The daily life of a crazy female supporting character trying to redeem herself.

Since Liang Qing last met Su Heng, apart from Chen Cuo calling to inquire about the situation, she has not heard any news about Su Heng again.

According to the system report, Su Heng's favorability rating has increased, although not by much, it is still a good thing for Liang Qing.

However, Liang Qing has no time to attend to him at the moment.

She was just one step away from winning over Song Zhiji, so she focused all her attention on him.

What Liang Qing found somewhat daunting was that, despite her growing closer to Song Zhiji and their increasingly relaxed conversations, Song Zhiji's favorability rating remained at 89%.

Liang Qing now understands that sometimes that final push is the most crucial.

In preparation for this step, she subtly and overtly brought up the matter of Song Zhiji asking her to go out with him, but he kept delaying in deciding on the time and place.

With the semester drawing to a close, Liang Qing had no choice but to use the excuse of moving to ask Song Zhiji for help.

It was already 6 p.m. when the last cardboard box was moved into Liang Qing's newly rented apartment.

"Zhiji, you've worked hard. I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

Liang Qing patted Song Zhiji on the shoulder, signaling him to follow.

Song Zhiji gently pulled her back from the doorway. "No rush. Let me help you pack your things before we go eat. That way you won't be so tired when you come back tonight."

Liang Qing shook her head in disagreement: "That won't do. You've already gone to a lot of trouble for me today. I'll pack these things tomorrow. Anyway, it's already the holidays, and I don't have to go to class tomorrow."

"Didn't we agree not to exchange pleasantries?" Song Zhiji walked over and put his arm around Liang Qing's shoulders from behind, pushing her in front of the cardboard boxes. "Alright, alright, stop trying to slack off, let's finish today's work today."

Liang Qing smiled helplessly as she watched Song Zhiji go to the kitchen to pour water and wash the rags.

If you really thought she was being lazy, you wouldn't have put in so much effort today.

Today was the day of the move, and he carried all the heavy items. At first, he wouldn't even let Liang Qing carry the small items. It was only because Liang Qing was embarrassed and insisted that it would be faster if the two of them carried them together that he reluctantly gave in. But Liang Qing could still see that he obviously sped up his pace so that she would have to exert less effort.

The two were busy, and by the time they finished tidying up, it was already 8:30.

"Now I can treat you to dinner, right?" Liang Qing said with a smile, handing Song Zhiji a glass of water.

"Of course." He looked at Liang Qing gently, took the water glass and drank a few sips. "What would you like to eat?"

"Silly you, of course I'm treating you to what you want to eat."

Song Zhiji chuckled twice, thinking to himself: What I really want to eat is the food you cook for me.

However, he would not ask Liang Qing to do anything for him. He hoped that Liang Qing would cook only if she wanted to, and not because he asked her to.

Even though he knew that if he asked, Liang Qing would cook him dinner no matter how tired she was, as long as he asked.

Song Zhiji opened his phone's navigation app and checked nearby restaurants.

"Then let's go to Hede Hall."

When Liang Qing and Song Zhiji arrived, they discovered that the shop was a three-story standalone building with very high-end decor.

As soon as they arrived at the door, the receptionist greeted them warmly.

Song Zhiji had made an appointment online, so he started talking to the receptionist.

At this moment, Liang Qing stood quietly to the side and waited. To pass the time, she admired the interior decoration of the restaurant. The first floor was already full of people, so Song Zhiji must have reserved a table upstairs.

"Liang Qing, we're on the third floor." After confirming the location number with the receptionist, Song Zhiji turned to Liang Qing and said, "Let's go up."

"Okay." Liang Qing nodded and went upstairs with Song Zhiji.

There were also many people on the second floor. When Liang Qing turned the corner, he glanced at the crowd and unexpectedly saw a familiar face.

While the other tables were bustling with activity, he stood out as the only person at his table.