sister is probably dead by now!"

"Without the organs that allow light to pass through, she will surely die."

"But there was no other way, Mingguang also wanted to live..."

Human growth is not a sudden transformation, but a long and painful process.

Even though she realizes that she must rely on herself to break free from the shackles of fate, it doesn't mean that she has forever forgotten her family of origin.

No matter how happy you are now, the past remains deeply etched in your life.

Mingguang sat up again, looking radiant and full of energy.

"Come on, Xiaoran, let's go see a movie!!!"

Bai Weiran was overjoyed, thinking that Mingguang would take out a computer or mobile phone, but the result greatly disappointed him.

She found an old videotape.

A thriller/horror film, shown in black and white.

It was pitch black all around, with only black and white light shining on the television screen.

They sat together on the sofa, with Bai Weiran intentionally keeping her distance and sitting on the side.

Mingguang didn't mind his attitude. He just carried a large bag of washed lettuce to watch the movie. The lettuce was dipped in a little salt water and made a crunching sound, like a rabbit.

On the screen, a chainsaw-wielding killer is chasing people across a farm, who scream in agony.

The sound of chewing lettuce suddenly stopped.

"Xiao Ran, don't be afraid."

"If you run away, I won't chase you down with a chainsaw."

Bai Weiran: …………

You know how to use something else, right?

Mingguang chuckled, "Because you can't escape at all—"

Bai Weiran: Obviously, I overestimated my fighting strength in your eyes. I'm just a weakling.

Chapter Two is for protecting him!

After finishing his daily basic exercises, Mingguang subconsciously looked at the sofa.

Bai Weiran was sitting there, one hand resting on the back of the chair, his chin propped up, a book on his lap, slowly turning the pages.

As a new guest in the small, dark room, he showed no fear whatsoever, behaving more like a master than the host himself.

Mingguang then went over to her.

"Xiao Ran, what are you looking at?"

"...the discussion on why capitalism did not originate in the East, but in the West."