Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

The villa was huge, even more luxurious than what Lu Luozhi had seen on TV. The master bedroom alone was almost as big as a two-bedroom apartment in an ordinary family home.

Ying Yuchuan was organizing their clothes in the dressing room.

Gazing at the man's broad back backed by the light, she had a fleeting, unsettling feeling that she wouldn't be staying here for very long...

……

hospital.

Ying Sangrou rested at home for only a few hours before returning to the hospital.

She also brought her study materials.

Lu Ming asked her to bring this over. He said he was bored lying in the hospital and asked her to bring him his high school textbooks and study materials to help him pass the time.

He brought it up on his own initiative, and she swore she hadn't forced him at all.

"Here, take it."

She took out the large stack of textbooks and materials from her schoolbag and placed them neatly next to his pillow.

She spoke softly to him, "When you're better, if there's anything you don't understand, I'll tutor you after school."

She was unaware that her older brother and sister-in-law had already moved out.

She was sleeping when the argument happened.

"Thanks, Miss Ying."

Lu Ming patted her on the shoulder. "You're such a good person."

"But I probably won't need you to tutor me anymore."

Ying Sangrou was somewhat surprised and was about to ask why when she heard Cheng Jina's rather loud voice coming in.

"Yellow Hair, we've come to see you."

Looking towards the open door of the ward, Cheng Ji, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, walked into the ward noisily with a chubby-faced skinny boy and three classmates.

When Cheng Ji saw Ying Sangrou, his eyes seemed to be fixed on her as if they were seeing honey, and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Student Ying..."

He hadn't forgotten that she was also injured and bleeding, and repeatedly asked her, "How are you? Are you badly hurt?"

He anxiously scanned her up and down, and when he saw the scratches on the back of her hand, his heart ached, and he wished those wounds were on his own body.

"You must be in a lot of pain, right?"

"I'm fine."

She hid her injured hand behind her back.

"Why are you here?"

"Come see the blond guy."

Cheng Ji looked away with some disappointment. "He really scared me yesterday. I finally managed to find out which hospital you were in from the principal, so I rushed over with a few classmates to check on you."

"Bring out our gifts."

He waved his hand with great magnanimity.

The other three classmates placed the gifts they were carrying onto Lu Mingshi's hospital bed.

There are various nutritional supplements, ready-to-eat bird's nest, and even a bouquet of flowers.

Lu Ming gazed at the bunch of red roses still glistening with dewdrops.

My doubts only grew stronger.

Is this gorilla actually gay?

Don't let her have fallen for him.

He was a little scared.

"Yellow Hair, you really impressed this time. I, Cheng Ji, am completely in awe of you."

Cheng Ji sincerely praised him.

In that situation, how many people would dare to sacrifice themselves like that? Besides Cheng Ji, there was only Huang Maozi.

Hmm, this blond guy does look like a man.

To protect his classmate Ying, he crashed his car into a car. In just one night, Huang Mao's name spread throughout the school.

From then on, everyone in the school knew about his blond hair.

However, the process was heartbreaking.

He would risk his life for Ying!

Why didn't his dead leg move a few steps faster back then?!

Cheng Ji took off the backpack he was carrying on one shoulder, unzipped it, reached inside, and pulled out a thick wad of banknotes.

He stuffed the money into Lu Mingshi's hand.

"Here you go. Your family is so poor, and you've lost so much blood. This is my saved allowance. I don't know what to buy, so take it and buy yourself something good to eat."

See? He's such a good person.

Although this blond-haired kid had tricked him many times, he was magnanimous and wouldn't hold it against him for such trivial matters.

He's so thin and his family is so poor, what else does he have to worry about?

But this blond-haired guy has some backbone; he returned the few hundred dollars he was given last time the very next day. Tch.

You think it's not enough?

Lu Ming was dumbfounded.

His pale, thin face was filled with disbelief.

He looked down at the stack of banknotes; it was at least seventy or eighty thousand, if not a hundred thousand.

Then he looked at the proud-looking gorilla.

Oh no, he actually took it seriously.

"Just accept what our boss gave you."

The skinny man spoke.

"That's right, our boss has always been so generous, this is just a little bit of money for him."

Fathead chimed in.

The other three classmates echoed his sentiments, urging him to accept it.

Just kidding, you can't accept this.

If he dares to accept it, his older sister will be the first to beat him to death.

Lu Ming hurriedly returned the stack of banknotes to Cheng Ji.

"I can't take it. Don't hurt me. My sister will kill me."

Cheng Ji clicked his tongue, "You poor people just love to talk about some kind of pragmatism. Can pragmatism put food on the table? Look at you, you can't even afford to eat, what kind of pragmatism are you talking about? If you get any thinner, you'll be dead soon."

Ying Sangrou became more and more confused as she listened.

What's so poor about it?

What do you mean by not being able to afford food?

No.

Their family eats good food every day, doesn't they?

The other day he was eating two big bowls of rice and big mouthfuls of meat every day, wasn't he?

But he arrived just in time.

Ying Sangrou called out to him softly, "Classmate Cheng..."

"Eh~"

Cheng Ji replied in a hushed tone, barely audible, in a mere 0.01 seconds, "Ying, you called me, right? What's up?"

They greeted us with smiles.

"I need your help with something."

"Tell me what it is, just say the word, and I, Cheng Ji, will definitely agree to it."

To ensure he kept his word, he patted his chest with great pride.

Then she was relieved.

Ying Sangrou breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She asked him earnestly, "Could you give up your position as the leader of Class 5 to Lu Mingshi?"

Her words stunned not only Cheng Ji and the other classmates, but also Lu Mingshi.

She...she...is Ying Xiaomei serious?

Cheng Ji remained stunned for a long time, unable to recover.

What the hell?

Did he hear me correctly?

What is Ying saying?

She asked him to give up his position as the leader of Class Five to the blond-haired guy?

Dah!

Cheng Ji's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

Lu Ming, meanwhile, lay on his hospital bed, eating expensive imported fruit while happily crossing his legs and watching Lu Ming's face-changing performance with interest.

Hey.

Ying Xiaomei is so kind; she keeps her word. No wonder he saved her.

100 points.

The skinny guy was the first to speak up for his boss, saying, "How can this be? How can the boss's position be given up so easily?"

Fatty: "Ying, you're really hurting our eldest's feelings!"

Ying Sangrou didn't care what they were saying.

All she wants to do now is fulfill the promise she made to Lu Ming.

Let him be the leader of Class 5.

"Is that not allowed?"

Faced with Ying Sangrou's question, Cheng Ji gritted his teeth inwardly.

How could Ying say such heartbreaking things in such an innocent tone!

He was being asked to give up his position as the leader of Class Five for no reason? No way, he couldn't accept it!

"Cheng, my classmate?"

She shook the hem of his clothes.

Normally, Cheng Ji would be happy to be near her, but now, she's speaking up for Huang Maozai, trying to take his position as the leader of the Fifth Division.

What should we do now?

Faced with Ying Sangrou's request, Cheng Ji didn't want to disappoint her, but...

"Ah, I have to go now."

Now, his only option is to leave.

After saying that, he took off running, shouting, "Skinny Fathead, run!"

The sound of thumping footsteps was heard, and the group of people disappeared in no time.

Lu Ming glanced at the stack of banknotes in his hand, exclaimed "Damn it!" and shouted weakly.

"Gorilla, money, take the money away..."

No one cares about him.

The air was so quiet.