Gold Medal Sweetheart

Tang Xin denied it in surprise, "I didn't buy this."

"This kind of food is better for dogs with pancreatitis, so your boyfriend bought it for the dog." The nurse nodded at Tang Xin, "You have good taste, my dear. Your boyfriend is both handsome and kind."

Tang Xin followed her pointing and looked at the man standing tall outside.

Even if there are ten thousand reasons to criticize him, it is a fact that cannot be denied that he is handsome, but the evaluation of him being kind is really debatable. Miss nurse, you really can't judge a person by his appearance alone.

Even if he is really kind, it depends on the person he is dealing with. Just like he said, he only intervened because Zhigang was sick, but he would not be so kind to her.

However, since he cared so much about Zhigang, Tang Xin naturally had no objection.

The infusion was over after a while, and Jin Taize picked up Zhigang and went home.

The car was silent. Looking at the small bag of dog food at her feet, Tang Xin knew that even though it wasn't very large, it cost several times more than regular dog food. Jin Taize had paid for Zhigang's entire illness, so the money had to be divided clearly. So, she hesitantly said, "Give me a bill for the medical expenses when you get back, and I'll pay you in installments. Is that okay?"

It's a bit embarrassing to say this, but there's nothing I can do about it. I made some money from clearing out the inventory at the night market last time, but later I bought a pregnancy pillow for Senior Sister Song. She bought the best of its kind in the mall at the time, and of course the price was also the most expensive, so when she was checking out, she secretly shouted in her heart that she would not be able to have children in the future.

"I'm afraid the debt cannot be settled. If you really want to pay me back, you can compensate me with your labor, or..." Jin Taize slowly turned the steering wheel and said in a soft voice.

Tang Xin thought his attention was focused on the road conditions, so she stopped talking and continued his question, "Or what?"

"Or," the car was parked steadily in the underground garage. Jin Taize turned his head to look at her. Her twinkling eyes were full of anticipation. He curled his lips slightly and said, "Pay with your body."

What did he think she was? He was secretly repairing his relationship with Miss Shao while having fun with her. So, when she heard this, she glared at him angrily and said, "I'd rather work hard to pay it back."

"Oh, fine," Jin Taize shrugged, looking nonchalant. "Then I'll owe it to you first and pay you back when the time is right."

A long time later, when Teacher Tang, who had been ravaged to pieces on the bed by someone, was still unsatisfied and asked by someone to do it again, she realized that the so-called labor compensation mentioned by the well-dressed Mr. Jin was not much more decent than sexual compensation.

Zhigang's illness had left Tang Xin with little time or energy to prepare for her lessons. Tomorrow was the day Principal Wang would be attending her class. Politics classes were relatively few per week, and the class Jin Taize had attended was the first one the first year of junior high. Since the class they were attending tomorrow was scheduled later, that was the lesson they were going to attend.

She had originally wanted to work on the content of this lesson in more detail during this period, but Zhigang's condition had just stabilized, so Tang Xin only had this one night to perfect her teaching ideas.

After a late night, Tang Xin had almost finished preparing for class. She stretched lazily as she left the guest room to go to the bathroom, only to find the study light still on. Jin Taize was staring at his computer, a serious expression on his face. He'd occasionally heard other voices speak, and he'd responded succinctly. So late, he was still holding a video conference with an overseas branch.

It is said that only office workers like her will live a hard life. However, completely different from what ordinary people imagine, she sees that people like Kim Tae-jae, who are under the halo of the president, are still working seriously in his own way.

I don’t know why, but I felt like I was injected with a stimulant, and my whole body was full of strength. At the same time, I started to think about the areas in the teaching design that needed to be revised.

The third class in the morning.

Tang Xin had already arrived at the classroom in advance and was waiting. A few minutes before class started, Principal Wang, the Dean of Academic Affairs, and the head of the political science department arrived at the classroom.