Jiang Fei was not surprised at all when she received Song Yan's call.

Money and affection are enough to leave even the most arrogant person bewildered.

Therefore, after inquiring about the old man's health, she simply asked Song Yan to take him home.

When Jiang Fei arrived at Song Yan's house, it was two o'clock in the morning.

The door was not closed.

Song Yan was sitting on the simple sofa, his usually proud and arrogant head drooping, staring blankly at the ground, his face pale and his appearance dejected.

Hearing footsteps, Song Yan quickly looked up, his face completely pale.

"Where's Grandma?" Jiang Fei asked directly.

Song Yan glanced in the direction of the master bedroom.

Jiang Fei nodded and walked towards the master bedroom, saying as she went, "This is my secret recipe, don't disturb me."

After saying that, he closed the master bedroom door.

Song Yan stared intently at the closed door, his hands clenched tightly, his fingertips icy cold.

His grandmother was his only family, even though he always knew she wasn't his biological grandmother.

He doesn't have a deep memory of his mother. He only remembers that in the hospital, his grandmother held his hand and told him that he would follow her from now on.

Now, even the doctors are helpless, and he can only choose to trust Jiang Fei.

He was at his wit's end.

Time passed second by second. Song Yan stared at the clock beside him. After what seemed like an eternity, the door to the master bedroom finally opened.

Song Yan almost immediately headed towards the master bedroom: "How is Grandma...?"

"Go to sleep, don't disturb the old man." Jiang Fei interrupted him, and stood in the doorway. "His eyes should be fine, but I need to observe him for a while longer."

The "cure all diseases" skill can naturally also solve eye problems, so there is no need for further observation.

She naturally had her own plans.

Song Yan glanced into the master bedroom. The old man's complexion was much better than when he was half-conscious. His brows, which had been furrowed with pain, had relaxed, and he was sleeping peacefully.

He glanced at Jiang Fei: "How could you..."

“I don’t like people asking too many questions,” Jiang Fei said slowly, then walked up to him. “If I heard correctly, Song, you said you agreed to my request?”

Song Yan's expression tightened, and he paused for a long while: "...As long as you can save Grandma."

“That means you’ve agreed to my request,” Jiang Fei chuckled softly, her gaze falling directly on his Adam’s apple and taut jaw. “From now on, you’re not allowed to say ‘no’ to me.”

Her warm breath as she spoke touched Song Yan's Adam's apple, which was very close to hers.

Song Yan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he took a step back.

"No retreats allowed," Jiang Fei suddenly said.

Song Yan froze, his hands clenched tightly at his sides in humiliation, but he still stopped in his tracks: "I have two requests."

"you say."

“The first one,” Song Yan’s throat tightened, and he said with difficulty, “this matter is not to be known by any third person except you and me.”

Jiang Fei thought about it seriously for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

Song Yan looked down at her, his gaze weak and unwilling: "My second request is that our relationship will automatically end once I am able to repay you."

Jiang Fei smiled and nodded in agreement, "Finished?"

"……Um."

“Okay,” Jiang Fei looked up at the boy who was bowing to her in the narrow living room, “I was hungry when you woke me up in the middle of the night.”

Song Yan was taken aback: "What?"

"Go make me a bowl of egg noodles." Jiang Fei turned around and sat on the sofa, looking at him leisurely.

Song Yan stared at her for a long time before finally turning around and walking into the kitchen. The sound of the stove being turned on rang out, and soon he brought out a bowl of steaming soup noodles with a poached egg on top.

Jiang Fei casually picked up the chopsticks, placed the poached egg into a small bowl beside her, and pushed it in front of Song Yan: "I don't like to eat eggs."

Song Yan frowned slightly.

She personally said she wanted to eat egg noodles, but didn't eat the eggs.

"Or we can just throw it away," Jiang Fei said, glancing at him.

Song Yan pursed her lips, then picked up another pair of chopsticks and quietly ate her poached egg.

He has no capital to waste.

After eating the steaming hot poached egg, Song Yan felt a spasm in his empty, cold stomach. Only then did he realize that he hadn't eaten anything since evening.

