Qian Renxue: I Really Didn't Push Him! He Fell Down by Himself!

Qian Xunji did not follow her over.

He understood human nature well. He knew that when children interacted, having adults watching over them would only make things stiff and complicated.

It was better to let Xue'er handle it herself.

Qian Renxue hid behind a tree trunk and crept closer, her beautiful big eyes curiously studying the little boy who had made her mother view him differently.

After watching for quite a while, Qian Renxue pursed her lips.

He didn't look all that special!

He looked dull-witted. One glance was enough to tell he wasn't smart.

Just as Qian Renxue continued sneaking closer, Nan Feng, having finished weaving the hammock, gave a huge stretch, seemingly worn out from all the work.

With a light leap, he jumped into the crystal-clear Spider Silk hammock, rested both hands behind his head, comfortably closed his eyes, and began basking in the sun.

Qian Renxue hid behind the tree, utterly dumbfounded.

Wait...

You got up early in the morning, stuck your butt out, and spent half the day weaving a net just to find a different place to sleep?!

He really was an idiot!

After thinking it over, Qian Renxue simply stepped out from behind the tree and walked straight to the hammock.

She stretched out her fair little hand, gently shook the edge of the hammock, cleared her throat, and was just about to say hello.

"Hey..."

Yet she had barely uttered a single word!

Nan Feng, whose eyes had been closed, suddenly opened his Heterochromatic Double Pupils.

His eyes instantly filled with terror, and his tiny body struggled violently in the hammock.

Thud!

With a muffled impact, Nan Feng "fell" straight out of the hammock and landed solidly on the grass.

And at that exact moment, Bibi Dong, who had woken up to find Nan Feng missing from the sleeping hall and followed his trail all the way to the rear garden, happened to reach the corner.

She saw every bit of it, without missing a thing!

Nan Feng raised his head. Tears instantly welled up in his watery eyes as he looked at Qian Renxue in terror.

Then he turned and ran, throwing himself into Bibi Dong's arms as she approached. He hid tightly behind her, trembling, looking as wronged as a two-hundred-pound child.

Qian Renxue froze where she stood, her outstretched hand still hanging in midair. Her whole mind went blank.

Wait?!

I didn't even touch him!

I didn't do anything! How did he go flying?!

When Bibi Dong saw Qian Renxue standing there, the disgust and irritation she had forcibly suppressed surged up again, as instinctively as ever.

That face, somewhat similar to Qian Xunji's, constantly reminded her of that humiliating nightmare.

She took a deep breath, forcefully suppressed her emotions, and looked down at Nan Feng hiding behind her.

At that moment, Nan Feng was looking up at her with his delicate little face. His eyes brimmed with tears, and his small mouth was pursed in extreme grievance.

Watching this mighty level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo, this "ancestor" who even dared curse the Evil God King, wildly show off his acting skills here, Bibi Dong's eye twitched uncontrollably.

But she exposed nothing.

Bibi Dong slowly crouched down and softened her voice. "What happened?"

Nan Feng clung tightly around her neck, buried his face in the hollow of her neck, and squeaked out a single tearful word, "It hurts..."

Bibi Dong fought the urge to roll her eyes and played along. "How did you fall?"

Nan Feng held out one chubby little finger and pointed tremblingly at Qian Renxue, his voice filled with utmost grievance.

"She scared me..."

"I didn't!"

Qian Renxue grew so anxious that her eyes reddened. She instinctively shouted in rebuttal, "Mom, I really didn't push him! He fell down by himself!"

Bibi Dong gave her a cold look.

There was not a hint of warmth in her eyes, only an indifference cold enough to freeze one to the bone.

Qian Renxue's voice instantly caught in her throat, and she felt as though she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Bibi Dong turned away, no longer looking at her. She merely reached out and gently stroked Nan Feng's head, her tone mild. "Does it hurt badly?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore..." Nan Feng "sobbed" as he lowered his head, perfectly portraying a sensible yet wronged orphan.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, stood up, and scooped Nan Feng into her arms.

Without saying a word, she turned to leave the garden that made her feel suffocated.

