After being reborn, the scumbag CEO begs me to remarry him every day.

Qiao Zhiyu was startled by her appearance and took half a step back.

But Lin An'an, who was in his arms, couldn't see the tense atmosphere around Tang Xia. He cried more and more sadly, and Lin Yiyue's eyes were also red and she felt extremely wronged.

The regrets from his youth made Qiao Zhiyu feel even more guilty towards the mother and son. Instead, he blamed Tang Xia: "How did you become such a shrew! Making a mountain out of a molehill. An'an is just a child. Would he hurt his own sister? Niannian is safe and sound, but An'an has scraped his knee!"

Tang Xia sneered, finding the words extremely sarcastic.

"Qiao Zhiyu, I remember I only had one child. Where did Nian Nian get an older brother?"

Lin Yiyue then stood up, tugged at Qiao Zhiyu's sleeve, and began her manipulative performance again: "Brother Zhiyu, please don't blame your sister-in-law!"

"It's also my fault. I know that my sister-in-law is emotionally unstable right now, but I still insisted on bringing An'an to visit. An'an is a boy, and he's very tough. Even if he falls and scrapes his skin, it won't matter. Of course, he's not as precious as Niannian."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Zhiyu immediately grabbed Lin Yiyue's shoulders and began to comfort her, as if his hair had been blown off.

"Yiyue, what are you saying? Besides, this matter is not your fault. You meant well. You are just too kind and take all the blame on yourself."

"Qiao Zhiyu!" Tang Xia, unable to contain herself any longer, pointed at the door and shouted angrily, "Get out of here!"

"Tang Xia, look at yourself now, you're acting like a shrew!" He turned around, holding Lin An'an in one arm and Lin Yiyue in the other, and left the ward.

Lin An'an was held in Qiao Zhiyu's arms, hugging his neck tightly.

His eyes were full of provocation as he looked at Tang Xia.

Tang Xia knew that a child could not possibly become like this on his own, which also showed what kind of ideas Lin Yiyue had been instilling in her son.

On the hospital bed, Niannian seemed to sense her mother's sorrow and began to cry as well.

But she was too small and thin; even her cries were not as loud as those of other babies.

Tang Xia hadn't shed a single tear, no matter how wronged she had been, but now she was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Niannian, Mom will protect you and will never let anyone hurt you again."

……

Since Lin Yiyue brought Lin An'an to provoke them last time, Qiao Zhiyu hasn't visited Tang Xia and Niannian in the ward for a whole week.

Not to mention Mr. and Mrs. Qiao, they didn't even offer a word of condolence.

Qiao Zhinuan, on the other hand, came twice.

But it was only so that Tang Xia could help her write her thesis so she could have time to go and chase after celebrities with her friends.

Tang Xia didn't recognize the group, but she had seen the video Qiao Zhinuan had shown. The boys on stage were indeed very charming, young, and full of energy.

"Sister-in-law, can't you write faster? The class representative needs to hand it to the teacher before noon," Qiao Zhinuan urged while eating the fruit delivered from the postpartum care center.

Tang Xia paused in her typing: "Since you knew time was tight, you should have sent it to me earlier."

Perhaps knowing she was asking for help, Qiao Zhinuan wasn't as harsh as before: "Sister-in-law, it's all because of Sister Yiyue. She said she would help me write it, but when I asked her for it today, she said she forgot. And last time, the teacher asked us to write an English essay. I thought that since she had lived abroad for so many years, her English should be very good, but when she handed it in, our teacher criticized her severely, saying that most of the grammar was wrong."

Finally, he added a flattering remark to Tang Xia: "Sister-in-law, you're amazing. Every time you do my homework, I get over 95 points. With that participation grade, I can pass even if I only get 30 or 40 on the final exam."

Tang Xia couldn't laugh at all.

But then she suddenly remembered something, and resumed typing, subtly inquiring about the situation from Qiao Zhinuan: "Is your school library planning to be rebuilt?"

"Yeah, why are you asking this?"

"You forgot, I'm also a student at this school. Isn't it normal to care about my alma mater?"

“That’s true.” Qiao Zhinuan didn’t suspect her. Instead, she took the initiative to talk about the news about the reconstruction of the school library: “I heard it from someone else. When the school proposed to rebuild the library, an old professor even made a scene in the principal’s office.”

"Why? Isn't this a good thing?"

"Yeah, that library is so old, it doesn't even have an elevator. It should have been rebuilt long ago. But that old professor said that the library carries the memories of his older generation. Isn't that ridiculous? He doesn't care about the lives of us students for the sake of his memories?"

When the old professor was mentioned, Qiao Zhinuan was quite dismissive.

But Tang Xia suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

These past few days, she hadn't made much progress while drawing the design, but now, she finally has a new idea.

She quickly typed a few words at the end and sent them to Qiao Zhinuan.

Then they started to urge him on: "Alright, you're done writing. Go back to school and hand in your homework."

"So fast! You're really amazing, sister-in-law! I'll ask you to write for me again next time!"

Tang Xia just smiled coldly and didn't answer.

I'm afraid there won't be a next time.

Tang Xia rubbed her aching back, but did not stop to rest immediately.

The old professor that Qiao Zhinuan just mentioned might be the breakthrough point for this bidding project.

She opened a webpage and began searching for information about the old professor and the old library.

She actually found some clues.

The old professor's surname is Sun. He is probably about the same age as the school. It is said that he has been teaching at the school since his father's generation. The old library was the last project his father participated in building. Not long after the project was completed, he passed away due to illness.

As people get older, they often develop a strong attachment to things from the past.

What he couldn't bear to part with was not only the library, but also his memories of his father.

Tang Xia immediately threw all her previous design drafts into the trash can and started from scratch.

This time, her thinking was exceptionally clear.

However, precisely because she was so focused, she didn't hear Qiao Zhinuan's calls, which came more than a dozen times.

Finally, he stormed into the ward and confronted her face to face.

"Tang Xia! Did you deliberately set me up? Do you know how important this assignment is to me? Now look what happened, the teacher said I plagiarized and is going to deduct all my participation points!"

Tang Xia calmly put away her computer, pretending she knew nothing.

"How could this be? Does that mean you'll need a perfect score of 100 to pass your final exam?"

These words broke Qiao Zhinuan's defenses.

She squatted on the ground and almost threw up all the fruit she had eaten at noon.

With her brains, she might as well just die if she gets 100 points!