After finishing her "late-night snack," Jiang Fei stood up and pointed to the sofa, acting like the lady of the house: "You can sleep on the sofa."

Song Yan frowned slightly, glanced at the narrow sofa, and then looked at her: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Fei glanced at his second bedroom, pondered for two seconds, and said, "Sleeping together is fine too."

Song Yan's gaze darkened, as if he had just realized that she wanted to sleep in his spare bedroom: "...Shameless."

After saying that, he was about to get up.

Jiang Fei suddenly moved closer to him, causing Song Yan to pause in his attempt to get up and sit back down.

Jiang Fei leaned down and looked into his eyes and brows: "If I were truly shameless, you would already be in your room," she thought for a moment and added, "I am too."

Song Yan was taken aback. A faint fragrance wafted into his nose. He had never been so close to a girl before, and he wondered if all girls had this alluring scent.

Her eyes were upturned at the corners, not in a docile way, but rather... somewhat charming and dangerous, as if blatantly reminding people: don't get too close.

"Hmm?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Fei moved even closer to him.

Song Yan quickly realized the meaning of her words. Her expression turned angry, her face flushed red, and she walked past her to the second bedroom, silently taking out her own pillow and blanket.

Jiang Fei smiled, stopped teasing him, and got up to go to the second bedroom.

Song Yan's room was very tidy, and the bedding had a faint scent of sunshine. There were several economics books on the bedside table. Jiang Fei casually flipped through a few pages and then put them back without much interest.

It seems that Song Yan is truly a born scion of a wealthy family. Even now, living in a slum, he has inexplicably developed a fondness for things that might help him in the future.

After working for most of the night, Jiang Fei didn't think much more about it and soon fell asleep.

Meanwhile, in the living room.

Song Yan, tall and slender, curled up on the narrow sofa, staring blankly at the dark ceiling. Even though he hadn't rested all day, he still couldn't fall asleep.

In just a few days, his fate seemed to have changed.

The jobs that kept turning him away, his grandmother's illness, and the promise he made to Jiang Fei, a promise filled with shame and resentment, all happened too suddenly.

It also made him realize how powerless and incompetent he was.

The person he cares about, he can't be there for her;

He couldn't protect his family.

They can't even hold onto a job that will support them.

He knew what Jiang Fei meant; she did this simply to keep him away from Ruan Tang.

Jiang Fei likes Shen Fang, and for Shen Fang, she would even do things like getting close to other people.

As for Ruan Tang...

Song Yan lowered his eyes slightly, knowing he was unworthy, and therefore never accepted any of her advances.

In retrospect, this was the right thing to do.

He could only climb higher and then completely sever ties with Jiang Fei!

Song Yan didn't know when she fell asleep; when she woke up again, it was already daylight outside the window.

Someone was gently poking his cheek, and a dangerous, faint fragrance enveloped him.

Song Yan suddenly opened his eyes and immediately saw Jiang Fei bending over, looking down at him, her hand still on his face.

He quickly sat up, avoiding her touch.

Jiang Fei smiled and straightened up: "Grandma is awake and calling for you."

Song Yan was taken aback, then walked towards the master bedroom.

Grandma woke up as expected, and was sitting up halfway against the pillow. Her eyes were no longer unfocused as before, but instead had some brightness.

"Grandma, you can see me now?" Song Yan asked in a hoarse voice, his usually indifferent eyes filled with surprise.

The old man looked at him and smiled: "Little Yan."

Song Yan was stunned, his throat tightened, and he couldn't say anything more. He hadn't expected that Jiang Fei could actually cure his grandmother's eye disease.

Outside the door, Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow as she looked at Song Yan's favorability rating.

Song Yan's favorability rating: 15.

In the master bedroom, the old man seemed to remember something: "Where's Feifei? Feifei was taking care of me the whole time. Don't forget to thank her for me..."

Song Yan paused for a moment, turned to look at Jiang Fei who was standing lazily in the living room, and said awkwardly after a moment of silence, "Thank you."

Jiang Fei walked into the master bedroom, her expression becoming obedient: "You're welcome, Song." As she spoke, she glanced at the old woman, "Although Grandma's eyesight is clear now, she needs to be checked every day. How about we schedule it for after school every day?"

