"Don't worry, I won't forget. You can't understand the pain I suffered." Qiao Lingling clenched the money in her hand. She couldn't let the suffering she had endured go unpunished.

Tang Jiajia was very satisfied with the hatred bursting from her eyes; this was exactly the effect she wanted.

...

After finishing her morning classes, Qiao Xiaoni took Zhou Meiling and Song Mingyuan home as agreed yesterday.

Zhou Meiling chattered incessantly the whole way.

Song Mingyuan followed behind them, listening to their conversation, and only then did he realize how remarkable Qiao Xiaoni was.

They had just enrolled in school, but they were already running their own shops and earning a considerable income.

Qiao Xiaoni is still recognized as a top student at school, even though she didn't participate in the last exam. After these few days of school, all her teachers are very satisfied with her. Some even bluntly stated that if she had participated in the last exam, she would still have been number one in the whole year.

She took the key and opened the door from the inside. Qiao Xiaoni took the key out, then took off her shoes and changed into slippers. She then took out the slippers that had been prepared for them.

Zhou Meiling did as instructed and then asked Song Mingyuan to change his shoes, afraid that he might not have noticed and hadn't changed them.

When Song Mingyuan first saw Qiao Xiaoni's girlfriend, he nodded slightly. Her appearance and demeanor left a deep impression on him.

Qiao Xiaoni led Zhou Meiling into the kitchen, leaving the two men outside to chat or have some fruit.

The kitchen was too small to accommodate a third person, and she had already figured it out last night. She would teach Zhou Meiling a few simple dishes so that even if she was busy, she could still cook them.

The three dishes and soup were quickly prepared, and Zhou Meiling could hardly believe that she had cooked them herself.

Although she accidentally burned her right thumb, she felt it was all worth it.

Qiao Xiaoni took off her apron and went out to call them in to help serve the dishes.

The food was placed on the table, and everyone sat down. There was no need for further words; they just ate.

Song Mingyuan tasted each dish, and finally took a sip of soup: "Who made this dish?"

Qiao Xiaoni pointed at Zhou Meiling: "I only gave her some guidance; she cooked the dish independently."

"Great! This tastes amazing." Song Mingyuan thought Zhou Meiling's cooking was even better than his own mother's.

Zhou Meiling also thought the taste was good, but it would be even better if she were more skilled in her movements.

"Today I'll only teach you how to cook three dishes and a soup. Next week I'll teach you a few more difficult dishes." Qiao Xiaoni instructed Zhou Meiling, "Go home and digest this tonight, and do your best tomorrow."

"Mm," Zhou Meiling replied.

Song Mingyuan was overjoyed that Zhou Meiling was willing to let him do so much.

After a lively lunch, they got dressed and headed to school. Su Chenhao was in charge of cleaning up the mess.

On the road.

When Song Mingyuan reached for Zhou Meiling's right hand, he noticed that her thumb was injured.

"How did you get injured? Have you applied any medicine?"

"I've applied the medicine, it doesn't hurt anymore, there's no need to make such a fuss." Zhou Meiling quickly withdrew her hand, afraid that outsiders would see.

Song Mingyuan wished he could have suffered the same injury as her.

Qiao Xiaoni felt like a third wheel; if she weren't there, who knows what they might do. With that thought, she quickened her pace, leaving them far behind.

Song Mingyuan grabbed Zhou Meiling's hand again and kissed the injured area.

"Thank you for doing so much for me."