The Main Characters Won't Stop Pampering Me!-Chapter 98: Lunch Break

"Yuanying, darling, look at the Gothic Deconstruction! You can only understand the aesthetic purpose of the whole structure if you mentally dismantle the component geometry! Isn’t that fascinating, Mr. Shen?"

The whisper was loud enough to be heard but framed as an innocent, appreciative commentary on her own reading material. It was a perfect plausible deniability.

Mr. Shen chuckled, pleased by Huaijin’s intellectual curiosity. "Indeed, Miss Huaijin! That’s an excellent parallel. The architects of the Gothic era certainly had an intuitive grasp of geometry."

But the message had reached Yuanying.

’Dismantle the component geometry.’ Yuanying looked back at the tessellation problem.

She realized she didn’t need a single formula; she needed to mentally break the shape into simple triangles and squares.

She immediately lowered her pen and started sketching the components. Five minutes later, she had the correct answer.

She looked at Huaijin, who was back to staring intently at a drawing of a Renaissance courtyard. Yuanying mouthed a silent, surprised "Thank you."

As the lesson continued, Huaijin settled back into her observation role. She wasn’t just interested in their performance; she was interested in their comfort.

She deliberately leaned her weight against Yuanying’s chair, creating a subtle, physical connection.

It wasn’t a demanding, clingy hug like she gave her father, but a constant, low-level physical affirmation. ’I am here. You are not alone.’

Yuanying, initially tense, slowly began to relax. The presence of her tiny, silent cousin, who was currently reading a gigantic book and occasionally murmuring something profoundly intellectual about structural integrity, became an emotional anchor.

The pressure of her father and the scrutiny of the tutor seemed less potent with Huaijin’s small, solid presence against her.

Chi Song, observing the dynamic from across the table, noticed the change. He watched his sister relax, her pencil grip loosening.

He looked at Huaijin, who was utterly absorbed in her book. Song, the silent observer, didn’t understand the complex psychological maneuvering, but he understood the outcome.

His sister was less stressed, and the little girl had somehow caused it. His initial neutral assessment of Huaijin began to shift, tipping cautiously into the territory of a beneficial entity.

Finally, two hours into the session, a chime sounded, the bell for the break.

Mr. Shen closed his textbook. "Excellent work, both of you. Yuanying, your historical recitation was perfect, and Song, your economic analysis was exemplary. You may take a short break."

Yuanying immediately grabbed Huaijin’s arm, her face alight. "Huaijin, you are a genius! I didn’t think of breaking it down! That Gothic thing worked!"

"Of course it worked," Huaijin said with a smile, allowing herself a moment of deserved pride. "All systems, whether political or architectural, rely on the integrity of their component parts."

Chi Song approached them, his expression as solemn as ever, but he did something unexpected: he took the heavy Comparative European Architecture book from Huaijin’s small hands and placed it back on the shelf with quiet reverence.

"That book is too heavy for you, Huaijin," he said, his voice low and matter-of-fact. "You should read something lighter."

It wasn’t a command; it was an act of quiet, unsolicited protection. The protective streak was real.

Huaijin smiled up at him, a genuine, warm smile. "Thank you, Big Brother Song. That’s very kind of you."

The three children gathered their belongings, the comic books Huaijin had gifted earlier, and headed out for their "strategic lunch break."

The plan was simple: get Yuanying and Song out of the Manor’s oppressive atmosphere, let Yuanfeng join them outside the gates (maintaining the pretense of leaving the Manor for a more affordable, external lunch), and most importantly, work on the picnic strategy.

As they walked toward the meeting point, Huaijin started outlining the next phase of Operation: Picnic Perfection.

"The key is to present your father with a non-negotiable, pre-approved logistical plan," Huaijin instructed, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "We need to make his participation seem like an essential, minimal-effort strategic move, not an emotional obligation."

Yuanying was hanging on her every word, her previous desire to outcompete Huaijin replaced by a profound respect for her strategic acumen.

