The leader of the cultivation alliance has a crush on me.

After finishing speaking, Chu Tiancheng didn't wait for Song Ke to say anything more. He tidied up and prepared to leave. Looking at Song Ke, who was still standing there in a daze, he said, "What are you still standing there for? I'll take you home."

Song Ke walked to his side: "You were just discharged from the hospital and you're already going out? Aren't you going to rest?"

Chu Tiancheng looked at her intently, then smiled slightly, whether with pleasure or mockery, and said, "I don't have anything to do. I have a few clients to meet this afternoon."

"Also, let me remind you, contact Gu Qing less and don't provoke her."

Hearing this, Song Ke felt a strange sense of familiarity. This was more in line with Chu Tiancheng's character. He must have had a brain injury just now to be so kind to her.

"I understand," Song Ke said listlessly, but she was secretly delighted.

"Well, you don't need to see me off. I can go back by myself."

Chu Tiancheng gave her a probing look and remained silent for two seconds.

It's really strange, the clingy person isn't clingy anymore.

"up to you."

When Song Ke returned home, she ran into her mother, Ms. Su Qiong, who was eating melon seeds and watching a drama featuring a young male idol.

"How are you? Is Chu Tiancheng alright?"

Song Ke waved her hand dismissively: "It's nothing, they've all been discharged."

As Song Ma watched her go upstairs, she thought she was in a hurry and called out to her.

"What did you think about the job your father mentioned to you before, the one where you were supposed to work at Chu Tiancheng's company?"

Song Ke paused, then sighed, "Mom, what can I do at Chu Tiancheng's company? Can I cheer him on?"

"Besides, is our family going bankrupt?"

Upon hearing this, Song Ma quickly spat and looked up at her irritably: "Song Keke, can't you speak properly? When did our family go bankrupt?"

Song Ke smiled sweetly: "Mom, if we're not going bankrupt, why do you want me to go out and earn money?"

Song's mother looked at her strangely: "Song Keke, are you pretending with me? Who was it that said they wanted to cultivate a relationship with Chu Tiancheng? You went to work at his company, you know how advantageous it is to be close to him?"

“Look at you, with Chu Tiancheng’s attitude towards you, what kind of good life do you expect after you marry him? You’re so stubborn, you just have to keep pestering him. Your father and I can’t persuade you anymore, so your father came up with this reason for you. The old man from the Chu family also agreed. If you don’t go, don’t say that we, as your parents, didn’t support you.”

Song Ke felt a warmth in her heart as she listened. Song Ke Ke's parents were so kind; the whole family helped her pursue her husband.

However, she was about to subtly give up, but thinking about how Chu Tiancheng pursued Gu Qing in the book made her worry. Would he use the same old tricks? If so, it might all be for naught. No, for their happiness, she had to step in and support them.

If she goes to work, could she help him pursue her? After all, she has an omniscient perspective and knows best what Gu Qing likes and how the second male lead won her over.

Thinking about this, she felt she needed to make a plan. She smiled and waved to her mother, "Okay, I'll follow your arrangements."

Back in her room, she tried calling the system again, though she wasn't sure if it had crashed.

"Love brain."

“buibui~”

"Tsk tsk tsk~"

"Meow meow meow~"

"Are you there or not? Give me a shout!"

Unfortunately, the room was quiet. Song Ke sat on the chair in front of the dressing table, tapping her fingers on it. Her eyes were on the cosmetics on the table in front of her. She remembered that in order to please Chu Tiancheng, Song Ke had for a while tried to imitate Gu Qing's style, including her hairstyle, clothes and perfume. She even secretly created a fake account to check Gu Qing's daily activities.

Suddenly finding the contents of the table somewhat offensive, she got up and wandered around the room, looking for something. Finding nothing, she came out of the bedroom. Song's mother, who was just about to leave with her bag, saw Song Ke come out again and asked curiously, "Ke Ke, what's wrong?"

Song Ke glanced at her mother, then leaned on the stairs and smiled sweetly at her mother, "Mom, where can I find a box?"

Song's mother: "What do you need the box for?"

"Okay, let's pack some things."

Song's mother called the nanny out, spoke to her, and then replied to Song Ke, "You stay here, I'll have the nanny bring it to you."

"I have an appointment for a facial, so I'll head out now."

"Call Mom if you want anything to eat later, and Mom will buy it for you." After saying that, she added sternly, "But I won't buy you anything fried. Last time you got a pimple and cried for days. I can't stand you doing it again."

Song Ke watched as her mother, having finished speaking, strode out the door with a flourish.

How many days should I cry?

She remembered that she hadn't been able to face Chu Tiancheng for several days because of her acne, so she had to cry.

The next morning, she was woken up by knocking on the door. Her mind was still foggy, and she stared at the door with her eyes half-closed, weakly shouting, "I don't want to go on blind dates, I want to sleep, I'm so sleepy."

Mrs. Song knocked a few times but heard no response from the room. Just as she was looking puzzled, Mr. Song, dressed in a suit and tie, came downstairs and passed by. Seeing the situation, he said considerately, "Alright, let's go have breakfast first, and then we'll call her when we're done."

Mrs. Song looked worried: "If she finishes eating and then goes to the company, she'll be late. Being late on her first day won't sound good if word gets back to the Chu family."

Mr. Song came over with a smile and pushed Mrs. Song downstairs: "Don't worry, we won't be late. I bet Keke knows she's going to work at Chu Tiancheng's company today and is so excited she can't sleep all night."

When Song's mother thought about it, Song Ke had refused when she told her the news yesterday, looking doubtful before shaking her head.

Something just doesn't feel right.

After Song Ke finished getting ready, she went downstairs. Her mother was waiting in the living room and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her come down.

"Keke, wait for me."

Song Keke was still half asleep when her mother's voice startled her. She stared blankly at her mother, who was running into the kitchen.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Mrs. Song came out of the kitchen carrying two bags. With a painstaking expression, she handed over the bag in her right hand first: "This is your breakfast. You don't have time to eat it because you'll be late. It's all your favorite food."

Song Keke was stunned for a moment after hearing this, looking flattered, before realizing that this was not her mother, who had been relegated to the lowest rung of the family and had no human rights whatsoever because of her repeated failed blind dates.

This is Song Keke's mother, who dotes on her daughter.

Just because her name has one extra character.

The difference in treatment is like night and day!

Song Ke glanced at it, and just as she took the bag in her hand, she saw her mother hand her a bag from her left hand as well.

"Mom, um, you don't need to bring lunch, right?"

Mrs. Song chuckled and said, "Why not? You used to bring him lunch every time you went to Chu Tiancheng's company. Today is such an important day. Chu Tiancheng doesn't like you much to begin with. If you don't even bring him lunch, he won't feel your sincerity. Here, remember to say that you made it yourself."

Forehead…

There seems to be a plot hole here.

"Mom, the meals I brought you before, weren't they cooked by me?"

Song Ke stared at her mother with a tentative look and asked.