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

Upon hearing this, Song Zhiji quickly stopped her, "You sit down, I'll go pour it."

Upon hearing this, Yan Su, who was already sitting on the sofa with half his buttocks on, froze.

Good heavens, why didn't you say so sooner?

But since you're already seated, standing up now won't do you any good; it will only make you stand out too much.

Yan Su smiled, his eyes narrowing into crescent shapes, looking very friendly. He patted the seat next to him and said, "Yes, Liang Qing, sit down and rest. Let Zhi Ji pour it for you."

Song Zhiji paused, suddenly feeling uneasy.

Yan Su acted as if he were at Liang Qing's own home.

Despite feeling unwell, he obediently went to lie down; he couldn't very well let Liang Qing, who was using crutches, do it.

Song Zhiji held two glasses of water, thought for a moment, and said, "Yan Su rarely comes over, so please don't be shy."

Yan Su scoffed inwardly. Who was Song Zhiji trying to impress with this act of being the master of the house?

He narrowed his eyes and smiled, "No."

Those two short words were a smile hiding a knife.

Song Zhiji unconsciously tightened his grip on the cup.

Yan Su's familiar attitude gradually amplified his unease, and he sat on the sofa, feeling somewhat restless.

Seeing that neither of them intended to speak again, Liang Qing spoke up at the opportune moment: "Zhiji, have you eaten?"

Song Zhiji had spent a lot of time dealing with his father's romantic escapades. He had just handed the matter over to Song Chengfeng when he rushed over, still hungry.

"I haven't," Song Zhiji said. "Did you like the food tonight?"

Liang Qing shook her head slightly and smiled, "I haven't eaten yet. I was thinking that if you came later, we could eat together."

Hearing that Liang Qing was waiting for him to come before eating, Song Zhiji was both happy and worried. He advised, "Don't wait for me next time. Being hungry for too long is bad for your stomach."

Liang Qing nodded slightly.

Yan Su watched the two of them showing concern for each other, his face growing increasingly pale, and a wave of nausea rising in his stomach.

He sneered inwardly, "What a hypocritical woman, is she tired of this same old trick?"

She couldn't help but chuckle to herself, "And why are all the men who fall for this so stupid?"

Song Zhiji was like that, and so was Qin Zhouyu in the past.

Seeing Song Zhiji happily get up to reheat the dishes, he became annoyed again. His eyes darted around, and he smiled at Liang Qing, saying, "Liang Qing, I haven't eaten yet either. Did you order a lot of food? Could you let me have some?"

After saying that, as if afraid of putting Liang Qing in a difficult position, she whispered, "If it's not enough, just pretend I didn't say anything. I'm fine."

His tone was one of utter disappointment.

Liang Qing: "..."

Song Zhiji: "..."

Seeing that Liang Qing kept her mouth shut and didn't speak, Song Zhiji assumed that she was torn between him and Yan Su. Little did he know that she was completely stunned by Yan Su's sudden "tea".

Song Zhiji said calmly, "I bought a lot, it should be enough for three people, but I'll have to cook more rice."

Hearing him say that, Yan Su had no choice but to steer the conversation toward him, saying, "Zhi Ji, you are such a good person."

Seeing Yan Su give him a "friend card," Song Zhiji's lips twitched, and he said awkwardly, "It's just a meal."

While Song Zhiji went to heat up the food, Yan Su and Liang Qing sat on the sofa chatting.

"By the way, Liang Qing, I haven't asked you yet, what happened to your foot?"

"I sprained my ankle while climbing the mountain."

"The doctor said it would take about a week, and five days have passed now. I should be able to walk normally in two more days."

Yan Su nodded and then asked, "You weren't scared just now, were you?"

While rinsing the rice, Song Zhiji listened to their conversation. When he heard this sentence, he felt something was wrong, so he looked up and asked, "What? Why was Liang Qing frightened?"

Yan Su covered his mouth, feigning surprise, and exclaimed, "Huh? You didn't know?"

Liang Qing: "..."

"What is it?" Song Zhiji asked, frowning.

Liang Qing was in a dilemma, unsure whether to tell Song Zhiji. She could tell that Song Zhiji was in a bad mood, but she didn't want her to worry, so she forced a smile.

Liang Qing felt that his bad mood wasn't entirely because Yan Su was stirring things up.

The reason he was so upset that he couldn't hide it was probably related to the noise she had heard on the phone earlier.

He was already in such a bad mood; if he found out that the delivery guy from the restaurant he ordered from had designs on her, it's hard to imagine how upset he would be.

While Liang Qing was still hesitating, Yan Su told her the whole story: "It was that the food delivery guy who saw that Liang Qing had difficulty walking and tried to grope her. I heard the noise, opened the door to check, and just in time to save her."

As soon as Yan Su finished speaking, Liang Qing saw Song Zhiji's body tremble slightly.

He glanced at Liang Qing, his eyes filled with deep remorse. He wanted to walk over to Liang Qing, but stopped halfway. Finally, he stood there and said to himself, "I'm sorry, Liang Qing, I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

Seeing that Song Zhiji was emotionally broken by him, Yan Su had no time to feel smug when he saw Liang Qing stumble over to Song Zhiji's side without even using a cane. He quickly comforted her, "Zhiji, don't blame yourself. This is not your fault. Nobody expected this to happen."

After all, not every food delivery person is a bad person.

Hearing her say that, Song Zhiji's mood didn't improve at all. When he came to his senses and saw her standing in front of him without her crutches, he felt even more guilty and helped Liang Qing sit back on the sofa. "Liang Qing, I'm sorry. Please sit down. I've already apologized to you so much. Don't hurt your foot because of me."

Liang Qing was both grateful and helpless: "Zhiji, I already said it has nothing to do with you, why are you apologizing to me?"

The fact that he remembered her foot injury when something happened at home and arranged dinner for her is already a rare and precious kindness.

Song Zhiji said dejectedly, "But if I hadn't failed to get here in time, you wouldn't have encountered this situation."

Song Zhiji regretted not calling Song Chengfeng back sooner so he could have come to find Liang Qing sooner.

If he had come by himself, there would have been no need to order takeout, and Liang Qing wouldn't have had to go through this.

Liang Qing comforted her, "Zhiji, that's not right of you. If I accidentally tripped and fell, would you blame yourself for not watching me all the time?"

Song Zhiji remained silent with his head down, seemingly still unable to forgive himself.

"Alright, stop blaming yourself," Liang Qing said with a smile, tugging at his sleeve. "Hurry up and finish cooking, then we'll have a good meal together."

Seeing Liang Qing acting coquettishly towards him, Song Zhiji knew she was deliberately trying to appease him. To reassure her, he perked up and said, "Okay."

Song Zhiji went back to the kitchen and busied herself with other things. During this time, Yan Su strangely didn't say anything.

Liang Qing glanced at him secretly and found that he had a sullen face and seemed to be thinking about something.

When the meal was ready, Song Zhiji went to call him, and he returned to his easygoing self.