"We tell him we need him to come simply to sign the required forms and to hold the supplies, and that you and Song will handle the entirety of the ’bonding’ and ’fun’ requirements," Huaijin continued. "He only has to show up. Minimal effort, maximum relational benefit."

Chi Song, walking silently beside them, nodded once. "That might work. He responds well to efficiency reports."

Huaijin inwardly cheered. The alliance was holding. She had successfully turned the tables: the future villainess was being steered by the reborn extra, and the silent rival was now an active participant in her plans.

The picnic was more than an outing; it was the next step toward rewriting a tragic future.

The "strategic lunch break" was less a break and more a high-stakes culinary mission for Chi Huaijin.

They had secured a quiet, sun-drenched private conservatory near the Manor’s eastern wing, a small, glassed-in space usually reserved for delicate orchids, perfect for their purposes.

Luo Ming, the object of Yuanfeng’s silent, simmering jealousy, had personally overseen the arrangement, laying out a truly spectacular array of light pastries and cakes.

The table was an edible masterpiece: tiered stands of miniature cheesecakes, delicate fruit tarts that glittered like jewels, and perfect, fluffy cream puffs.

All of it was personally prepared by Butler Luo Ming, who, it turned out, was a master confectioner in addition to being effortlessly handsome and efficient.

For Huaijin, who spent most of her time maintaining the ’poor scholar’ façade with her father, this kind of opulent, sugar-laden feast was a rare and necessary indulgence.

All strategic planning, future villainess deterrence, and subtle surveillance were immediately demoted to the highest priority: the efficient consumption of Butler Luo Ming’s handiwork.

Huaijin was meticulously working her way through the variety of cakes, using a tiny silver fork with surgical precision.

She meticulously tracked the optimal path across the table, ensuring she sampled every flavor before any were fully depleted.

She had already successfully consumed a lemon curd tart. She was halfway through a triple-layered chocolate mousse cake, her cheeks puffed out slightly, giving her the appearance of an incredibly focused, tiny hamster.

Yuanying and Chi Song, meanwhile, were quietly opening the rare-edition comic books Huaijin had gifted them, occasionally murmuring over a particularly dramatic panel.

They were mostly content to watch Huaijin’s intense dedication to the desserts.

Despite the high priority of the confectionery, Huaijin’s strategic mind wasn’t entirely dormant.

Even as she focused on the perfect ratio of sponge to cream, her peripheral vision was fixed on Chi Song.

The suspicion of his current calm and his past behavior still strongly gripped her. In the final, devastating years of her past life, Huaijin clearly remembered the two siblings, Yuanying and Song, becoming estranged.

Song had suddenly given up on protecting Yuanying, retreating into an almost monastic indifference, which coincided tragically with Yuanying’s descent into reckless, destructive behavior.

’Why did he give up so quickly?’ Huaijin pondered, carefully scraping the last remnants of lemon curd from the silver fork.

’He was so close, so overtly protective of her during this childhood period, despite his taciturn nature.’

Was it something that caused Chi Song profound personal loss, a failure so great that it was caused by Yuanying?

Or was it something else entirely, a realization of Yuanying’s flawed character, a deeper conflict tied to their family’s succession pressures, or even a hidden loyalty to another party?

In the original timeline, their estrangement was a mysterious but critical step in Yuanying’s isolation.

Huaijin didn’t know the reason, but she would surely find out in this life.

His current calmness, his quiet loyalty to his sister’s happiness, and his unnerving ability to be perfectly neutral around everyone else made him the most fascinating and potentially dangerous enigma at the table.

’It’s fine for now,’ Huaijin decided, picking up a strawberry cream puff. ’For now, he cares. That’s enough to stabilize Yuanying. I will observe him. His silence is a clue I can decipher.’

Huaijin was so engrossed in her mission, the perfect consumption of a particularly fragile almond tuile, that she almost forgot the external world existed.

It wasn’t until she heard the distinct, deliberate sound of a dry, throat-clearing cough that she remembered she wasn’t alone.

Grandpa Chi, the Chairman and patriarch of the formidable Chi family, was seated across the table.

Yuanfeng hadn’t been tricked; he had been meticulously sent away.