Meng Yao’s chest heaved with anger, and she rushed to attack Ruan Ning. Ruan Ning swung the club in front of her, but she soon became breathless. Meng Yao managed to snatch the club and was about to strike Ruan Ning when Meng Chi intervened, seizing the club from her.
Looking at Ruan Ning, he said softly, “Little sister, it’s been many years, and you’ve become quite sharp-tongued.”
Ruan Ning felt helpless; this body was truly weak and unsuitable for physical labor, especially escaping. Even if she did manage to escape, who could guarantee that a beautiful nun without self-defense skills and money wouldn’t encounter someone dangerous?
She needed a proper plan. With Meng Chi’s willingness to help her, she could try to persuade him to take her to the Zheng family.
“Where is sister planning to go?” Meng Chi’s voice suddenly rang out as he emerged from behind a tree, silently observing his stepsister.
She was startled by his sudden appearance, her petite body trembling slightly, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.
Meng Chi remembered how she had always been afraid of loud sounds. In their youth, he and Meng Yao would make loud noises behind her to provoke her, causing her to cry and crouch on the ground.
Now, grown up, she no longer trembled or cried out loud. She silently shed tears; she had changed quite a bit, learning to argue, fight, and even escape.
Meng Chi approached her, but Ruan Ning spoke first: “Brother, the room was too stuffy, and I was feeling uncomfortable, so I came out for a walk.”
He was surprised; when he brought her back, she hadn’t spoken a word, but now she obediently called him brother.
He recalled the first time he saw her, in a bright red outfit with her hair in two buns, looking delicate like a silk doll, timidly calling out, “Brother…”
Was it the peak of summer? Even the night felt sultry. Ignoring the strange feeling in his heart, Meng Chi asked with a half-smile, “Is that so? Wasn’t sister afraid of the dark? Daring to go out?”
