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

Ji Tingxiao hung up the phone in anger.

This was within Luo Yusheng's expectations. Right now, Ji Tingxiao can only express his feelings verbally; if he were to actually make a commitment, he wouldn't agree.

Little Bai was playful and didn't stay in Luo Yusheng's arms for long before jumping down and running off to play.

In the middle of the night, the heavy rain had stopped, and only a few floor lamps were lit in the living room. Little White ran out from under the sofa and pounced to grab its shadow on the floor.

Just as it pounced on its own shadow for the third time, the shadow enveloped it.

Song Qianqian quickly grabbed it, lifted it by the belly, and walked towards the door, muttering curses under her breath.

The little white dog was hurt by the scratch and cried out, its fur standing on end.

The shrill cry startled Song Qianqian, and she instinctively covered its mouth: "Damn little beast, what are you yelling about?"

The moment Xiaobai covered her mouth, she fought back fiercely.

She let go in pain.

"No wonder she raised such a vile beast."

Looking at the bloodstains on her palms and the backs of her hands, Song Qianqian had the urge to skin and dismember them.

She knelt beside the sofa with a terrifying expression, reaching out to grab Little White, who was hiding under the sofa. Just as she was about to grab Little White...

Luo Yusheng stood on the steps and asked her, "Why are you kneeling?"

Her gaze swept across the sofa, and she had some guesses in her mind. She quickly went downstairs, pushed aside Song Qianqian who was kneeling beside the sofa, and looked under the sofa.

Little White was huddled in the corner, its eyes wide open, its fur bristling and its back arched, looking ready to attack.

She sat up straight and caught a glimpse of the bloodstains on Song Qianqian's hand and the tuft of white fur on her sleeve, and she understood what had happened.

It turned out that the scream she had just heard wasn't a hallucination; it was real.

Song Qianqian didn't expect her to come down in the middle of the night, and seeing her staring at the bloodstains on the back of her hand, she quickly came up with an explanation: "Sheng Sheng, what kind of cat did you buy? It's so fierce!"

She showed Luo Yusheng the scratches on her hands: "I came out and saw it lying at my door. I thought it was hungry and wanted to feed it some cat food, but it scratched me. Such a fierce cat should be sent away!"

Luo Yusheng wasn't buying into that pitiful act: "You can't even handle this? What if I raise dogs, foxes, and snakes in the future? Will you be able to handle it?"

Song Qianqian's eyes widened. She actually had to support so many disgusting beasts! How could she continue living in this house? Was she forcing her to leave?

Luo Yusheng lured Xiaobai out with snacks and held it in her arms, meeting Song Qianqian's undisguised resentment: "If you're unhappy, move out, otherwise I won't be responsible if you get bitten."

After saying that, she went upstairs and ignored them.

Song Qianqian picked up an antique ornament next to the sofa, wanting to smash it, but looking at the exquisite celadon pattern on it, she ultimately didn't have the courage. She could only return to her room in frustration and vent her anger on her pillow.

……

Song Qianqian's injury was on the back of her hand, which was easy to see. Most of her classmates saw it the next day and asked her what happened to the injury on the back of her hand.

Her eyes filled with tears when she mentioned it: "Sheng Sheng had a cat, and the cat didn't like me very much."

She covered the injury on her hand as she spoke.

The more she tried to hide it, the more suspicious her classmates became.

Someone grabbed her wrist, rolled up her sleeve, and clearly saw the marks and bruises.

"This injury is too severe. How could Luo Yusheng be like this?"

Luo Yusheng had just passed by when she heard this accusation.

She stopped in her tracks and asked the girl who was usually on good terms with Song Qianqian, "What's wrong with me?"

The girl glanced at her and said reproachfully, "You should have some self-awareness. You're just a poor student living off others. If it weren't for Xixi, you wouldn't know where you'd be hiding!"

Living under someone else's roof? A student from a poor family?

Luo Yusheng sneered, and was about to speak when Song Qianqian reached out and pulled the girl away: "Don't say anything."

The girl rolled her eyes: "You were kind enough to help her out, so why can't I say anything when she treats you like this?"

Luo Yusheng slammed the schoolbag down on Song Qianqian's desk and asked her with a smile, "Who's helping whom?"

She grasped the red checkered bow tie adorned with pearls, and with a sudden pull, Song Qianqian stumbled and could only steady herself by holding onto the table.

She hunched over, looked up at the nervous Song Qianqian, and asked again, "Tell me, who's helping whom?"

Song Qianqian's eyes darted around in a panic, and she gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.

How should she respond to this barrage of questions?

"Luo Yusheng, what are you doing!"

A roar drew the attention of the class, and Luo Yusheng frowned slightly.

Song Qianqian took the opportunity to pull her bow tie back, and when she looked up, she saw that Ji Tingxiao had arrived.

She immediately covered her throat, pretended to be weak and leaned against the girl next to her, coughing a few times.

Ji Tingxiao felt heartbroken and quickly stepped forward to support her. Amidst her coughing, he questioned, "Luo Yusheng, do you have to be so vicious? Nobody in school likes you, only Qianqian talks to you. Do you really have to drive her away?"

He squinted, hurling accusations at her, each sentence implying she had a bad temper and was full of malice.

Luo Yusheng listened to these words of suppression without feeling anything, and even found them funny: "Ji Tingxiao, this is between me and Song Qianqian. What gives you the right to meddle in my business?"

One sentence interrupted his reprimand.

Song Qianqian paused for a moment, then looked at Ji Tingxiao expectantly.

Ji Tingxiao avoided her gaze and withdrew his hand from hers.

"You've gone too far, am I not allowed to say a few words?"

A hint of mockery flashed across Luo Yusheng's eyes.

If he dared to admit his relationship with Song Qianqian at this time, she might think more highly of him.

Her disdainful gaze swept over Song Qianqian and landed on Ji Tingxiao.

That gaze made him feel very embarrassed. He quickly turned that embarrassment into anger and directed it directly at Luo Yusheng.

He grinned menacingly and steered the conversation back on track: "You're always like this, weird and awful. If it weren't for me, no one would give you a second glance."

After saying that, he thought of Jiang Moche.

He actually went home with Luo Yusheng yesterday. Song Qianqian said that she seems to want to hire him as her tutor.

Thinking about what happened on the field yesterday, jealousy and resentment welled up in my heart, intertwined with malice.

"As for Jiang Moche, do you really think he agreed to tutor you because he's interested in you? Don't dream. How could someone like him like you? He's just playing around with you."

Luo Yusheng's words were a slap in the face to him: "Ji Tingxiao, even without Jiang Moche, I would never have fallen for you."