After I died, I became the white moonlight of the crazy villain.

After hearing the maid say that my parents had argued because of Li Yaqin, I felt a little confused.

After I went upstairs, my parents, who had been arguing, suddenly stopped talking. My mother seemed to be sulking and turned her head to the side.

Feeling puzzled, I couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Mom and Dad, what's wrong?"

When my mother heard my voice, her eyes instantly reddened, as if she had been wronged, and I felt a pang of sadness in my heart.

At the same time, my mind was in a bit of a mess. Bian Jiahui suddenly appeared in the mental hospital, but as far as I know, Li Yaqin doesn't have that ability unless someone else helps her.

The words Song Chenhao said kept lingering in my mind, and the more I thought about them, the stranger they seemed to be.

"Mom and Dad, I heard you had a fight because of Li Yaqin. What exactly happened?"

My mother seemed to be losing her composure. She opened and closed her mouth two or three times before finally speaking with a nasal tone, "Your father secretly found a place for Li Yaqin to stay. Her daughter almost harmed you, and he actually went to help her."

My mother's eyes were filled with anger, and she was extremely dissatisfied with this matter. The two of them, who usually never even argued, were now arguing about it.

My heart skipped a beat, and an indescribable feeling spread through me. I looked up at my dad, my voice tinged with doubt and disbelief, "Dad, what's going on?"

My dad had a stern face. When he looked at me, his eyes flickered slightly before he spoke, "You're still a child. You don't understand adult matters. Jia Hui is just bewitched. Li Yaqin has worked for our family for so many years. She has no intention of harming you. If you really end up on the streets, people outside will not have a good opinion of our family."

My dad told me earnestly that to run a company well, not only do you need decision-making ability, but your reputation in the outside world is also very important.

Sometimes reputation can be very useful.

Although there was some truth to what my dad said, for some reason, I still felt a little suspicious.

Even if this matter gets out, it's Li Yaqin and her daughter who are the ones who wronged our family first. Why should our family keep making concessions because of this?

I don't want to bring up these questions for now, lest my parents argue even more. I can only try to persuade my mother that Li Yaqin's daughter has been admitted to a mental hospital and she is all alone outside, looking very pitiful.

Consider this the last bit of affection our family can show.

My mother's mood didn't improve much after hearing what I said. She held my hand and said that she was worried about me and afraid that I would feel heartbroken if I found out about this.

I could only comfort her, saying that I didn't take it to heart. Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. Even if I wanted to vent my anger on someone, I would only go after Bian Jiahui, not her mother.

Although the argument is over, it still leaves a thorn in my heart.

However, the college entrance examination is about to begin, so I can only have someone keep an eye on the situation at the mental hospital and report to me every few days.

I've devoted most of my energy to studying. I had regrets in my past life, but I can finally make up for them in this one.

As soon as I stepped out of the school gate after the college entrance examination, Ge Zeyu asked me how I did. I smiled and replied, "I think I did pretty well. I shouldn't have dragged you down."

Ge Zeyu snorted, his face showing a matter-of-fact expression, "I've tutored you for so long, if you still can't get into the same university as me, then you're just embarrassing me."

"Yes, thanks to you." As I said this, I remembered the promise I made to him last time, and I took him to the ceramics shop near my house.

Seeing our warm welcome, I expressed my desire to make a pair of ceramics myself. The shop assistant explained the basic steps to us, left the tools behind, and then left.

Only Ge Zeyu and I were left in the room. The clay in my hands kept changing, but it didn't quite match my expectations.

A gust of wind blew, and a stray strand of hair landed in the corner of my eye. I rubbed it uncomfortably, but couldn't get it away. I turned to Ge Zeyu and said, "Help me."

He walked over and glanced at me. I turned my head to show the strands of hair on my face. "My hair is itchy. Tie it up for me."

As I spoke, I raised my hand, which was covered in clay. I couldn't do it myself at all, so I had to trouble this young master.

"You're so stupid!" Ge Zeyu complained as he walked behind me. When he grabbed my hair, I could clearly feel his fingers pause slightly.

I turned my head, a little puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing!" he said, as he hurriedly began to gather my hair together. Perhaps it was his first time doing something like this, as he seemed quite flustered.

Moreover, he pulled my hair two or three times, causing a sharp pain in my scalp. "Ge Zeyu, you're asking me to tie my hair, are you trying to kill me?"

I thought this young master would argue back after I finished speaking, but he didn't say anything until I complained a second time, at which point he became a little impatient and told me to be patient.

"It's just tying my hair up, it's no problem for me at all, don't touch anything!"

He says it's not a problem, but his words will only be convincing if he can become more skilled with his hands.

After a while, his hair was finally tied up. As soon as he let go, I felt the tied hair loose and floppy.

Ge Zeyu sat down and glanced at me, his ears turning bright red, but he spoke with such self-righteousness, "Your hair is too frizzy. You should get it treated more often, otherwise I would have already tied it up for you."

I took a deep breath and looked at his arrogant expression. Suddenly, a mischievous thought popped into my head. "Ge Zeyu, don't move. There's something dirty on your face."

I spoke with feigned seriousness, and he believed me and didn't move. I immediately used my hands, which were covered in clay, to quickly wipe his face.

His once arrogant face instantly turned into a mess, making him look like a prince who had fallen on hard times and become a beggar.

He usually has a haughty and taciturn demeanor, so this was the first time I'd seen him so lively, and I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Ge Zeyu was stunned for several seconds, then seemed to realize what was happening. He reached up and wiped his face, then turned his head. His long, narrow, and intelligent eyes suddenly widened. "Jiang Wanying!"

He called my name loudly, reached out and touched the clay he disliked, and disregarding his usual fastidiousness, rushed towards me.

"I think you've gotten too cocky!"

I saw him come over and quickly dodged to the side. As the shelf spun around several times, he swiftly grabbed my collar, pinned me against the wall, and slapped the fabric across my face.

I screamed and fought back. After a while, when we were both a little tired, I looked up and my lips accidentally brushed against his earlobe. For a moment, we both froze.