Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s
Chapter 1248 - 1249: Giving Her Enough Trust

Chapter 1248: Chapter 1249: Giving Her Enough Trust

Meng Xinian recalled the magical cups painted by Chiang Xiao.

Chiang Xiao had told him that the effect was due to it being a "medicinal painting," with pigments mixed with medicinal herbs.

But what kind of medicinal herb could attract animals to come over willingly?

Even if the painting emitted a scent, how far could that scent spread?

At least he hadn’t smelled anything here.

Even if a rabbit smelled it, it wouldn’t just deliver itself to the doorstep for a bit of carrot scent, would it?

Regardless, it was all too magical.

He gazed deeply at Chiang Xiao, who sat there waiting for her prey.

She was so at ease, clearly certain that prey would come; she must have done this before.

Soon enough, he indeed saw several pheasants fly over, flapping excitedly toward the painting and pecking vigorously at the painted grains of rice.

The painting was already pecked through; logically, by now they should have realized those weren’t real grains of rice.

Yet those pheasants didn’t seem willing to let go and kept pecking.

Until Chiang Xiao repeated the trick and caught another two pheasants.

"We have pheasant meat to eat!" Chiang Xiao joyfully lifted a pheasant, then quickly looked in his direction and shrank her neck.

It was as if she was reminding herself not to be too loud, lest he hear the noise.

Meng Xinian had already quickly moved behind a tree by the time she turned around.

In that instant, he couldn’t quite explain why he was avoiding Chiang Xiao.

It was just that his feelings were incredibly complex.

At that moment, he knew that this time it wasn’t because his keen insight had caught another suspicious point about Chiang Xiao. This time, he had personally witnessed something unbelievable.

He felt he suddenly understood why Chiang Xiao, despite having so many doubts exposed by him, had never thought to come clean with him.

Perhaps her secret was too great.

Too unbelievable.

So profound that she dared not speak of it, uncertain of how to explain.

And at this moment, he also began to doubt his earlier decision.

Whether it was right or wrong to have her confess her secrets to him when she turned eighteen.

Perhaps there was even more to Chiang Xiao’s secrets?

If that were the case, asking her to confess might really be too much for her.

How much trust would it take for her to speak these words?

He first needed to ask himself if he had given her enough trust.

Chiang Xiao had already packed up her prey and was humming a song as she walked this way.

Meng Xinian moved swiftly and silently up the tree, watching her pass by.

He was hiding, and Chiang Xiao did not discover him.

In her basket, he saw no paper scraps.

And now that it was summer, she was dressed lightly, seemingly without any place on her to hide that painting.

After she had passed, Meng Xinian smoothly jumped down and walked towards the grassy area where she had placed the painting, only to find that the painting had disappeared.

By the time he had hidden behind the tree, Chiang Xiao had already packed up the painting, and he genuinely didn’t see where she put it.

On that patch of grass, he found a few small scraps of paper pecked out by the pheasants.

The scraps still had grains of rice drawn on them.

Meng Xinian took the scraps and brought them to his nose.

He smelled the faint, grainy aroma typical of rice.

If he hadn’t seen clearly that it was paper, that it was painted, he might have believed he was holding a real grain of rice.