"Mom..."

Qian Renxue panicked and tried to chase after her, her eyes red.

Bibi Dong stopped, slightly turned her head, and cast Qian Renxue an exceedingly icy glance.

Qian Renxue shuddered all over. Her feet seemed nailed to the ground, and tears began streaming down uncontrollably.

She could only watch helplessly as Bibi Dong carried that boy away, disappearing from sight without once looking back.

The garden returned to dead silence.

After a moment, Qian Xunji slowly emerged from the shade of a tree.

Looking at his daughter, who was crying so hard she could barely speak, he sighed.

"I forgot to tell you beforehand. That child just suffered a terrible tragedy. He's especially timid and can't handle being startled."

Qian Renxue wiped away her tears, her face full of grievance and unwillingness. "But I really didn't scare him! I'd only said one word, and he fell down by himself! Why doesn't Mom believe me..."

"But the result is that you did scare him." Qian Xunji calmly stated the fact.

Qian Renxue bit her lip and looked helplessly at her father. "Then... what should I do?"

"It's simple."

Qian Xunji stroked her hair and patiently guided her. "You can personally pick out a beautiful gift, then go find him. Give him the gift and apologize."

"Why should I apologize?!"

The pride in Qian Renxue's bones flared up. "I'm clearly not the one at fault! I didn't do anything wrong, so why should I lower my head to him?!"

Qian Xunji looked at his daughter, his gaze becoming incomparably deep.

"Xue'er, remember this."

"Apologizing isn't because you actually did something wrong that requires repentance."

"It's because, when faced with a situation like this, if you want to achieve your goal of seeing your mother, you have to do it. Even if it means merely lowering your head, putting on a show, and playing along."

Meanwhile, in the Saintess's sleeping hall.

The moment she shut the door, Bibi Dong unceremoniously tossed Nan Feng, who was still pretending to be wronged, onto the large bed.

Nan Feng did not panic in the slightest while airborne. He deftly spun seven hundred and twenty degrees in midair, then landed steadily on the soft bed in a superhero-like one-knee kneel.

Then he raised his head, his tender little face filled with resentment.

"Why did you throw me?"

Bibi Dong crossed her arms and looked down at him, completely speechless.

"I should be asking you that. What were you doing? Why did you run to the rear garden early in the morning instead of sleeping, just to make some Spider Silk hammock?"

"Basking in the sun."

Nan Feng spread his little hands righteously. "I haven't seen proper sunlight in decades. What's wrong with getting a little photosynthesis?"

"And Qian Renxue?" Bibi Dong frowned slightly. "What exactly were you up to just now?"

"Just tell me..." Nan Feng raised an eyebrow. "How was my acting?"

Bibi Dong's eye twitched slightly as she gave an honest assessment. "Perfect. If I didn't already know who you really were, even I wouldn't have been able to spot a flaw."

"But why did I just feel like... my emotions were being stirred by some invisible force? Was that your doing?"

Clap, clap, clap.

Nan Feng lightly applauded, his face full of praise. "Sharp! With acting, the most important thing is never how convincing it looks, but its ability to move people!"

"When I fell just now, I released a faint mental suggestion. So even though you knew rationally that I was acting, your emotions were still led along by how pitiful I looked!"

"This is what top-tier emotional resonance is!"

Bibi Dong's eye twitched hard. "Resonance? You call this resonance? This is clearly mental pollution!"

"How can you say that about me?"

The smugness on Nan Feng's face instantly vanished.

He lowered his head. His long eyelashes fluttered, while another misty layer of tears rose in his Heterochromatic Double Pupils. He looked as innocent as could be, as pitiful as could be.

Seeing him like that, Bibi Dong's heart suddenly softened, and a powerful sense of guilt instinctively surged up within her.

But the next second, she jolted and instantly snapped awake.

"Stop!"

Bibi Dong hurriedly stepped back, her face full of vigilance.

"You're being way too shameless! How did you do that?"

That feeling of being unable to control herself at all, of having her emotions directly pulled along...

It was simply impossible to guard against!