Nan Feng: Qian Renxue Insisted on Holding Me Down and Healing My Hand! Bibi Dong: Oh, That's a Pretty Convincing Story

It was noon.

Nan Feng was still lying comfortably in the hammock, gently swaying, while Qian Renxue lay on her side beside him.

There was none of that clichéd melodrama about a young lady tenderly caring for an injured young master.

After all, Qian Renxue had awakened the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul. Its "sacred attribute," an absolute superior to the light attribute, possessed not only terrifying destructive power capable of purifying everything, but also immensely potent healing effects.

Although Qian Renxue was still only a low-level Soul Grandmaster, using Sacred Soul Power to treat the minor flesh wound on Nan Feng's wrist was more than enough.

Actually, Nan Feng had refused treatment at first.

What a joke! This was the "medal of honor" he had earned through great hardship!

He had been counting on that miserable bite mark to spend the next few days putting on a pitiful act before Bibi Dong and earning himself some sympathy points.

But Qian Renxue absolutely refused to allow it.

The little girl already felt unbearably guilty, and she truly did not want to see him carrying an injury because of her. She insisted on healing him herself.

Faced with Qian Renxue's tearful stubbornness, if Nan Feng continued refusing forcefully, he would instead look like he had something wrong with his head or some bizarre masochistic fetish.

Left with no choice, he compromised and held out his hand for Qian Renxue to restore with her Soul Power.

Since it was her first time practically using the sacred attribute to heal someone, Qian Renxue was exceptionally cautious and spent quite a while on it.

She carefully cradled Nan Feng's hand and inspected it over and over beneath the sunlight. Only after confirming that the vicious circle of bite marks had healed completely without leaving even the slightest scar did she finally let out a sigh of relief and release his hand.

"Um... I'm sorry. This time, it was all my fault." Qian Renxue lowered her head, her voice muffled.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Nan Feng withdrew his hand and casually said, "I was the one who voluntarily set this up. If anyone deserves blame, it's your brain-damaged biological father. Why was he checking rooms instead of sleeping in the middle of the night? Did he come to the Saintess Palace just to make his presence known? Doesn't he know Little Dongdong hates seeing him most right now?"

Qian Renxue bit her lip, raised her head, and looked at Nan Feng with complicated eyes. "Do you... know something?"

Nan Feng raised a brow. "Know what?"

"My mother... why does she dislike me so much?"

"Stop!" Nan Feng rolled his eyes speechlessly. "If you want to discuss this tacky family drama with me right now, then I refuse to waste my time. I already told you everything I needed to tell you before. Stay out of grown-ups' affairs."

Qian Renxue lowered her head somewhat guiltily, tugging at the corner of her clothes. "Then... then what should I do next? After the mess last night, Mother will probably find me even more annoying and want even less to see me."

"Not necessarily."

Nan Feng rested both hands behind his head and lazily analyzed, "If she truly hated you as much as she acted like she did, then after that deception I pulled last night, she would have thrown me out immediately. Why would she merely bite me once to vent her frustration and leave it at that?"

Qian Renxue froze, and a glimmer of light flashed through her golden eyes. "You mean... Mother doesn't actually hate me that much?"

"Obviously." Nan Feng curled his lip. "Although she's spent the past month overtraining herself into a daily state of nervous exhaustion, and her vigilance has dropped drastically, she's still a Spirit Douluo! Could she really fail to notice that there was a living person stuffed inside the body pillow?"

"She must have vaguely sensed that sacred aura belonging to you long ago. But since I had already used pale golden Spider Silk to disguise it and gave her an excuse to let it go, subconsciously, she simply went along with it and didn't want to investigate further."

Nan Feng looked at Qian Renxue. "So, if you still want to try getting closer to her, I think you should change your strategy and try a self-inflicted suffering ploy."

"A self-inflicted suffering ploy?" Qian Renxue looked utterly confused. "I tried that before! I hurt myself and went to find her, but Mother ignored me completely. And the way she looked at me was even more disgusted."

Nan Feng rolled his eyes at that. "How exactly did you carry out your self-inflicted suffering ploy? Make yourself look miserable, then run to her crying for comfort and hugs?"

