Is It Forbidden to Bully the Heroine of the Novel? - Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Taking Her Out to Play
The next day, Jiang Yao arrived at Moonlit Lane as planned. When the madam went to look for Song Muyun, she was worried that it might be Murong Qing. Fortunately, when she entered, she saw a woman sitting by the window, dressed in a bright red outfit with long hair tied in a ponytail.
“Miss Jiang.”
Song Muyun stood by the window and called softly. Jiang Yao turned around to see the woman’s snowy cold expression. Dressed in a light blue dress, she was stunning, and Jiang Yao couldn’t deny her amazement.
Her breath evened out for a moment. Finally, she gestured to Song Muyun, “Come, lets read this book”.
It was the same as yesterday. Song Muyun walked over with her lips pursed. She thought that Miss Jiang must like to read books, because she brings them every day.
“Today’s story is about a wealthy lady who rejects the love of a wealthy gentleman and faces retribution,” Jiang Yao explained. As Song Muyun sat down, a question mark formed on her forehead. Why did this story sound so familiar?
Satisfied with herself, Jiang Yao had carefully chosen this story, which suited Song Muyun and Murong Qing well. The male lead in the book was despicable and tormented the female lead despite her kindness. Although Song Muyun remained silent, her lips were tight and her cheeks were red.
She, too, was displeased to see the girl’s miserable plight in the book.
Jiang Yao looked at her and suddenly said, “Aren’t all men in this world so ruthless and heartless? The female lead did nothing wrong, even treated him kindly, yet he resorted to such vile means just because she refused to marry him. It’s really despicable.”
Jiang Yao cursed as Song Muyun nodded silently in deep agreement. Such beasts were truly despicable.
The story ended with the once tormented wealthy lady finally agreeing to marry the wealthy gentleman. However, he had sown the seeds of harming others for his own amusement, and the lady never left her house, bearing scars every day until she died a few years later.
Jiang Yao turned to the last page, took a deep breath and told herself to stay calm. But she was really angry!
Who in the world could write such a book? Is this person sick?
Disgusted, Jiang Yao threw the book aside, sat coldly for a while, and then looked over at Song Muyun.
Song Muyun seemed to be in a bad mood, her face was cold, and her beautiful fingers were clenched tightly as she stared blankly at something.
“Song Muyun?”
The person snapped out of it and looked at her in silence.
“We won’t read the books today. It’s not interesting. Can we go out? I’ll take you.”
Jiang Yao got up, sat down on the windowsill and asked her.
Song Muyun hesitated, nodded, then shook her head gently and said, “Others can go out, but I’m not sure if I can…”
She was a criminal’s daughter, after all, different from others.
Jiang Yao frowned, seemed to understand, got up from the windowsill and said, “You stay here. I’ll go tell the madam.”
Song Muyun nodded obediently. When Jiang Yao left the room, Song Muyun gracefully stood up, lifted her skirt and walked to the door, her eyes shining as she watched Jiang Yao’s figure gradually disappear downstairs.
She had been in this mess for too long without a trace of kindness. Even Jiang Yao’s occasional pity made her appreciate it.
Soon after, Jiang Yao returned, whip in hand, munching on pastries she had somehow acquired. She stood in the corridor, waving at Song Muyun, “Let’s go! You can come out. I’ll take you to play.”
The movement of the long whip in her hand might have made people think she was threatening the madam, but that had nothing to do with her. All she knew was that Miss Jiang wanted to take her out to play.
She was the first person to reach out to her since her downfall, to treat her so kindly, and to want to take her out to play.
Song Muyun tilted her head, smiled slightly, then picked up her skirt and ran over, stopping beside Jiang Yao and calling her “Miss Jiang”.
Jiang Yao took her to the busy market, a place forbidden to Song Muyun.
“Hey, two sticks of candied hawthorn, please.”
The candied hawthorn was ordinary in taste, but attractive in appearance. Each piece, a bright red hawthorn covered in a sparkling translucent sugar coating, looked enticing.
“Here, try it.”
Song Muyun held the candied hawthorn, her gentle gaze resting on it, and said softly, “This is my first time eating candied hawthorn.
Jiang Yao: ?
First time eating?
Was this candied hawthorn rare? Had no one ever bought it for her?
Jiang Yao suddenly felt at a loss, “Then eat more. After you finish, I’ll buy you more.”
Song Muyun gently agreed, lowering her head and carefully licking the sugar coating on the candied hawthorn, seemingly enjoying it.
Jiang Yao thought, maybe she should bring her a candied hawthorn every time they visited Moonlit Lane. How could anyone have never tasted candied hawthorn?
She couldn’t help but feel a bit soft-hearted.
While Song Muyun was still eating the candied hawthorn, a hand silently landed on her head, gradually applying pressure and then… gently rubbing her hair.
Her cheeks gradually turned red. The blue-robed fairy bit down on a piece of candied hawthorn, not daring to look up.
The number of times she had blushed in the past few days exceeded the sum of all the previous years.
Jiang Yao impulsively finished rubbing someone else’s head, feeling a little embarrassed afterwards. She put her hand down, her gaze flickering, she even wanted to slap her own hand. How could she touch the main character’s head so casually? What if the heroine thought she was frivolous?
She didn’t know why, but she did care what kind of image she had in Song Muyun’s heart.
“So, how about… I take you out to dinner?”
Jiang Yao’s eyes fell on a nearby restaurant, but she didn’t dare look at Song Muyun.
Song Muyun was also embarrassed. The water-like glow in her eyes shimmered faintly as she gently nodded, “Okay.”
Author’s Note:
Author: (Waving sleeves) Love, love!