Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

She's not good at telling lively, funny jokes or topics.

She doesn't like going out, doesn't like crowds, doesn't like traveling, and doesn't like meeting people.

Others think she's boring.

She has always thought so too.

Therefore, Anqin always kept quiet, afraid of causing trouble for others or making the atmosphere awkward.

But now she's not afraid anymore.

This person knew her predicament, so he smiled and talked to her about everyday things.

She glanced at Bai Weiran, then at the half-full bowl of soup remaining.

"Chicken soup was taught to me by my grandmother."

Anqin is easily nervous and tends to stutter when she's nervous, but now, in this small space with no one else around, she relaxes and reveals her true nature. Her voice is slightly lower, lacking the clear, bright quality of an ordinary girl, but it's very soft and gentle, with a rustling quality, like the steady sound of a wooden instrument.

This kind of voice, when talking about the little things in life, is like a pastoral song, a fresh and timeless little poem.

Anqin lived with her maternal grandmother for a period of time when she was a child.

My parents left their hometown to work elsewhere, but they didn't earn any money. My father died in a construction accident, and my mother remarried.

Anqin felt very awkward and had nowhere to go in front of her new mother's family, so she could only grow up with her grandmother.

My maternal grandmother was illiterate, old, hunchbacked, and had poor eyesight, but she was always very kind to Anqin before she passed away.

"Whatever my grandmother had, I have too."

"My grandmother has always been very good to me."

As the tea-haired girl spoke, she puffed out her cheeks and gave a sweet smile.

Bai Weiran was stunned for a moment.

Chapter Sixteen: Her True Feelings

There are all kinds of laughter.

Some people laugh with a sunny and unrestrained smile, some are mischievous and clever, and some look down on being charming.

But Anqin's smile was serene.

He didn't even laugh out loud.

Even her laughter was restrained, obedient, like a candy being silently dropped into water.

It looks like clear water, but only the person drinking it knows it's sweet.

The tea-haired girl spoke softly and gently about her daily life with her grandmother.

These are really some very trivial things.

From stewing chicken soup to drying persimmons and making jujube cakes.

She also mentioned that her favorite friend is the goose at the village entrance.

A family at the village entrance kept a big goose that stood at the roadside like a road bully every day, pecking at anyone it saw. It loved pecking at her even more, spreading its wings and pecking at her until she cried out in pain.

“But we are still very good friends,” Anqin emphasized.

Bai Weiran slowly typed a question mark as he listened.

Mingguang's squirrel friend is a definition that confuses him.

Anqin's goose friend, however, represents a different definition that confuses him.

He remembered how, when he was holding Friday, Mengmeng would snatch Friday away and shout that Friday was her friend and that he shouldn't touch it. Then she would take back the spot where her friend used to be and snuggle in his arms.

"When my grandmother was by my side, I had everything she had."

Anqin lowered her head and ran her fingers along the edge of the porcelain bowl.

“My grandmother told me that this is what liking someone means—it’s not about how much you have, but how much you’re willing to give to the other person.”

Bai Weiran: ...So the foundation of the selfless type was in my grandmother.

Grandma, you did something bad... but it seems you shouldn't scold me like that.

In Anqin's upbringing, her maternal grandmother was the most beautiful memory she retained, so she followed this rule in liking people and in giving to others.

The statement may be correct, but it has had extremely negative consequences for Anqin's personality.

All principles of interpersonal relationships must be applied in appropriate contexts.

If you change the scenario, it might become a terrible idea.

Bai Weiran sighed inwardly.

Should I tell her about this?

But discussing this matter inevitably involves mentioning Cao Shuang.

He had already made up his mind not to mention this person in front of her anymore.

He has a time limit for the mission, and his goal now is to make An Qin forget about the guy who is currently sitting in the police station before the mission deadline, so that he himself will not have to mention a single word about him.

He also gave Qin Ning his instructions, and Qin Ning always followed them.

Now... his index finger is tapping lightly on the table.

Does this mean I have to break the rules on my own?

Anqin's small spoon was also stirring in the bowl.

The soup was no longer hot, but she still didn't finish the remaining half bowl.

She stole a glance at the person opposite her and saw that the young man had already finished his bowl of wine. His brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze went past her shoulder and landed behind him.

He was clearly sitting quietly out of politeness, waiting for his tablemates to finish their meal before ending the conversation.

Anqin lowered her eyelashes, took a small spoonful of soup, and brought it to her lips slowly.

It truly is a way of eating by counting grains of rice.

But she subconsciously wanted to prolong this time.

He left after he finished drinking.

Now it's time for a bowl of soup's magic.

She won't have any more—

She's stupid; she doesn't know how to keep people around.

She wasn't greedy enough to want to completely possess this person; she wouldn't even dare to think that way. She liked Qin Ning.

But she really wanted to talk to him more.

The more time she spent with Qin Ning, the more attracted she became to him.

He is not by my side, yet he is by my side.

She could see traces and fragments of Bai Weiran in Qin Ning's words and actions at every moment.

That fierce, arrogant, and dark side hidden deep in their eyes instantly became happy when they saw this person.

They became more rational, calm, stable, and composed, and gracefully utilized their strengths.

At first, she thought it was Qin Ning's own strength, but later she realized that if she followed those traces, she could find his shadow.

Qin Ning herself, however, couldn't bring herself to laugh like that.

It's because of him that I can laugh like that.

In fact, he himself is Miss Qin's treasure.

She couldn't resist the urge to get closer, to see more of this treasure, even...

She was thinking when Bai Weiran's knuckles, which were tapping on the table, stopped.

He sighed inwardly—

The planner is all talk and no action.

I've decided not to say it, but I can't help but keep quiet.

You must have done all sorts of bad things in your past life, so you're stuck being a planner in this one!

She was so gentle, and the sight of a weak person struggling to rise was impossible to ignore.

"Anqin, do you like to eat bitter melon?" he asked.

Caught off guard by the seemingly irrelevant question, the tea-haired girl was momentarily stunned, pulled from her thoughts.

"...No...I don't dislike it, but I wouldn't say I like it either..."

"No, I think you just like to eat." Bai Weiran's tone was firm.

Anqin immediately frowned.

Although she is hesitant and lacks ideas about many things, everyone can judge whether they like or dislike a certain food.

“No, I don’t like it.” An Qin retorted seriously, which was rare for her.

"You must like it, otherwise why would you enjoy glorifying suffering so much?"

"...to glorify...suffering?"

“Yes, you see, even if you are feeling unwell, running a high fever, delirious, starving, dehydrated, and malnourished, you still have to try your best to fulfill other people’s wishes—I don’t think your grandmother meant what she said when she said, ‘It’s not about how much you have, but how much you are willing to give to the other person.’”

Bai Weiran spoke more slowly than usual.

"In any case, you should be in an atmosphere that makes you feel comfortable. Nothing is more important than your comfort and happiness. It is not great to glorify a life of suffering, nor is it touching to glorify suffering."

He unconsciously softens his tone when speaking to gentle people.

As An Qin slowly lowered her head, the reflection of her glasses obscured her eyes, making it impossible to see her expression. She pursed her thin lips and remained completely silent.

It's a good thing that she's deep in thought.

Being easily persuaded is a disadvantage, but now it's also an advantage.