She died tragically from late-stage cancer, but was reborn and pampered by a military officer!

After leaving the restaurant, the two did not go straight home. Jiang Moche went to a bookstore and selected some supplementary textbooks for Luo Yusheng to help her solidify her foundation.

When she got home, the sun was already setting. As soon as she entered the door, she heard sobbing coming from the living room, and she walked towards the source of the sound.

"Sheng Sheng said she would treat the whole class to dinner, but after I told everyone, she said she wouldn't."

"I know Sheng Sheng doesn't like me, but she can't treat me like this. That restaurant is so expensive, how can I afford it?"

Luo Yusheng walked into the living room, and Luo Zhengdong and Song Qianqian looked up when they heard the noise.

A light shone in the man's eyes, and he looked somewhat pleased.

He was only concerned because he had heard that his good daughter had actually started to study hard.

Song Qianqian glanced at her indifferently: "Sheng Sheng, why are you only just getting back?"

Luo Yusheng ignored her and went straight to sit down next to the man.

Song Qianqian looked more embarrassed, and her head, which was already hanging down, went even lower because of her disregard.

Such humility only made Luo Yusheng's behavior seem arrogant.

Luo Zhengdong knew his daughter wouldn't torment anyone; she must have her reasons for doing this. But he didn't want Song Qianqian to overthink it, so he told her he was going to give her the money.

Seeing him take out his wallet, Luo Yusheng smiled and said, "Dad, that's Ji Tingxiao's victory celebration. I have nothing to do with Ji Tingxiao, why should I pay for it?"

She rested her hands on her knees, a hint of coldness in her eyes.

Song Qianqian sat on the ground, trying to put herself in a subservient position so that Luo Zhengdong would soften his heart even more.

But as Luo Yusheng looked down at her, she suddenly felt awkward sitting on the ground. She tried to stand up, but Luo Yusheng reached out and pressed down on her shoulder, preventing her from getting up.

“If it’s your victory celebration, I can be merciful and pay for it. After all, you’ve always been spending my family’s money, so I don’t need it.”

This posture and these words were like needles, piercing Song Qianqian's self-esteem.

This bitch was reminding her that her status and position were worlds apart from hers.

The color drained from her face in an instant, leaving her deathly pale, which made her eyes appear even darker and larger. Luo Yusheng saw her own reflection in them, and the unconcealed hatred in Song Qianqian's eyes.

She's already suffered the pain and jealousy she caused, so she doesn't care.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Song Qianqian hurriedly lower her head to hide her overflowing anger, and thought to herself, "Is this all you can't handle? Compared to what you've done to me, it's not even a fraction of what you've done to me."

Upon hearing that it was Ji Tingxiao's victory celebration, Luo Zhengdong immediately put away his wallet: "Qianqian, that's Ji Tingxiao's victory celebration, how can we let Shengsheng treat us?"

Song Qianqian wanted to explain, but the man didn't let her continue. He just gently advised her, "I don't want to interfere with your friendships either. I can't even control Sheng Sheng."

Thinking that his own daughter did not speak up for Ji Tingxiao this time, he was relieved but also worried that Song Qianqian was being deceived.

"But I don't really like that Ji Tingxiao. You can continue to see him, but don't give him money."

Seeing her sitting stiffly on the ground, her face pale, he couldn't bear it and said a few more words: "We're sponsoring you because we want you to become an excellent person, not to pick up bad habits from people like this. Do you understand?"

Luo Yusheng picked up Xiaobai and turned to look at Song Qianqian. She knew that Luo Zhengdong's teachings wouldn't instill any conscience in her; otherwise, she wouldn't have helped Ji Tingxiao destroy the Luo family.

Thinking of her parents' fate and the pain she suffered in her past life, her gaze towards Song Qianqian became even sharper.

"Uncle Luo..."

Song Qianqian wanted to plead, but Luo Yusheng interrupted her: "Dad, I'm hungry, let's eat."

Luo Zhengdong smiled and told the housekeeper to prepare: "I heard you have a kitten, so I specially asked the kitchen to prepare some shrimp. I don't know if it will like them."

He patted the little white dog nestled obediently in his daughter's arms, and the two walked toward the restaurant.

Song Qianqian stood up, using the coffee table as support.

Her legs were numb from sitting for so long. She rubbed her knees, her face growing increasingly sallow.

She was about to receive the money when Luo Yusheng came back at this crucial moment and sabotaged her, leaving her with nothing.

The thought of her classmates coming to collect their debts tomorrow gave her a headache.

That damn little bitch, wait until she calms down, she'll get what's coming to her.

The next day, Song Qianqian arrived at school early and went to find Ji Tingxiao to discuss repaying the money.

They also embellished the story of Luo Yusheng preventing Luo Zhengdong from giving them money.

"Never mind her, paying back the money is the most important thing."

Ji Tingxiao reminded Song Qianqian to prioritize tasks.

Just as the two were anxiously discussing the matter, a classmate came up to them, smiling broadly, and asked, "When are you going to pay us back the money we raised yesterday? We don't even have money for lunch."

Luo Yusheng walked past the door and glanced at it.

The student who asked the question was the same one who had only paid one or two yuan yesterday.

She stopped in her tracks, and Jiang Moche, who was beside her, also stopped in his tracks.

"You haven't paid back the money yet? If you don't have money, don't show off!"

The students exchanged bewildered glances. They hadn't believed Luo Yusheng's words at first. But the money was supposed to be returned today, and when someone went to ask for it back, they hadn't gotten it back…

They don't come from wealthy families; what they gave them yesterday was just living expenses and pocket money. If they don't pay it back, they'll have a hard time in the coming days.

Countless suspicious and accusatory gazes fell upon Ji Tingxiao, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He couldn't stand it and immediately said sternly, "Do you think we're short of your money? We just forgot to take it."

Everyone's expression changed simultaneously.

Ji Tingxiao ignored them and walked up to Luo Yusheng with a stern face: "Who said I have no money?"

Luo Yusheng just smiled dismissively, not wanting to say anything more to him, and turned to leave.

Doesn't she know whether he has money or not?

Seeing that she wanted to leave, Ji Tingxiao's anger intensified, and he grabbed her arm and pulled her sharply.

Before she could react, her foot slipped and she lost her balance. Just as she was about to regain her footing, a strong arm hooked around her waist. After she regained her balance, Jiang Moche reached past her arm that was holding onto Ji Tingxiao and threw him to the side.

Ji Tingxiao hurriedly braced himself against the wall with both hands.

Once he regained his balance, he questioned Jiang Moche, his neck flushed, "What are you doing!"

Jiang Moche gripped his arm tightly, looking at his face contorted in pain, and slowly said, "Keep your hands and feet to yourself, or I'll take care of them for you."

After saying that, he took Luo Yusheng's wrist and led her away.

Luo Yusheng followed behind him, watching his back, and wondered curiously, "Why did he react so strongly?"