Song Yan frowned slightly.

He always felt that when Jiang Fei looked at him and said those words, it wasn't because he was checking his grandmother's eyes, but because... he was the reason.

But in the blink of an eye, her gaze became exceptionally serious.

Song Yan said, "Okay."

Jiang Fei smiled and glanced at the time: "It's already eight o'clock, Song, it's time to go to school."

Song Yan glanced at his grandmother hesitantly.

The old man hurriedly said, "Go quickly, I feel even more energetic than before."

Song Yan nodded: "Then Grandma, you should get some rest."

As Song Yan walked down the stairs with Jiang Fei, he pushed his bicycle out, glanced at the empty doorway, and frowned slightly: "Didn't you send a driver to pick you up?"

Jiang Fei opened her eyes wide innocently: "Aren't you taking me?"

She called Aunt Wen this morning, only saying that she had left early.

Song Yan tightened his grip slightly, glanced at her, and said nothing more.

He couldn't say "no" to her.

Jiang Fei smiled, sat sideways in the back seat, and casually put her arm around his waist.

Song Yan's body stiffened, and he instinctively wanted to avoid her hand.

“Oh, right,” Jiang Fei suddenly remembered something and poked her head out from behind him, “Song, about the thing you don’t like me touching you…”

She paused for a moment, then continued, "Try to overcome it in the future."

Song Yan tightened his grip on the bicycle, causing it to wobble.

At the same time, his favorability rating decreased by 5.

Song Yan's favorability rating: 10.

Jiang Fei: "..."

They're all so stingy.

...

The news that Song Yan and Jiang Fei came to school together this morning quickly spread throughout the entire campus.

A pampered young woman from the slums and a beautiful heiress—these two seem like complete opposites, yet they are now strangely seen coming and going together.

"Have you heard? This morning, Song Yan rode his bicycle with Jiang Fei to school."

"It's said that someone saw the two of them coming from the road where Song Yan's house is located. Jiang Fei went to Song Yan's house early this morning?"

"Maybe they're living together..."

"I wonder if Jiang Fei will still dance with Shen Fang at next month's freshman welcome dance. Didn't she always invite Shen Fang well in advance before?"

"..."

As soon as Shen Fang entered the classroom, he heard people around him whispering.

Upon seeing him enter, the group exchanged glances and fell silent.

Shen Fang frowned and subconsciously glanced at the seat on his left, which was still empty.

He couldn't help but rub his aching stomach. After the holiday, his life seemed to have returned to its previous irregular state, and no one was watching him eat breakfast anymore.

Shen Fang snorted softly. During this time, Jiang Fei had not apologized to him, nor had she appeared in front of him again. He didn't know what she was busy with every day.

He heard that she had not contacted Song Yan again.

Just as Shen Fang was pondering whether he should be the first to confront her and "demand an explanation," he realized that she had promised him to "get close to Song Yan," and she had failed to do so.

Perhaps, moved by his gesture, she will beg him to cancel the agreement...

My phone suddenly vibrated.

Shen Fang snapped back to reality, glanced at the teacher on the podium who was speaking fluently, and took out his phone. It was a link to a campus forum sent by Chen Bing.

Shen Fang clicked on it casually, but his eyes narrowed when he saw the title of the post.

Cohabitation? The unattainable beauty was finally won over by the rich heiress?

There is another photo below, but it is taken from a distance and only shows a very blurry back view.

A boy in a white shirt riding a bicycle carries a girl in a dress.

Shen Fang tightened his grip on his phone.

He knew that girl all too well.

During the recent holiday, she would bring him breakfast every day to his apartment, sit barefoot on the sofa in his apartment watching movies, and help him take a walk by the lake...

Now, however, she sits on a bicycle, her arm around someone's waist.

That was fast.

That's really wonderful.

It's so beautiful it makes you want to destroy it.

Suddenly, someone patted her shoulder, and Chen Bing's voice rang out behind her: "It's lunch break, why aren't you moving?"

Shen Fang snapped back to reality, pressed his lips tightly together without saying a word, got up and walked towards the door, but stopped when he reached the corridor outside the door.

