Chapter 211 The Mental Attacks Never End

“I just want you and Mengyao to be well.”

“You probably can’t let go of her either, you used to like Mengyao so much, Auntie saw it all.”

“You bought her a phone, a computer, saved money to buy her a gold bracelet, you were so good to her.”

Liu Manqing shook her head, a hint of regret in her voice: “It was all Mengyao’s fault, but she has realized her mistake… Auntie doesn’t mean anything else, I just want to help you remember how much you used to like her.”

Liu Manqing lowered her head, looking at the clothes she was wearing that weren’t hers.

Once you two reconcile, Auntie will be at ease.

The night wind blew, the palm leaves rustled, and she shrunk her shoulders, hiding herself deeper into the shadows.

She had been waiting here for an hour, her legs were numb, but she dared not move.

Until...

“Pitter-patter.”

“Pitter-patter.”

“Pitter-patter.”

Finally, footsteps came from the gravel path.

Somewhat sluggish and unsteady.

Liu Manqing’s heart suddenly tightened, and she pressed her body even lower.

In her line of sight...

Chen Yu walked out from the shadows of the ferns, moonlight falling on him, casting a long shadow. His right hand pressed against his temple, his knuckles rubbing his forehead repeatedly.

The machete accidentally fell to the ground.

Shui Bobo followed behind, trailing him, whether confused or worried, she didn't know.

“Cough, cough, cough.”

Chen Yu’s steps were unsteady, his boots making faint crunching sounds on the gravel path, unlike a normal person walking.

It was more like dragging a body that was about to fall apart.

Chen Yu frowned deeply: “Damn Taoists... these mental attacks are endless... I’ll turn you all into bean paste sooner or later...”

His voice scattered.

Only a few meters away from the tree where Liu Manqing was hiding.

Liu Manqing covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

She could even smell Chen Yu, carrying a hint of sea breeze and pine wood.

She suddenly feared he would turn his head, feared his gaze would fall upon her.

But thankfully, Chen Yu didn't turn his head the entire time, nor did he even glance in her direction.

He staggered to the treehouse door, stumbled, and fell inside with a thud.

“Mengyao...”

“Mengyao?!!”

“Come out... that Taoist’s mental attack is very strong... I’m a bit dizzy, come out and help me massage it...”

Immediately after, several sounds came from the treehouse!

Liu Manqing’s hands hung at her sides, clenching, then loosening!

Another muffled thud came from the treehouse, like something had been knocked over!

“Mengyao... I feel so uncomfortable...”

Liu Manqing bit her lip, walking step by step towards the treehouse door!

Inside the treehouse, Chen Yu was lying peacefully on the ground. He didn't wait long before Liu Manqing opened the door!

Moonlight shone from behind her, her short skirt revealing a section of fair, long legs. Her small vest and camisole showed off an extremely stunning figure. Her hair was loose, falling by her face, with a few stray strands blown by the night wind...

Her beautiful eyes were filled with nervousness.

In the darkness, Chen Yu’s lips curved slightly, which Liu Manqing naturally couldn't see.

“Chen... Chen Yu?”

Liu Manqing called out tentatively, her voice very low.

But she received no response.

She let out a sigh of relief, then poked her head out again, scanning the outside of the door repeatedly, her gaze sweeping from left to right, from the ferns to the gravel path, and finally from the gravel path to the depths of the forest.

Only Water Bubble stood obediently at the doorway, ripples of light swaying in circles, its two small black eyes watching her.

“Gurgle~”

It called out softly.

Liu Manqing pursed her lips and slowly closed the treehouse door.

“Mengyao...”

Chen Yu urged again, with a hazy tone: “Come here...”

Liu Manqing bit her lip: “I’m... I’m coming.”

She tried hard to make her tone sound like Mengyao’s — softer, sweeter, with a hint of a playful ending.

That was the tone Mengyao always used when talking to him.

She had practiced it many times, rehearsed it many times in her mind, starting from this morning.

...

...

Meanwhile, on Seventh Island, Northwest Mine Area.

The moonlight illuminated the iron ore veins, making them appear white, extending from the foot of the mountain to halfway up.

Li Mengyao sat on a flat stone, her hands propped behind her, legs stretched out.

She wore a loose, dark purple jacket, draped casually over her shoulders, and underneath was a wine-red lace camisole nightgown. These were her aunt’s clothes, a size too big for her.

But overall, it didn't look too out of place.

She rarely wore such mature-style clothes. Looking down at herself now, she actually felt quite good about it.

“Will Chen Yu like this outfit?”

She wondered idly, kicking the gravel on the ground with her toes, one, two, three stones.

She was thinking, wondering why her aunt suddenly liked her clothes, and why Chen Yu gave her rice during the day...

Everything that happened today was a bit strange.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded on the gravel path.

Li Mengyao looked up.

She saw Sun Zhiyuan running from a distance, his hair disheveled by the wind, his forehead covered in sweat.

“Uncle Sun?”

“Mengyao ah—”

Sun Zhiyuan ran too fast, slipped, almost fell, propped himself with his hand on the ground, and quickly got up.

Li Mengyao frowned, standing up: “Uncle Sun? Why are you running?”

Sun Zhiyuan ran up to her, bent over, hands on his knees, gasping for breath.

He saw Li Mengyao’s attire and became even angrier, his face flushed red: “That... you quickly go see Chen Yu, Chen Yu he... he seems unwell, he’s in the treehouse!”

Li Mengyao was slightly taken aback: “Ah?”

She had known Sun Zhiyuan for more than a day or two; she naturally knew that this person was extremely jealous. If her aunt got even a little close to any boy, he would dig for details.

He said Chen Yu was unwell?

Then he should wish that no one would go see him, right?

“Uncle Sun, how do you know?”

Li Mengyao asked with skepticism.

Sun Zhiyuan straightened up, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand: “Sigh, what time is it now, and you’re still asking me how I know? Of course, I saw it with my own eyes!”

“I... I just went to the treehouse to deliver building materials... I heard him yelling inside... yelling in great pain! Oh, it gave me the creeps just listening. I reckon, car owner lord is very uncomfortable right now, really, Mengyao...”

Li Mengyao looked at him, frowning.

Sun Zhiyuan coughed, his gaze flickered, moved away, then moved back.

Li Mengyao immediately narrowed her eyes: “Uncle Sun, if Chen Yu is really unwell, shouldn’t you go find Dr. Qiao? Or at least the Class Monitor, or Captain Zhou Ting, why me?”