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

All of this was caused by Luo Yusheng. When Ji Tingxiao saw that she still dared to appear in front of him, he was furious and grabbed her collar: "I have already warned you not to mess with Qianqian."

Seeing his fierce expression, the crowd worried that he might harm Luo Yusheng and wanted to help him, but Luo Yusheng shook off his hand first: "Mind your own business. You still have time to worry about her? Looks like you've paid off the debt?"

Song Qianqian stepped between the two and said, "Tingxiao, don't blame Shengsheng. I'm in frequent contact with you, so it's normal for Shengsheng to be angry. It's not her fault."

While seemingly siding with Luo Yusheng, they were actually using past emotional grievances to cover up this lip-syncing scandal.

She forced a smile, tears welling in her eyes, making her look pitiful: "It's better if we see each other less often in the future, after all, I'm still living in Sheng Sheng's house."

Ji Tingxiao felt heartbroken and reached out to wipe away the tears welling up in her eyes, but she dodged him.

Luo Yusheng found this melodramatic scene utterly uninteresting: "You talk as if he's some kind of treasure. You two should never be apart."

As she finished speaking and was about to leave, Jiang Lili, who appeared out of nowhere, blocked her path: "Luo Yusheng, don't think that just because your family has a little money, the whole world has to revolve around you."

She left the venue later than Ji Tingxiao and Song Qianqian, so she naturally knew that Luo Yusheng was using the prize money to do favors.

In her view, Luo Yusheng's actions were an attempt to win people's hearts, deliberately targeting Song Qianqian, and also to attract Ji Tingxiao's attention.

“Tingxiao is a rich second-generation, and he sees through all your underhanded tricks. That’s why he doesn’t care about you at all.”

Luo Yusheng smiled and looked at Ji Tingxiao: "Are you a rich second generation?"

Ji Tingxiao is certainly not; his status as a rich second-generation is just an illusion, bestowed upon him by Luo Yusheng.

He didn't know how to answer, so he could only evade the question: "She's right, I don't care about you at all. And don't do anything to hurt Xixi anymore."

Luo Yusheng narrowed his eyes, about to press for more information, when he changed the subject: "The math test is in a few days, you haven't forgotten our bet, have you?"

Thinking of the bet, Luo Yusheng felt that instead of wasting time on him, she would rather do a few more math problems.

She then glared at him and turned to leave.

……

Luo Yusheng has been studying very hard lately, even reading while eating.

Luo Zhengdong felt gratified but also heartbroken. He bought various tonics for Luo Yusheng and Jiang Moche, who came to his house for tutoring.

They bring home anything that's supposed to be good for their health, like cordyceps, bird's nest, ginseng, and sea cucumber.

This made Victoria Song extremely jealous.

That day, Jiang Moche finished tutoring Luo Yusheng after midnight.

"I'm so sorry, it's all because of me..."

"It's okay, I'll head back now."

Jiang Moche got up and was about to pack his things when he was interrupted by Wang Ma, who brought in the tonics.

"The gentleman said it's too late. If you don't mind, you can stay the night. I've already prepared a guest room."

Luo Yusheng lifted the lid of the stew pot, which contained ginseng chicken soup. She handed the portion to Jiang Moche and said, "Dad is right. Why don't we stay here and go to school together tomorrow morning?"

Jiang Moche hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

He took the stew pot from her hand, and the two ate a late-night snack together. Afterward, they went with Wang Ma to look at the guest rooms.

Song Qianqian was woken up by the sound of footsteps outside and wanted to go downstairs to get a glass of water.

However, as soon as she stepped out of the room, she saw Jiang Moche and Luo Yusheng walk into the guest room together.

She instantly snapped out of it, took out her phone, found the right angle, snapped a photo, and then quietly slipped away.

The photo doesn't show Wang Ma entering the room first; it only shows Jiang Moche and Luo Yusheng entering the room one after the other.

In the guest room, Luo Yusheng was completely unaware of anything amiss. Her gaze fell on Xiaobai, who was running and jumping on the bed, and she felt somewhat helpless.

Little White was at an age where it loved to play. She tried to pick it up, but it grabbed her hand, kicked a few times with its hind legs, and ran away.

"Xiaobai, this is not your bed."

Luo Yusheng tried to catch it, but it thought she was playing with it and ran to the other side of the bed.

Jiang Moche reached out his hand to Xiaobai, and Xiaobai walked towards him without hesitation, nuzzling his palm with its head.

This frustrated Luo Yusheng greatly. This was her cat, after all, and it wouldn't listen to her; someone else could just reach out and snatch it away.

She tried to grab Little White while she was away, but Jiang Moche stopped her: "Forget it, let it stay here."

He stroked the soft fur, listening to the kitten purr: "It really likes this bed."

Luo Yusheng withdrew her hand and stared blankly at Jiang Moche, who was holding Xiaobai.

The smile on his lips was unusual, and his gaze was very gentle, making him seem like a completely different person from his usual aloof self.

So he likes pets too?

She suddenly remembered that when he first met Xiaobai, his gaze seemed to have been fixed on it.

She stroked Xiaobai's head: "It usually sleeps with me. I don't know if it's because of its breed, but it's very clingy."

Little Whitey stretched out its paw, grabbed her hand, licked it twice, and then took a bite.

Kitten bites don't hurt much, but Luo Yusheng still pulled her hand back, gently patted the little head, and warned it, "Don't do parkour at night and disturb people's sleep, do you hear me?"

Xiao Bai looked defiant, turning his head away with an arrogant expression that made people want to laugh.

Luo Yusheng looked at Jiang Moche and said softly, "Good night, Jiang Moche."