For the entire morning, Song Junzhu was in high spirits!

Hehe.

Lu Xing has been secretly looking at me all morning, and he keeps asking if I’m tired! He loves me so much!

For the entire morning, Lu Xing felt like he had fallen into hell!

Damn it.

This woman, Song Junzhu, is getting more and more sick. How has she not gone crazy yet? Is she planning something big?

In this strange atmosphere, Song Junzhu finished the morning tutoring session.

She used to hate Lu Xing’s face.

But now, it is different.

She suddenly understood.

Lu Xing was not like that fiancé at all!

He had much better taste and aesthetic sense than that damn fiancé!

This morning.

Song Junzhu had already completed the entire reasoning process in her mind.

Lu Xing likes her, which means Lu Xing has a normal aesthetic sense.

Lu Xing persists in liking her, which means Lu Xing is loyal and devoted to his feelings.

Lu Xing doesn’t dare to confess to her face, which means Lu Xing feels inferior because of his status as a stand-in.

All-in-all!

Song Junzhu felt that she should be a little more tolerant towards Lu Xing.

Although he was not worthy of her, liking her was not a major mistake.

Especially during the morning tutoring session, when Song Junzhu discovered that Lu Xing understood everything with just a little guidance, she became even more satisfied with him.

He was completely different from that brain-dead fiancé who only knew how to rely on his family!

Lu Xing was still wearing yesterday’s outfit as he cooked lunch in the kitchen.

Song Junzhu watched him for a while, then narrowed her eyes and asked.

“Why are you still wearing this?”

Lu Xing froze for a moment, thinking she was testing him, so he immediately said.

“Professor, you said yesterday that I had to be like this whenever I’m at home. I will remember everything you say.”

This was part of a professional simp’s professional integrity!

If you can’t even remember the client’s demands, what’s the point of even doing this job?

Song Junzhu breezily swept her long hair behind her shoulder, her red lips curling into a smile as she said.

“You really take my words to heart.”

He really does love me!

Lu Xing smiled and nodded. “Of course.”

He was a man of extreme professional integrity!

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have continued to satisfy her demands even when the client was drunk and passed out, standing there stupidly and reciting sour love poems for ten minutes.

Song Junzhu was satisfied. She propped up her chin with a charming and flirtatious air and asked.

“You have a good foundation, and your mind is quick.”

“Over the next few days, I’ll organize the knowledge points and typical example questions for every high school subject for you.”

“If you study them seriously, you won’t have any problems with the exam.”

Lu Xing turned his head back to look at Song Junzhu in surprise, almost cutting his own hand.

Wait.

What kind of new madness has this psycho come up with?

Why this sudden move?

A maternal outburst?

Whatever.

Only a fool would turn down private tutoring from the renowned Professor Song. 

Who cares what she’s up to!

Anyway, after the college entrance exams, I’ll have saved up enough money to fly far, far away!

So Lu Xing immediately nodded, revealing his white teeth.

“Thank you, you’re so good to me, Professor Song!”

Pfft.

Seeing Lu Xing get so excited he almost cut his own hand, Song Junzhu felt a little emotional.

This is probably what people with secret crushes are like. They get so excited when you’re just a little nice to them.

It’s a bit sad, a bit pitiful.

After Lu Xing finished making lunch, Song Junzhu looked at the table full of dishes—all of which were her favorites.

She gave Lu Xing a meaningful look.

“You’re a pretty good cook. I notice other people don’t seem to like cooking; they find it annoying.”

But if you’re cooking for someone you like, it must be a very happy thing, right?

He loves me so much!

Lu Xing grinned, looking a little embarrassed as he said.

“Professor Song, you’re busy with work. Remember to eat more, you’re too thin.”

Hehe.

He liked cooking for Song Junzhu.

Song Junzhu’s refrigerator was always full, and she didn’t like to cook. 

When the ingredients went bad, she would just throw them out and replace them.

Lu Xing felt quite bad for the food, because he knew what it was like to go hungry.

So for every meal he made at Song Junzhu’s house, Lu Xing tried to make it as lavish as possible.

He tried to use up all the ingredients in the refrigerator, so he wouldn’t have to see them getting wasted like that.

…

The entire afternoon passed without incident.

Lu Xing sat in the living room doing practice problems, while Song Junzhu handled her work.

Song Junzhu took a sip of coffee, her stunning and exquisite face unusually peaceful and serene.

Although no one was speaking…

The sound of her typing on the keyboard blended with the soft rustling sound of Lu Xing writing.

A warm feeling flowed through the air!

Song Junzhu let out a soft sigh. This is what a home feels like…

Thump.

A glass of hot milk was placed next to Song Junzhu’s hand. She looked up in surprise and met Lu Xing’s gaze.

Lu Xing had checked the time. His work hours were almost over.

But Song Junzhu didn’t seem to have noticed and was still sighing like a sick person.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Xing decided to take the initiative.

He placed a glass of hot milk on Song Junzhu’s desk, and coupled with the obedient demeanor of his maid outfit, he smiled gently.

“Professor Song, it’s almost evening. Drinking some milk can help you sleep.”

“I have to go back to school tomorrow, Monday. I need to pack up and leave.”

The warm milk touched Song Junzhu’s heart, and her eyes felt a little hot.

In her life…

Everyone, including her parents, had told her: you are a genius, you are our hope, you are a source of pride!

This led her to develop this perfectionist personality that could not accept failure.

But now.

This boy, who had been treated so poorly by her, was treating her with such sincerity.

Song Junzhu thought of the countless days and nights she had whipped Lu Xing’s back, and she instantly felt a pang of guilt.

Lu Xing worked hard at school from Monday to Friday, and on Saturday and Sunday, he had to endure torture at her place, just to catch a glimpse of her.

He loves me so much!

Song Junzhu pondered for a moment, then picked up her phone and sent a message.

Soon.

The doorbell rang.

Lu Xing was completely stunned when he saw staff from a luxury brand entering the villa with large and small bags.

What is Song Junzhu doing?

Showing off her wealth in front of me? So rich that she can make those snobbish luxury brand staff personally deliver clothes to her door?

But he already knew Song Junzhu was very rich!

Soon.

His confusion was answered.

Because Song Junzhu pointed at Lu Xing and said to the staff.

“Pick out a few outfits for him, something nice. He’s a student, so it’s best if the fabric isn’t too delicate.”

Many luxury brand clothes were not designed with the consideration that the customer would wash them a second time.

Therefore, the fabrics were extremely delicate.

The staff nodded repeatedly in agreement, and in less than ten minutes, Lu Xing had a completely new look.

Lu Xing himself was handsome and tall. 

Paired with the expensive, well-fitting brand, he exuded the air of a graceful young master.

Song Junzhu was extremely satisfied.

Lu Xing suddenly remembered, wasn’t this clothing brand the same as the one that made that collar?

“Your brand has expanded into this kind of industry?”

The staff member was very familiar with Song Junzhu, and probably responsible for that collar as well. 

She answered with a smile.

“Miss Song is a VIC of our brand. She has the right to custom-order these products.”

Lu Xing: …

Goddamn it!

God, I’m never calling you Grandpa again! You don’t even treat me like your grandson! 

(TL: A popular, self-deprecating internet meme. It’s a humorous way of complaining to the heavens about one’s misfortune and unfair treatment.)

Why wasn’t I born a rich second-generation!!!

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