Ruan Tang stood there, holding a lunchbox, looking at him with red eyes.

It was at this moment that Shen Fang suddenly woke up.

Jiang Fei did it for him; after all, he was the only person she had ever kissed.

It was he who sent Jiang Fei to get close to Song Yan!

Now, he is getting closer and closer to Ruan Tang as he wished.

He had absolutely no reason to be angry.

But what I felt in my heart wasn't anger, but rage, and... a sour, astringent pain.

“Chen Fang.” Ruan Tang walked up to him, her voice still tinged with grievance and sobs.

In the past, even though Jiang Fei got close to Song Yan, she could tell that Song Yan didn't like her, and he still assumed that she was the only girl sitting around him.

But today, Jiang Fei sat in the corner opposite her, while Song Yan took the initiative to sit next to Jiang Fei.

She tried several times to find Song Yan and ask him what was going on, but he only glanced at her before looking away and ignoring her.

All I could hear was the gossip of those around me.

Those people said she was Song Yan's shadow, that she wasn't even worthy of being compared to Jiang Fei...

Finally, unable to bear the gossip any longer, she could only sneak out during her lunch break.

"What's wrong?" Chen Fang's voice was tense.

"Song..." Ruan Tang was about to speak when she suddenly remembered how Shen Fang would frown whenever she mentioned Song Yan in the past. In the end, she gently shook her head. "It's okay. Can I have lunch with you?"

Shen Fang was stunned.

He had been hoping that Ruan Tang would choose him over Song Yan, but now that she had chosen him, why couldn't he feel any joy?

"Miss, your lunch." A familiar voice came from the classroom door across the hallway at the end of the corridor.

Shen Fang looked in the direction of the sound, and then his body trembled.

Jiang Fei was facing away from him, accepting the lunch brought by the driver.

Her long hair cascaded down her back, swaying gently, just like the way she turned and ran away after kissing him on her birthday.

Jiang Fei seemed to have noticed something as well, and turned to look in their direction.

Shen Fang's breath hitched, and he unconsciously grabbed Ruan Tang's wrist: "Okay, let's have lunch together." As he spoke, his gaze kept glancing towards Jiang Fei.

Jiang Fei's gaze only lingered on him for two seconds before casually looking away.

That one glance sent chills down Shen Fang's spine.

It's too peaceful.

Calm, like a stranger.

...

Jiang Fei carried two lunches and walked with Song Yan toward the small pavilion behind the school.

The scenery there is beautiful, with a good view, and there are stone tables and chairs, making it a good place to dine. As for Song Yan, he was forced to come and keep her company after Jiang Fei hid his lunchbox.

Just as Song Yan reached the path leading to the pavilion, he paused, his gaze fixed on what lay ahead.

Jiang Fei followed his gaze, then raised an eyebrow slightly; they had met again.

— Shen Fang and Ruan Tang were sitting there, having lunch together.

She turned to leave.

"Why did Jiang leave?" Chen Fang's voice suddenly rang out from behind, tinged with resentment.

Jiang Fei paused, turned around, glanced at Shen Fang, and smiled quietly: "I was afraid of disturbing you."

Shen Fang's expression was tense as he stared at her completely expressionless face, as if she weren't the one he had spent the holiday with. He grew increasingly annoyed and sneered, "You can't bother me!"

Jiang Fei looked at him, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

"Shen Fang," Ruan Tang called out to him, her face pale, "How could you speak to Jiang like that?"

Shen Fang realized he had overreacted.

He glanced at Jiang Fei, then at Song Yan: "If you don't mind, Jiang, let's eat together. It'll be more lively with more people."

Song Yan frowned.

Jiang Fei thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

As they spoke, Jiang Fei and Song Yan walked into the small pavilion. The stone table was perfectly square, with each of the four people sitting on one side.

Jiang Fei opened the paper bag, took out the top lunchbox and gave it to Song Yan, keeping the bottom one for herself.

Ruan Tang tightened her grip on the spoon, her gaze darkening. Had they become so intimate that she brought him food?

Chen Fang's face darkened when he saw the lunchbox.

