After rebirth, I gave up Bai Yueguang

When Su Jing looked up again, the clock on the table had already pointed to eleven o'clock. Time flies so fast when you're busy! She stretched her neck hard and stretched her body.

When she retracted her hand, she turned her head and saw that Jiang Yi had been lying on the table without blinking. His narrow eyes were staring at her without blinking. Such a direct look made Su Jing's breath stop.

After calming down, she asked unhappily, "What? Have you finished writing?"

"Well, the unclear part is here," he tapped a few places, his eyes blurred, and it was unclear whether he was daydreaming in space or about to take a nap.

"Are you sleepy?" Su Jing asked

"No, I'm thinking."

"What national affairs do you have to think about? You just eat and wait for death every day." Su Jing gave him a blank look and quickly looked away.

"Do you think I've been good today?" Jiang Yi suddenly smiled like an innocent child, as if the dog she raised in her previous life was holding a ball it had picked up and asking for praise, with its tail wagging like an electric fan.

Is he acting like a spoiled brat again? Su Jing was speechless. In his previous life, was he like this when facing other girls? She snorted.

"Actually, I just want to know how to make you happy."

"Tsk." Su Jing snorted, totally unconvinced.

"Really." Jiang Yi's voice was sticky, and Su Jing's breathing became faster again.

"Alright, alright, time to pack up and go to sleep." Su Jing stood up and quickly packed up the notebooks in front of her, wanting to escape downstairs. She didn't dare look at his face, fearing she would lose control if she looked too much.

It was torture. Emotionally, she was still fascinated by this man, but rationally, she knew better than to fall into this fruitless relationship. Su Jing went downstairs, making sure Jiang Yi hadn't followed her out before she let out a long breath. She didn't know what to do now. Was her decision to live here the right one?

With their hearts racing every day, the two of them had already lived under the same roof for half a month. Su Jing woke up early and made breakfast, while her aunt prepared dinner. Besides doing his homework, Jiang Yi would go to Su Jing's room to tidy up. After finishing, he would come out and scold her for being unwomanly and saying she would never get married.

Su Jing didn't bother to pay attention to him and let him go. Now that she didn't have to work at night, she spent all her time doing homework and practicing painting. Because of this, Jiang Yi was unhappy that she ignored him when she came home and often gave her a cold look.

However, he had Uncle Li buy a large drawing board and cleared a space for her in a corner of the study, where he hung large plastic sheets and various old bedsheets for her to shake the ink. Su Jing studied Chinese painting, and after dipping her brush in paint, she often shook it, causing ink to splatter all over the floor and walls. Young Master Jiang, a mysophobe, pondered this solution for several days.

He kept muttering to himself while cleaning up the ink stains that Su Jing spilled on the floor. Su Jing knew his personality and ignored him, letting him rant and rant, and still did what she had to do.

Su Jing never saw Jiang's mother because she went on a business trip on the first Friday she lived in his house.

When she was ready to meet Jiang's mother, she wasn't home. But today, when Su Jing was completely unprepared, Jiang's mother suddenly appeared. She had just come out of the kitchen with breakfast when the door opened. Jiang's mother had just arrived home from an early morning flight.

Their eyes met, and both were stunned. Of course, Su Jing knew her. After Jiang Yi passed away in her previous life, she would find a few days every month to accompany her for meals and outings, and she would accompany her to visit his grave every year. But Jiang's mother didn't remember her now. In her previous life, their only real communication was at his bedside. Before that, she was just one of his classmates, and she had only greeted him with "Hello, Auntie."

"Auntie, you're back." After a moment of stunned silence, Su Jing greeted Mother Jiang warmly.

In front of her was a girl who looked only in her teens. Mother Jiang was startled. She looked Su Jing up and down and said hesitantly, "Who are you?" She wanted to ask, "Are you the new nanny?" But Su Jing didn't look like a nanny at all, and her age didn't look like a nanny, but she happened to be making breakfast.

The only stranger who could appear in her home so early in the morning could be the nanny, it couldn't be... Mother Jiang thought of a certain word, cold sweat broke out on her back, and she simply called Jiang Yi's name.

"Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi, are you up yet?" Mother Jiang looked at Su Jing and called her son upstairs.

"Wake up," Jiang Yi said, yawning as he opened the door and stood at the doorway of his room in his underwear. "You're back so early, did you take an early flight?"

"Yeah, I haven't seen you in almost ten days, so I rushed back as soon as I finished work." Mother Jiang saw her son wearing only his underwear and quickly glanced at Su Jing. Fortunately, Su Jing didn't look upstairs and was putting breakfast on the table. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a young girl showed up at my house early in the morning and my son answered the door in his underwear. This was really wrong.

"Auntie, have you had breakfast yet?" After putting the food away, Su Jing said to Jiang's mother, "How about I make you another one now?"

The girl's unassuming attitude made Jiang's mother even more puzzled. She looked up at her son, then turned back to look at the strange girl in her home.

The girl was quite good-looking, tall and well-proportioned, with long hair and fair skin, a graceful demeanor, and a clear gaze. She looked about the same age as his son, and she didn't look like a nanny at all. But her familiarity with the home, her demeanor towards him and his son, seemed remarkably familiar and natural, as if she had been there a long time. She felt, even, like a family member. Yes, like a family member.

Thinking of this, Mother Jiang found it even more strange. She looked up at her son, who was lying on the second-floor railing in his underwear, rubbing his eyes with his butt sticking out. Mother Jiang wanted to get angry. This kid, wouldn't he bring a girl home to mess around while she's not home? But she also felt that her son shouldn't be that kind of person. Many girls have chased after them since he was a child, and he always kept a proper distance. Or maybe it was brought by his classmate who moved in? Is it that classmate's girlfriend?

Thinking of this, Jiang's mother was really angry. Who would live in someone else's house and not know how to bring their girlfriend there? No matter how good this student's grades are, he can't stay here anymore.

As for this girl, Jiang's mother glanced at Su Jing from the corner of her eye. She thought that for her to go to someone else's house to sleep over at such a young age, it was clear that her upbringing was seriously flawed. Thus, her first impression of Su Jing became "casual and disrespectful."

After sorting out the confusion for a while, Mother Jiang politely forced a smile at Su Jing and said, "Thank you, I ate on the plane." Then she turned around and her smile disappeared as she went upstairs and went straight to her son's room.

Seeing his mother coming up, Jiang Yi went to greet her with a smile, stretching out his arms to hug her. However, Jiang's mother didn't let him act like a spoiled child as usual. Instead, she reached out and grabbed one of his arms, dragged him into the room, and slammed the door shut.

Downstairs, Su Jing followed Jiang's mother upstairs. When she saw Jiang Yi with his arms open, ready to hug her mother, her eyes swept over his sexy and fancy briefs. Her breath stopped, and she quickly retracted her gaze and turned into the kitchen.

In this situation, she couldn't eat breakfast alone before the two people upstairs came down. She went to the kitchen, took off her apron, looked out, and then tiptoed quickly into her room.

Let’s read a book first. Su Jing patted her rumbling stomach helplessly and sat down at the desk restlessly.