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

"Zhou Yu, are you listening?"

Kang Ruoxi's words snapped Qin Zhouyu out of his reverie. He rubbed his temples and said, "Aunt Kang, I feel a little dizzy and want to rest for a bit."

He added at the end, "I won't be angry with the governor, don't worry."

Seeing that he was really not feeling well, Kang Ruoxi said, "Then Auntie won't bother you anymore. You should get some rest."

"Ah."

As the door closed, Qin Zhouyu sat back down on the bay window, his eyes filled with loneliness.

If he hadn't talked to Liang Qing and kept his distance from her, would he not have fallen in love with her and would things not have turned out this way?

But how could he possibly decide everything? From the moment he involuntarily asked her if she wanted him to play a tune, everything had already gone awry.

He couldn't bear to be separated from her, so he stayed in China and went to the same university as her. But now, he still has to go abroad.

Qin Zhouyu looked out the window and laughed self-deprecatingly: "I never thought that in the end, everything would come full circle."

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"Thank you for bringing me back." Liang Qing sat in her wheelchair.

She was discharged from the hospital early this morning. She originally only planned to use a cane, but Song Zhiji insisted on arranging a wheelchair for her because he was worried she would fall.

Liang Qing couldn't persuade him otherwise, so she had no choice but to let him go.

Song Zhiji put some of the food he had bought into the refrigerator in the kitchen, then came out and instructed, "You need to eat lighter meals these days. Most takeout food is oily and seasoned. Your leg is injured, so it's inconvenient for you to cook. Therefore, you will be responsible for your meals for me while your injury is still healing."

"Thank you, Chef Song."

Song Zhiji blushed slightly and said, "Don't make fun of me. I only recently learned how to make it, so please don't blame me if it doesn't taste good."

"I'm so grateful to you, how could I possibly blame you?"

"Don't be so polite with me. You've treated me to meals many times before, so it's rare for me to have the opportunity to repay you."

After helping Liang Qing with some daily chores, Song Zhiji returned home.

Yan Su heard the commotion next door early in the morning. Looking through the peephole, he realized that Liang Qing had returned and sprained her ankle.

For several days in a row, an hour before each meal, the doorbell of Liang Qing's house would ring, so that Yan Su knew who it was without even looking.

Yan Su really didn't expect Song Zhiji to go to such lengths for Liang Qing.

The saying "not turning back until hitting a wall" doesn't seem to apply to Song Zhiji. He not only doesn't turn back until hitting a wall, but he keeps hitting it and even enjoys it.

Because of a foot injury, Liang Qing couldn't go out for the time being, so she had to put aside her plans to win over Su Heng and stay home to draw her competition entries.

When Song Zhiji arrives, we can chat with him and deepen our relationship.

However, Song Zhiji was unusually late for dinner tonight, which not only puzzled Liang Qing but also Yan Su, who was reading a book across the hall.

He glanced at his watch, then at his phone, and realized it wasn't his watch that was broken, so he continued reading.

Liang Qing was worried that something had happened to Song Zhiji, so she called him several times, but he didn't answer.

After more than ten minutes, I received a call back from Song Zhiji.

The noise on his end was deafening, mixed with the sounds of breaking porcelain and a woman cursing. Liang Qing had to listen very carefully to hear what he was saying.

His voice sounded tired. "Liang Qing, I'm sorry, something came up at home. I need to take care of it before I can come over. I've ordered food from a restaurant to be delivered to your door. Please eat first when it arrives. I won't be able to finish things here in a while."

Liang Qing couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Zhiji, are you alright over there?"

Hearing her concern, Song Zhiji's tone softened a bit, "I'm fine, it's just a little troublesome. Don't worry about me, take care of yourself, I'll talk to you later when we meet."

There was another sound of shattering glass on the other end of the phone, and then the call was cut off.

Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang outside, followed by a shout: "Hello, delivery!"

Liang Qing's foot is much better now, but she still needs to use crutches to walk.

When she opened the door, she saw a young man carrying a large bag with the restaurant's logo on it; it was indeed the takeout that Song Zhiji had ordered.

After Liang Qing finished ordering takeout and thanked the customer, she was about to close the door when a hand blocked her way.

The young man gave a lewd smile and said in a flippant tone, "Beautiful lady, I've been delivering this all the way here and I'm thirsty. Let me in for a drink of water, please."

Seeing his rudeness, Liang Qing's face darkened, and she said sternly, "You'd better let go of me, or don't blame me for being impolite."

The young man clearly didn't take Liang Qing's warning seriously. He was already somewhat tempted by Liang Qing's youth and beauty, and when he saw that her foot was injured, he became even bolder.

Liang Qing felt the force with which he pulled the door increasing, and glared at him angrily.

His filthy gaze swept over her more and more brazenly, and his words became increasingly vulgar, "Beautiful lady, you're even more beautiful when you're angry! How rude do you want to be to me? I'll take it all. Let me in, and I'll treat you well!"

Liang Qing was disgusted by him and quickly told Xiao Qi, "Xiao Qi, make this scoundrel pass out by falling, then call the police for me."

Xiao Qi was thrilled that its host finally needed it again and quickly replied, "Yes, host!"

This time, it's determined to show its host its performance!

Before it could even make a move, the door opposite opened, and the person who came in grabbed the thug off the door and then threw him to the ground like trash.

The sudden turn of events surprised both of them. Liang Qing and the system were astonished by Yan Su's unexpected appearance, while the rogue was surprised that a "Cheng Yaojin" had suddenly appeared and ruined his plans.

The thug scrambled to his feet and glared at Yan Su, saying, "Where did this brat come from! Mind your own business, and get out of here if you know what's good for you."

Yan Su was reading a book when he heard the doorbell ring, but he didn't think anything of it and assumed that Song Zhiji had come.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out. Looking through the peephole, she saw a man trying to force his way into Liang Qing's house. Without thinking, she opened the door and pulled the thug off.

Seeing that this thug still didn't back down and even dared to threaten him, he felt even more disgusted with him, thinking, "He's courting death!"

After saying that, he raised his leg and kicked the thug hard in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

The thug lay on the ground, the pain in his chest making him gasp for breath.

Yan Su slowly walked up to him, treating him as if he were an ant.

His gaze at the thug was incredibly sinister, but his tone was nonchalant. "I think I just heard you say that you accept whatever rudeness I give you, is that right?"