The lunchbox was exactly the same as the one Jiang Fei brought her every morning during the holidays.

Now, however, she gave it to Song Yan.

Jiang Fei noticed a fluctuation in Shen Fang's favorability towards him and looked up at him.

He kept his eyes glued to the lunchbox in his hand, and his favorability rating increased by 1.

Jiang Fei casually withdrew her gaze, pondered for a few seconds, then picked up the egg in front of her and put it into Song Yan's lunchbox.

Song Yan turned to look at her.

Jiang Fei laughed: "I don't like eating eggs."

Adds 1 point to the favorability rating.

Jiang Fei paused for a moment, then picked up the shrimp meat from Song Yan's lunchbox.

This time, Song Yan didn't even look at her, his head bowed without the slightest fluctuation.

Adds 1 point to the favorability rating.

Jiang Fei couldn't help but chuckle. Every time she and Song Yan had an intimate moment, Shen Fang's favorability towards her would increase.

However, the cost of a single lunch has already increased to 85.

As Shen Fang listened to her laughter and watched her joyful expression, his gaze grew increasingly sinister.

Are you really that happy being with Song Yan?

She had never smiled like that when she was with him!

Beside her, Ruan Tang desperately tried to suppress her gaze from Song Yan, turning to look at Shen Fang before noticing the horribly grim expression on his face: "Shen Fang..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

With a "smack," Shen Fang slammed his chopsticks on the table and stared intently at Jiang Fei: "I have no appetite, I'm not eating."

The smile on Jiang Fei's lips disappeared. She quickly looked up at him, her eyes still showing concern.

He paused, his breath caught in his throat.

Jiang Fei's gaze fell on Ruan Tang beside him, then she lowered her head and refused to look at him again.

Shen Fang felt his heart clench, his eyes filled with rage, and he forgot all about Ruan Tang. He got up and left quickly.

Song Yan's gaze darkened as he looked at Chen Fang's retreating figure, then at Ruan Tang across from him, whose eyes were filled with tears. He paused for a moment, then took a tissue and handed it to her.

Ruan Tang suddenly stood up and slapped his hand, which was holding a tissue, away: "I don't need your fake kindness." Then she turned and ran out.

Jiang Fei finished her lunch without changing her expression, slowly took the tissue from Song Yan's hand, and leisurely wiped her lips: "Thank you for the tissue, Song."

On the other side.

He strode forward, his steps heavy, until he reached the woods behind the campus before stopping. He couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, but he still couldn't shake off the gloom in his chest.

My heart feels dull and aching.

But this shouldn't be the case.

He sent Jiang Fei to get close to Song Yan, and Jiang Fei succeeded.

Everything was proceeding as I had envisioned.

Why does it hurt?

Shen Fang clenched his fist tightly.

In the past, she would look at him with concern if he missed a meal, but since the start of the school year, she has never asked him whether he has eaten breakfast.

She used to always pester him and he couldn't get rid of her, but now she's pestering Song Yan instead.

And they managed to get so successfully entangled with him!

She used to bring him that lunchbox every morning, but now she's given it to someone else.

Countless things.

She gave them all to someone else.

He personally requested it from her.

Shen Fang felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He suddenly remembered the lychee-flavored candy she had put in his mouth during the holiday, which he had turned his head and spat out.

My phone rang once.

Chen Bing reminded him that it was time to go back to class.

Chen Fang ignored it.

He skipped an afternoon of classes.

It wasn't until the sun set and the students came out of the teaching building that Shen Fang realized that today was over again.

He got up and walked towards the school gate, but stopped when he saw the girl sitting on the back of a bicycle in front of him.

Song Yan rode his bicycle, with Jiang Fei on the back.

Jiang Fei gently put her arm around his waist from the back seat.

The setting sun cast long shadows of the two people.

Just a short while ago, Jiang Fei was sitting on the back of his motorcycle.

She said she was afraid that if something happened to him, she wouldn't be there for him.

But now, he has pushed her away, pushed her to someone else's side...

Shen Fang couldn't help but bend over, his heart throbbing with pain.

And then there was that gradually becoming clearer, insane jealousy!