So, this time, Chen Wenzhi will definitely find out!

How embarrassing!

Gu Xinan showed her concern and care all day long, and even fetched water for her.

After evening self-study, taking advantage of the chaos, he said, "I'm sorry."

Under the cold white light, his deep brown eyes revealed only a hint of guilt.

"..." Ying Qian didn't say anything.

The two of them remained motionless.

Ying Qian sighed helplessly, "It's okay—"

"Hmm." He was finally satisfied.

As soon as she left the school gate, she jogged over to Meng Beiyan's side. He noticed that Ying Qian's outfit had changed, and after taking the icy clothes from her hand, he guessed that something had happened. "What's wrong?"

Ying Qian's eyes darted away.

Meng Beiyan grabbed her ear and dragged her into the car: "Don't lie!"

"Oh, oh, oh! I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

Then she gave a lifeless account of everything that had happened that morning.

"Is that boy your deskmate?" She saw Meng Beiyan's face was several shades darker than the bottom of a pot. "This is utter nonsense! You're still trying to hide it..."

“Ying Qian, you are not without support. I can completely solve this problem and take on the responsibilities of your brother, understand?”

"Okay... I understand..."

“I’ll do that.” Meng Beiyan gripped the steering wheel, his fingertips gradually turning white. “Before New Year’s Day, I’ll pick you up every night.”

"Brother, I..."

Don't refuse.

“Oh…” Ying Qian leaned back in the seat.

It was very late when I got home.

Meng Beiyan didn't deliver the amber; instead, he returned it to his own house.

Ying Qian's room was always cleaned, and the bedding was always replaced with new ones.

"..." She leaned against the door frame of the room.

"Go take a shower!" he commanded.

The clothes here are all brand new, as if they've been planning to bring Ying Qian over all along.

She didn't sleep well that night.

Meng Beiyan didn't sleep well either. He hand-washed all of Ying Qian's clothes and her classmate's clothes that night.

Ying Qian wore a sour expression, her soft hands stroking Meng Beiyan's wrinkled hands, "Why do you have to wash them by hand? Meng Beiyan, you idiot..."

"Have you gone too far? Calling me by my full name?" Meng Beiyan didn't move, but verbally criticized him.