She lacks connections and doesn't want to be a minor figure in the entertainment industry, so it's better for her to study marketing or financial design. Once she has accumulated enough experience, she can open a clothing design company.

That evening, Bi Xie didn't stay at the Wei family's house for dinner. After tutoring Jiang Han, she took a taxi directly back to her rented apartment.

Tomorrow is the weekend, and Bi Xie and Jiang Han have agreed to take a day off.

Jiang Han had been behaving well during this period, and Wei Danmei specially bought him several tickets to his favorite singer's concert. Originally, Jiang Han wanted Bi Xie to go with him, but Bi Xie refused.

So Jiang Han called a few of his good buddies and they flew to G City together.

Bi Xie's WeChat notifications kept ringing. Jiang Han had taken pictures of the huge crowd at the concert on his phone. Countless glow sticks were being held up, and the boy's face looked exceptionally handsome under the fluorescent lights.

Jiang Han looked at Bi Xie in the video and said excitedly, "Qin Xiaoxie, I told you to come but you didn't! Don't you know how hard it is to get tickets to Jay Chou's concert? My mom even got tickets for the most expensive section of the inner circle! What were you doing? You missed such a great opportunity!"

"You'll find out tomorrow," Bi Xie replied mysteriously before ending the video call. "I'm not talking to you anymore, I have to go."

The next morning, the Wei family's car was indeed parked on the side of the road in the community again.

Bi Xie carried two exquisite boxes and got into the car.

They arrived at the Wei family villa smoothly. Song Ma opened the door for Bi Xie, "Come in quickly, it's cold outside, are you cold?"

Bi Xie's face was flushed, and she was wearing a pink scarf. She wasn't cold at all. She smiled and said, "I came in Uncle Deng's car. The air conditioning was on, so it wasn't cold at all."

"What's this?" Song Ma noticed what Bi Xie was carrying.

"This is a small gift I'm giving to Jiang and Mr. Wei."

Aunt Song grinned and said, "You've gone to so much trouble. It looks like a cake. Young Master loves to eat this. He used to eat cake as a meal when he was little. Was it Young Master Jiang who told you that?"

Bi Xie smiled and did not deny it.

After a moment of silence, seeing no movement from the second floor, Bi Xie asked in bewilderment, "Have they not gotten up yet?"

Song Ma: "Please wait a moment, I'll go up and take a look."

"I'll go, Aunt Song," Bi Xie said, putting his schoolbag on the sofa. Knowing that Aunt Song needed to look after the kitchen, he volunteered to take on the task.

“This…” Song Ma hesitated, “Young Master doesn’t like the second floor to have other people’s smells on it.”

Bi Xie was taken aback, not expecting Wei Zhaoye to be a germaphobe, but he didn't insist too much. "Alright, then Song Ma can go."

She took out her phone, logged into the game, claimed her daily login reward, and then took out her first-year high school physics textbook from her schoolbag. In just one month, Bi Xie naturally couldn't finish teaching all the courses for the first and second years of high school.

So before each visit, she would circle the key points in the book and only talk about those key points.

Jiang Han is very smart. After she explains a problem, as long as he fully understands it, he can apply what he has learned to other problems. He can even see the essence of the problem at a glance without having to write it down and practice repeatedly.

Just as Bi Xie opened his textbook, Song Ma's terrified scream suddenly came from upstairs, "Young Master, Young Master, what's wrong, Young Master?"

Startled, Bi Xie looked up at the second floor. Song Ma's screams were panicked, and he could hear the door being slammed shut and a heavy object hitting the ground with a thud.

Bi Xie hesitated for two seconds, then ran upstairs. He immediately saw Song Ma, who was anxiously banging on the door. "Young Master, you don't look well. Are you sick, Young Master? Please open the door—"