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How much harm can a pillow really do? However, when Xu Nancheng saw the pillow flying towards him, he instinctively closed his eyes and raised his hand to shield himself.
At that moment, he unconsciously took a step forward, and his calf bumped against the sharp edge of the coffee table. For those who have ever stepped into a pitfall, this kind of pain can be excruciating. Even an ordinary person with good physical condition would find it hard to endure such a collision.
"Ouch!" Xu Nancheng groaned in pain, his body involuntarily leaning toward the sofa.
Lin Menghan opened her eyes just in time to witness Xu Nancheng falling and heard his cry of agony. She hurried over, gripping Xu Nancheng's arm tightly, her face filled with concern. "Nancheng, are you okay?"
"I'm fine; I just bumped into something," Xu Nancheng replied, trying to suppress the pain.
Hearing it was just a minor injury, Lin Menghan sighed in relief but then let go of his arm and turned her face away with a look of disdain. "Hmph, who told you not to control yourself? You deserve it!"
Just as Xu Nancheng was about to retort, he suddenly noticed another figure nearby—his mother, Lin Zhen. With her hands on her hips, she stood quietly at the corner, her expression unusually stern.
It was about time for them to get up, but she had opened the door only to hear the two kids playing around. Generally speaking, she could ignore their playful antics.
However, seeing her son acting so sulky made her think that according to Xu Nancheng's performance, it was no longer just a matter of concern. What she should focus on now was his future happiness.
She had also heard from Xu Wenzhao that Lin Menghan was doing quite well academically too. Watching them flirt with each other sometimes felt quite nice. Plus, they could help each other improve their grades while studying together.
They seemed like a perfect match! But they were still students; there were some things they should do and some things they shouldn’t!
For instance, chatting and holding hands were acceptable; hugging was also tolerable. But if they dared to engage in anything more before they turned eighteen, they shouldn't blame her for stepping in.
She hadn’t planned on saying anything this time, but that little rascal really made her cautious.
"Mom, we—"
"Ah! No! Nancheng has been staring at my legs! He’s been looking the whole time!" Just as Xu Nancheng tried to defend himself, Lin Menghan cut him off.
She could totally accept this, just like the last time when Xu Nancheng kept staring at someone’s legs without end. She didn’t really say anything to him then, but this time she had to find a reason for her punishment. Although she didn’t mind Xu Nancheng acting this way, it still made her very shy, and she couldn’t handle it!
He needed to learn a lesson; even if he wanted that, he should tone it down a bit, right? But if she directly stated the facts, Xu Nancheng would end up getting beaten half to death, and in the end, she would be the one feeling sorry for him. Lin Menghan wasn’t going to do that! So she decided to lessen the punishment.
Xu Nancheng stood there dumbfounded. How was he supposed to face this? Huh? Was that so? Lin Zhen wasn’t calling out to Xu Nancheng; she was addressing him directly, which clearly indicated her stance.
Lin Zhen’s gaze was sharp, like a sword piercing through Xu Nancheng as if she could see right through him. Xu Nancheng swallowed hard, feeling a wave of panic wash over him, as if life had lost its meaning and his heart turned to ashes. At that moment, he felt like prey being hunted by a hunter, with nowhere to escape.
Meanwhile, Lin Menghan was feeling quite pleased with herself, a sly smile creeping onto her lips as she lightly tossed her hair. Inside, she was gloating: Ha! You thought you could bully me, Nancheng? Now you know what it feels like!
I told you and your dad not to bully Lin Menghan! Did you think my words were just wind? Lin Zhen’s voice held a hint of sternness, her eyes filled with reproach.
I didn’t mean to! Xu Nancheng felt wronged; everything he did wasn’t intentional. After all, all of this happened in a dream—how could he control it? Yet if he revealed the truth plainly, things would only get worse for him. So he chose silence instead.
Lin Menghan had already spoken; what more could he argue about? Lin Zhen frowned disapprovingly at Xu Nancheng, seemingly unsatisfied with his explanation.
No. Xu Nancheng sighed helplessly; he knew he had fallen into Lin Menghan’s trap. Any further defense would be futile. At that moment, he could only choose to back down; after all, this was also a way of yielding to her—understood?
Apologize! What are you standing there for? Lin Zhen raised her voice slightly when she saw Xu Nancheng remaining unresponsive, her tone filled with urgency.
I’m sorry, Lin Menghan! I won’t bully you anymore! Xu Nancheng lowered his head, his face etched with sorrow and pain as he slowly uttered those words. At that moment, it felt as if he had lost all dignity and was left with nothing but endless loneliness.
Upon hearing this, Lin Menghan couldn’t have been more pleased; she was practically glowing with delight!
But there had to be some conditions attached—it needed to be useful! If you want me to forgive you, how about you listen to me for a day? She thought for a moment before saying this and then looked at Lin Zhen for her opinion.
After all, he was still someone else's son; even though there was a relationship between them, they couldn’t bypass Lin Zhen.
Lin Zhen looked back at Xu Nancheng and indicated that she agreed with this compensation.
When Xu Nancheng heard this, wouldn’t he be overjoyed?
One of his current interests was listening to Lin Menghan. If it weren't for the fact that Lin Menghan was also clinging to him, he would have been nothing more than her little lapdog.
"Sure! Sounds good!" he replied with a smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
This left Lin Menghan puzzled; how could he be so happy even when facing punishment?
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