Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"Thank you."

Over the past few days, he has also noticed Anqin's thoughtfulness.

They are incredibly meticulous.

Most people are attentive enough to remember other people's behavior and taste preferences.

But Anqin could understand even the parts that weren't shown, except for the parts that were shown.

For example, Anqin could tell at a glance which of the books he had read was his favorite.

He was very surprised and asked Anqin if she had also read these.

The two were able to be selected accurately because they shared similar reading philosophies.

An Qin, however, said she had never seen it.

She can easily and comprehensively understand what a person likes and dislikes simply by interacting with them or observing their living environment, and this understanding can cover more than just food, clothing, housing, and transportation.

Amazing talent.

He thought to himself as he took the water glass.

An Qin went around to the other side, her figure busy. She turned off the gas stove, used a damp cloth to lift the thick lid of the clay pot, and a cloud of white steam rose up, carrying the rich aroma of chicken soup.

The fragrance filled the entire space, making the room feel warm and inviting, and allowing people to relax effortlessly.

She ladled the bright yellow chicken soup into a white porcelain bowl, placed it on the table, put her hands behind her back, and then stood on the other side.

"Late-night snack," she said softly, pushing up her glasses and giving him a shy, gentle smile. She then lowered her gaze to the ground, only occasionally stealing a glance at Bai Weiran.

Bai Weiran could only smile helplessly at her little look.

That day, after breakfast, Anqin took over all the tasks of preparing three meals, snacks, and a late-night snack.

He subtly suggested that it didn't actually need to be so complicated, and An Qin's face immediately turned pale, like a flower that had been dehydrated.

It left him somewhat dumbfounded.

In the end, I could only accept this kindness with resignation.

"Am I the only one drinking? That's so boring," he said, pulling out a chair.

"Late-night snacks taste better when everyone eats them together."

Anqin immediately burst into laughter.

She wasn't surprised at all that he would say that.

She also served herself some chicken soup and sat down opposite him.

She didn't look up or speak, but just kept her head down and drank her soup.

He was a very eloquent person, and she preferred listening to him talk.

The soup is very hot, so you have to drink it slowly, and you can also speak it slowly.

"Let me tell you something funny." Bai Weiran blew on the chicken soup twice, trying to cool it down.

"Drinking this soup reminds me of something... Actually, my family has never made soup for me since I was a child."

Chapter Fifteen: A Cozy Midnight Snack

My family has never made soup for me.

Anqin's heart was immediately gripped by those words. Her soft and sensitive heart conjured up countless unfortunate scenes and lonely figures in her mind.

But she was also tongue-tied and couldn't speak properly. She blinked nervously, fidgeting with her spoon, her eyes darting around, her thin lips opening and closing repeatedly, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Bai Weiran laughed at his conflicted expression.

People who are too sensitive and soft-hearted are usually not good at speaking.

Because she felt that saying this was wrong and saying that was wrong, she was deeply worried that saying the wrong thing would hurt you instead.

“It’s not that serious,” he shrugged, his tone joking.

"It's not the kind of unfortunate script you're thinking of."

From as far back as he can remember, his parents had never shown him or his sister much affection.

There was no abuse or scolding, nor was there any coldness or distance.

"Most of the time—they're a lot of fun."

An Qin was completely bewildered, and without realizing it, she put down her spoon, rested her chin on her hand, and listened intently.

Bai Weiran often felt that his parents treated him and Shi Mo as fun experimental subjects.

They lack awareness of their parents.

And they are not treated like children.

Unlike other adults, they do not treat children as their possessions.

They often do some strange and unusual things in their lives to test their reactions.

For example, you could mirror all his textbooks, make a copy, and then put them back in his possession.

He had to borrow a small mirror from a female classmate in class to draw notes while looking in the mirror.

Or perhaps someone unexpectedly brought him a lunchbox, and when he opened it, inside were normal food, but arranged in the shape of a provocative blonde nude woman.

An Qin couldn't help but laugh when she heard this.

But when she saw Bai Weiran solemnly describing how she was surrounded and gossiped about by her classmates and was practically dead on the spot, she quickly covered her mouth.

Doesn't it seem heartless to laugh now?

No, you can't laugh—

Bai Weiran glanced at her.

"Is it funny?"

The cold, questioning tone startled An Qin, who frantically waved her hands in front of her and shook her head vigorously.

"...No, no...I just think Mr. Bai's parents are...very special?"

"It's unusual, so you laughed? You find it funny to hear about my unfortunate past?"

"Ah... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."

"Oh, it's okay, you can laugh. What I just said was a joke."

"…………?!"

Bai Weiran smiled gently, pushed aside the empty bowl, and tapped the table lightly with her index finger.

“There’s a proverb in my hometown that I really like—tragedy, when viewed over a long period of time, becomes a humorous comedy. Maybe you think I was miserable back then, and I was indeed a bit miserable…” He paused, smiling as he thought.

"But these things aren't necessarily bad for me... at least I'm not flustered by anything now."

The tea-haired girl was startled, but when she saw him smile, she couldn't help but purse her lips and smile back.

"Actually, these things of mine are just minor matters."

It was only after Shimo was born that things got chaotic and unpredictable.

The adorable little sister cried loudly in her crib, and instead of comforting her, her parents gathered around to watch, pointing and gossiping.

They whispered among themselves, discussing why their younger sister was crying and recording how long she could cry.

He was speechless, so he grabbed his sister and launched into a tirade against his parents.

He takes care of his younger sister himself and hires a neighbor auntie as a nanny. The nanny is responsible for taking care of his sister while he is at school, and then takes over when he comes back from school. He essentially turns his parents into ATMs.

The parents weren't angry; instead, they looked quite interested.

"Can people who are related by blood really take care of each other?"

"Even though we've never spent any time together, we naturally have feelings for each other..."

"...That's so strange."

"We should definitely observe this carefully."

In other families, parents take care of their children, while siblings compete for attention and cause trouble.

In the Bai family, things were reversed: he was in charge of taking care of things, while his parents were in charge of causing trouble.

One time, he went out for a short while while his sister was away, and when he came back, he saw a terrifying scene.

My little sister, who was so adorable and sleeping like an angel, was being taken care of by him before we left.

After he returned, she lay on the bed, struggling with her little hands and feet and crying loudly. Her hair was tied into two intertwined, upward-pointing firecrackers, her face was painted with two red blushes, and she was wearing a red dress. She looked like a paper doll that had stepped out of a horror game. Her tears washed away the red blushes, leaving a river-like stream on her face. She was covered in blood and tears, which was extremely frightening.

It's obvious who did it.

But when he tried to find the culprit, he discovered that the person who started it had vanished without a trace, leaving a note and going on vacation.

An outsider commented: "When in doubt, quantum mechanics."

Bai's parents: When in doubt, they go on vacation.

Bai Weiran smiled as he said this.

Anqin's care probably reminded him of his family.

From the time he can remember growing up, he has always been in the role of a caregiver, a habit that has continued into adulthood.

Being cared for and looked after by others feels a little strange.

When he realized he had said too much, he immediately shut up and became quiet.

He doesn't really talk to others about his family affairs, out of a habitual need for protection.

But Anqin's special qualities are infectious.

Soft-hearted people are easy to bully and also easy to make people lower their guard.

This quality is not easily seen in a bustling place, like a garden full of flowers in the daytime, vying for beauty, but only when you calm down at night can you smell the fragrance of the epiphyllum.

Seeing that he didn't speak, An Qin was no longer as flustered as before.