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

Luo Yusheng left the teaching building and saw the boy waiting for her under the banyan tree.

The shadows of the trees fell on Jiang Moche, adding a touch of everyday life to him and making him seem approachable.

She quickly stepped forward and suggested to Jiang Moche, "How about we go to my house for tutoring?"

But then she thought that Jiang Moche had only met her today, and she was already inviting him to her house, which was both bold and strange.

She quickly explained, "What I mean is, the school library is already closed..."

She was a little nervous and wanted to explain clearly, but her stammering only made things more awkward.

Seeing that she was flustered and unable to speak, Jiang Moche said, "It's okay, let's go to your house."

Luo Yusheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully he hadn't misunderstood.

Jiang Moche explained the questions very carefully, much better than Ji Tingxiao.

In the past, Ji Tingxiao would only tell her the formula and the answer, let her think for herself, and then he would go about his own business.

If she knew the answers, would she need him to tutor her? When she asked him questions, he became even more impatient and complained that she was stupid.

Now when she consulted Jiang Moche again, he explained it in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Gradually, she lost track of time, immersing herself in her studies. When she finally realized it was getting late, it was time for Jiang Moche to leave.

She watched Jiang Moche packing his schoolbag and tentatively asked, "Can I have tutoring with you every day? I can pay you."

After saying that, she found herself ridiculous. Jiang Moche wasn't Ji Tingxiao; he didn't need to rely on her tutoring fees to make a living.

He is not short of money.

But besides money, it seems she has nothing else to give him.

Just when she thought Jiang Moche would definitely refuse, he agreed.

"can."

He looked down at the draft paper on the table.

"He is very talented. He can solve many problems after just one explanation, and he can even apply what he has learned to other problems."

The only problem is that the basics are a bit weak.

Luo Yusheng was overjoyed that Jiang Moche had agreed, her eyes curving into crescent shapes: "That's wonderful."

She turned to look out the window, where raindrops pattered against the glass, leaving trails of water droplets: "It's raining. I'll have the driver take you home."

Jiang Moche did not refuse, and the two went downstairs together.

Song Qianqian appeared at that moment, and in the pouring rain, she was soaked to the bone.

The exquisite designer dress was stained with conspicuous streaks of dirt.

She entered the room in anger, but the moment she saw Jiang Moche, her features, which had been contorted with rage, instantly returned to normal, and her watery eyes stared straight at him.

But the words were spoken to Luo Yusheng: "Shengsheng, why didn't you wait for me? By the time I got back, there were no more late buses, and it even rained on the way, so I got soaked."

Luo Yusheng bluntly exposed: "You and Ji Tingxiao dawdled until the last bus was gone, and you still have the nerve to question me."

In her past life, Song Qianqian used excuses such as club activities to make her wait for her at the school gate.

Actually, she went to be all lovey-dovey with Ji Tingxiao.

"Sheng Sheng, what's wrong? The driver used to pick us up and bring us back together..."

Luo Yusheng immediately interrupted, "The driver was there to pick me up, what right do you have to blame me? You seem to have no idea who you are!"

She was standing on the stairs, and Song Qianqian had to look up to see her.

This subservient attitude made Song Qianqian very dissatisfied.

What's wrong with that bitch today?

She bit her lower lip, her eyes brimming with tears: "I just went to participate in a club activity, why did you say that Tingxiao and I were being affectionate?"

Large tears rolled down her cheeks and fell to the ground. She was dressed in thin clothes and looked extremely pitiful.

"Tingxiao and I are innocent. How many times do I have to explain before you believe me?"

She changed the subject, pulling Jiang Moche into the conversation: "Jiang, could you help me explain to Sheng Sheng?"

Jiang Moche ignored the other person's watery eyes and said coldly, "Then why do you hang out with him every day? And what is your relationship with him?"

Song Qianqian paused for a moment, the moisture in her eyes instantly dissipated, and her eyes reddened.

That wasn't because I wanted to cry, but because I was angry.

He's actually protecting that bitch Luo Yusheng.

Everyone in the school knows that she's a simp who follows Ji Tingxiao around like a puppy, being bossed around every day, yet he always stands by her side.

Just as Song Qianqian was about to speak, she saw a little dumpling jump out from the corner.

The milky white ball with a hint of gray startled her and made her scream.

When she finally saw what it was, she exclaimed in disbelief, "Where did this cat come from?"

Luo Yusheng stepped forward and picked up the kitten: "I asked the housekeeper to buy it."

She stroked the soft cat fur and moved closer to Song Qianqian.

Song Qianqian backed away, looking warily at the little white cat in her hand as if she had seen a monster: "What's wrong with you? You know I'm allergic to cat fur, yet you still keep a cat!"

Her eyes turned cold, and her questioning tone became completely unmistakable.

Luo Yusheng watched with satisfaction as she tore off her pretense out of fear, and sneered.

But that wasn't her real goal.

"This is my home. I can raise whatever I want. If you're not satisfied, then leave!"

After saying that, she hugged Xiaobai and said to Jiang Moche, "The driver is already waiting outside the door. I'll take you out."

Seeing Jiang Moche's gaze fall on the little white dog in her arms, she extended an invitation: "Want to pet it? Its fur is very soft, and it's very well-behaved."

Jiang Moche reached out and touched it. "It is indeed very soft."

When Luo Yusheng returned after seeing Jiang Moche off, she saw Song Qianqian sobbing as she made a phone call.

“I was just worried about allergies, but she’s right, this is her home.”

"I feel a little wronged..."

Every word reached Luo Yusheng's ears.

She knew who she was talking to on the phone.

She knew that person would definitely scold her.

Sure enough, just as she was about to carry Xiaobai upstairs, her phone rang.

My gaze fell on the phone screen; it was a call from Ji Tingxiao.

Song Qianqian, who was sitting on the sofa, looked over when she heard the noise, but quickly lowered her head when her eyes met hers.

Luo Yusheng saw it.

Song Qianqian smiled, but lowered her head only to hide her triumphant smile.

She answered the phone and put it on speakerphone.

As soon as the call connected, Ji Tingxiao's stern rebuke came through.

"Luo Yusheng, you knew that Qianqian was allergic to cat fur, so why did you buy the cat?"

"I've already explained to you that I don't have that kind of relationship with her. Why do you have to torment her? And why did you deliberately not wait for her! How could you be so vicious?"

"If anything happens to Sisi because of you, I will never let you off the hook."

The language became increasingly offensive.

Luo Yusheng sneered, inwardly mocking herself.

In her past life, what exactly did Ji Tingxiao possess that made her endure torment until her death?

"Luo Yusheng, I'm talking to you, are you deaf..."

The phone call was filled with unpleasant voices.

What can he do for her now?

What can a poor student who lives off her tutoring fees do to her?

Luo Yusheng said, "If you're unhappy, you can take her with you! Why are you yelling at me like that?"