Qian Renxue paused, looking completely justified. "Isn't that how it works?"

"Idiot!" Nan Feng rapped her forehead in exasperation.

"The core of a self-inflicted suffering ploy is contrast!"

"You have to reveal your vulnerability unintentionally, but outwardly, you must desperately maintain a strong front! You need to wrap your inner weakness in a shell of forced strength, rather than deliberately displaying your vulnerability plainly to others like a beggar."

"You need to let the other person discover the wounds and weakness you are desperately trying to hide, all on their own. Rather than running over and shoving your bloody wound in their face to beg for attention."

"You have to understand that playing the victim is inherently irritating, especially to someone with a forceful personality like Bibi Dong."

Nan Feng raised one finger. "A high-level self-inflicted suffering ploy isn't about loudly crying out your misery. It's about letting the other person discover your miserable state through your maturity and endurance, thereby stirring up her guilt and making her fill in even more details in her own mind!"

Qian Renxue listened with her mouth agape, looking oddly at this little brat who was only six years old. "You... how do you know these scheming methods?"

"Of course, I learned them through bitter, bloody experience."

Nan Feng said it lightly. "When I was wandering outside and went hungry, if I ran to people directly, sniveling and begging for food while playing the victim, then maybe they would give me something once or twice if they were in a good mood. But if I went too many times, they would definitely kick me away and find me annoying."

"So later, I got smarter."

Nan Feng raised a brow. "Whenever I was hungry, I would never go pleading at people with longing eyes. At most, I would watch them eat from afar as if by accident. Once someone noticed, I would immediately look away in panic and pretend I didn't care."

"After doing that a few times, once their attention had been drawn by my well-behaved actions, my stomach would very cooperatively start growling. If they asked whether I was hungry, I would still lift my chin and put on a brave face, saying—I'm not hungry."

"Remember this: what touches people's hearts more than directly displaying weakness will always be feigned strength in desperate circumstances. That is the truest survival experience."

"Of course, it's perfectly normal that a young lady like you, who has been pampered since childhood and never lifted a finger, wouldn't understand such things."

Qian Renxue could not help asking softly, "When you went hungry... where were your parents?"

"I don't know. I've never seen them."

Nan Feng shook his head. "The people in the village did mention in passing that they seemed to be Soul Masters and disappeared not long after giving birth to me. But what did that have to do with me? I never expected anything from them anyway."

"I've made it this far and survived until now by relying on myself, along with doing whatever it takes."

"If there was no food, I would scheme to play the victim. If I couldn't beat someone, I would use dirty tricks and ambush them. Framing others, killing with a borrowed knife, playing the victim for favor... as long as it let me survive, I've done it all."

Nan Feng turned his head and looked at Qian Renxue's slightly widened pupils.

"I'm not like you people, with your lofty moral bottom lines. To survive, I can do whatever it takes."

Around lunchtime, Nan Feng slowly strolled back to the Saintess Palace.

As for how much Qian Renxue could absorb from that lesson in "lower-class survival," that was no longer something he needed to worry about. A master could only lead someone to the door; cultivation depended on the individual.

Nan Feng carefully pressed himself against the palace doors and poked his head inside to look around like a thieving little cat.

At the enormous dining table, Bibi Dong sat quietly alone.

Fortunately, the dishes had already been laid out, and directly across from her sat his own dedicated little bowl and chopsticks, arranged neatly in place.

"Whew, looks like she's mostly calmed down."

Nan Feng breathed a sigh of relief, then dashed over on his short little legs and skillfully climbed onto the chair.

Bibi Dong had been slowly sipping her soup. When she caught sight of him sitting down from the corner of her eye, her gaze naturally fell upon his left hand, which was now smooth and unblemished again.

She raised a brow, her tone carrying a trace of teasing mockery. "Oh? You couldn't take it after just one morning? You ran off to have it healed?"

Nan Feng looked at her with an odd expression. "If I said I didn't do this myself, and that little Qian Renxue felt too guilty and insisted on holding me down to heal me... would you believe me?"