novellhall Chapter 50 Don't Cry
Chapter 50 Don't Cry
Weak, pitiful, and helpless.
This is Lin Jianlu's mental state from yesterday after waking up until this morning.
Actually, Chen Chen should be blamed for all of this. After all, if he hadn't suddenly decided to follow that cosplayer to see if the sword was made of iron or plastic, none of this would have happened.
But she still felt utterly useless.
Even now, she is still reflecting on and doubting whether the violent woman who brutally beat someone yesterday was really herself.
Logically speaking, she shouldn't have acted so impulsively.
According to her own plan, given yesterday's situation, once she realized what had happened, she should have immediately taken control of the person involved, secured the evidence, called the police, and sought maximum compensation for Chen Chen. She should have resolved everything perfectly in an orderly, composed, and decisive manner.
But in reality, it was Shoko Fongkawa who carried out all these actions, that glamorous and shameless woman whom she had never looked down upon.
And what about her?
The moment she saw Chen Chen bleeding, she couldn't care about anything else. At that moment, she was like a wet object driven into a butcher's nail, her mind filled with revenge and killing, wishing she could smash the brains out of that cosplayer who had died.
Sigh, she's still angry, still furious. She's so easily controlled by her emotions...
Of course, there was one more detail she could vaguely recall: she seemed to have heard a voice say, "The realm of maternal love has been activated."
Maybe it's a system error.
Damn it, from this perspective, she might very well be mind-controlled by the system! Otherwise, how could she be so impulsive?
Yes, that's right, it's all the system's and Chen Chen's fault!
As for her, judging from her cautious and careful nature and her gentle and polite attitude, she would never intentionally do something like hitting someone!
—The above is the result of Lin Jianlu's sleepless night of thinking.
But now, everything has changed.
She's really good at cooking, so good...
Even without the system's influence, she didn't know how to communicate with the police, let alone how to coordinate compensation with Shiraishi Mio. In the end, if Chen Chen hadn't seen the situation getting out of control and slammed his fist on the table to stop the argument, she probably would have ended up going to the detention center for her honeymoon with that guy.
If her grandmother found out that her usually gentle and virtuous granddaughter had ended up in detention for assaulting someone, she thought she might actually be driven to the brink of illness...
I'm so sorry, Grandma, I really didn't mean to hit you...
From this perspective, she really should thank Chen Chen.
"This hotpot is on you, but you're not allowed to tell Grandma when you get home that I hit someone."
At 11 o'clock, lunchtime, Chen Chen pulled me by the arm to a self-service hot pot restaurant.
Lin Jianlu plopped down, watching Chen Chen skillfully order, pick up the food, bring over the hot pot broth, and prepare her favorite dipping sauce—a 1:1:1:1:1/2 ratio of vinegar, sesame paste, scallions, and minced garlic—and place it in front of her. Then, she looked down and watched with Chen Chen as the hot pot broth in front of them went from quiet to gradually boiling and then bubbling away.
Then he spoke:
"Look how stingy you are, you even have to make conditions for a meal with me."
Upon hearing this, Lin Jianlu felt a sudden surge of grievance, her eyes reddened, and her voice became indistinct:
"You don't know anything! I heard that the police station provides lunch, so I could have saved money on a hot pot meal..."
Upon hearing this, Chen Chen was so angry that he laughed.
Damn it, she had no idea what the police station's mediation process was like, and almost got detained, but she knew exactly what it was about providing meals.
"Okay, okay, I promise I won't tell when I get back."
Chen Chen nodded, but then noticed the girl's hand.
"Then how do you explain your hands?"
"Ugh...slurp...how could you be so clumsy!" The girl sniffled, still arguing, "Just say you accidentally bumped into something!"
"What did you bump into?" Chen Chen tossed a plate of mutton rolls into the pot, and the bubbling, bright red broth instantly calmed down.
"Just make something up, why do you need me to come up with everything?"
Even though everyone could tell she was about to cry, she insisted on being stubborn and putting pressure on others. Lin Jianlu is such a troublesome woman.
But it's surprisingly cute.
"Gurgle..."
The girl's stomach rumbled again.
"Damn it! I'm starving! I'm starving! I want to eat meat!"
She yelled, raised her hand, and tried to grasp the chopsticks with her hand, which was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, but she soon had to drop the chopsticks because of the pain caused by moving her fingers too hard. She was so angry that she wanted to break the chopsticks.
But because her hands were not strong enough, she couldn't break the chopsticks. So she could only grit her teeth and stick the chopsticks into her cheeks, like a child, grinding them with her molars in resentment, making a crunching sound.
Oh my, this is so funny! This pitiful and silly look is a once-in-a-lifetime sight. Chen Chen really wants to take out his phone and record this scene.
But considering that this idiot was already furious, and if he took out his phone to take a picture, she might come over and bite the camera lens off, Chen Chen obediently lowered his head and covered his mouth, not daring to even laugh out loud.
Even so, he still underestimated the girl's madness at this moment.
He glanced up and saw Lin Jianlu hurriedly scooping the meat out of the pot with a slotted spoon and bringing it to her mouth to eat.
"Hey, wait! It's not ripe yet!"
"Why isn't it cooked! Why isn't it cooked?!" The girl threw the meat back, yelling and looking furious.
You're asking me? Who should I ask?
Chen Chen looked completely innocent: "Of course the meat needs to be cooked long enough to be done."
Upon hearing this, the girl could no longer contain her grievances and suddenly buried her face in her arms on the table, crying uncontrollably.
"Waaaaah... Why... Why isn't it cooked... Why isn't it cooked... Slurp... Waaaaah, I'm so hungry, I feel so awful from hunger, my head is spinning, I'm so angry... Waaaaah, I don't even want to cry, but I still want to... I can't even hold my chopsticks... Am I such an idiot? Waaaaah, I'm so scared of becoming an idiot... Waaaaah..."
"Oh dear, stop crying, please stop crying, everyone's watching..."
Chen Chen glanced around at everyone and saw that they were all a little unable to hold back, so he could only give them an awkward but polite smile.
Soon, Lin Jianlu was too exhausted to cry anymore, but she felt too ashamed to look up. She was also very hungry… but what good was hunger? She couldn't even use chopsticks; she hadn't eaten anything that morning. She could only continue to starve, until she starved to death…
She thought it would be better to starve to death; it was too shameful. She didn't know what was wrong with her; she had been very sad since yesterday and couldn't help but want to cry.
In other people's eyes, she might have gone from a cool, lone wolf to a stupid, crybaby—how embarrassing! She might as well be dead…
But at that moment, a gentle and relaxed "Ah—" suddenly rang out very close to her ear.
She timidly raised her head and saw the smiling boy holding two large, steaming pieces of meat, covered in sauce, reaching out to her.
Then, as if possessed, before she could even react, her mouth moved on its own, taking a bite and instantly filling her mouth with the aroma of meat.
Then she couldn't help but cry again.
"Waaaaah... It smells so good..."
"Stop crying, or I won't feed you anymore."
"Ah~ No, no... Waaah, I want to eat it..."
"Oh, okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry, come and eat..."
This scene quickly caused the diners nearby to freeze, their chopsticks in their hands, their faces contorted in horror.
Alas--
These two people...