A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

The moment this thought popped into Meng Zhixue's head, she actually felt a little happy.

Previously, she didn't want to be a caged bird anymore and always tried to avoid Zhou Yu, wanting to draw a clear line between herself and men.

But since he and Xie Lingfeng keep trying to pounce on her, why doesn't she try a different "way" of getting along?

Controlling their emotions and watching high-and-mighty men lose control for her seems more interesting than simply keeping a respectful distance.

Of course, this was just something she thought to herself, just a bit of "talking nonsense".

She is very self-aware.

There's a saying, "Playing with fire will get you burned." She's not a very smart person. If she plays with fire and ends up ruining herself, then she's finished.

Putting everything else aside, just the fact that she should actually rush up to Xie Lingfeng and flirt with him right now... well, let's just forget about it.

Before she could even open her mouth, his arrogant and lewd words had already drowned her out. He should really lock her up.

Even Zhou Yu... couldn't do it.

He became increasingly unrestrained, and she really missed the man who was indifferent and aloof towards her at the beginning.

Meng Zhixue covered her cheek and sighed in distress.

……

Before we knew it, a week had passed.

Xie Lingfeng seems to have really gone on a business trip and hasn't returned to Villa No. 28.

With him gone, Meng Zhixue lost her lifeline and refused to meet Zhou Yu no matter what. She studied through video calls every night, which... was really enjoyable!

She felt she was becoming more and more perverted, and thought Yingjie was right: if you really let loose, it can be quite enjoyable for men.

In short, she's had a pretty comfortable few days.

What made her happiest was that Zhuangzhuang's condition was getting better and better.

Previously, he almost never responded to being called by name and rarely made eye contact with people, but now when she calls Zhuangzhuang three times, he responds once and looks at her with curious and puzzled eyes.

This motivated her even more, and she became more enthusiastic about giving Zhuangzhuang sensory integration training and taking him outdoors.

this day.

Meng Zhixue pulled the young boss Zhuangzhuang to play football in the backyard, placed a colorful ball with Peppa Pig printed on it at his feet, and encouraged him with words.

"Come on, Zhuangzhuang, kick this little ball."

"A gentle kick is fine too."

"Trying is progress!"

"come on!"

Meng Zhixue squatted in front of the young boss for a long time, encouraging him and demonstrating several times.

Finally, the little boss tilted his head and glanced at her, then tried to stick out his little foot and gently touch the little ball.

"Wow!" Meng Zhixue clapped her hands in delight. "Zhuangzhuang is really amazing!"

"Want to do it again?" she asked.

Zhuangzhuang glanced at her smiling face and nodded shyly, almost imperceptibly.

Meng Zhixue hurriedly went to retrieve the ball.

As a result, she walked over to Zhuangzhuang with the ball, and the little boss actually took the initiative to pull her sleeve, pointed at the ball, and then made a kicking motion.

This is a remarkable improvement; it's the first time Zhuangzhuang has taken the initiative to communicate with someone.

Meng Zhixue quickly asked, "Does Zhuangzhuang want me to play soccer?"

Zhuangzhuang smiled shyly and nodded.

Meng Zhixue was delighted and smiled brightly, "Okay!"

She arranged the small ball, eager to show off, but... without even using much force, she kicked the ball away.

It glided through the air in a smooth arc, flew over the courtyard wall, and fell into the yard of the neighboring villa.

This is quite unexpected.

Meng Zhixue was dumbfounded and looked at the young boss.

The shop owner also looked up at her in surprise.

The two, one big and one small, stared at each other in bewilderment.

Meng Zhixue cleared her throat and pinched her burning earlobe shyly: "Um, Zhuangzhuang, wait for me here. Play with the nanny for a bit, I'll go fetch the ball next door, okay?"

Zhuangzhuang thought for a moment, nodded obediently, and walked towards the nanny who was standing guard not far away.

Meng Zhixue greeted the nanny again before walking towards the wall separating the two villas. However, she hesitated a little when she reached the wooden gate.

She used to look at the young man in white in the neighboring yard from her room's balcony. She thought he was a person who was even cleaner and purer than the first snow of Tianshan Mountain. He was a pleasing picture to behold whenever he sat down.

But ever since she learned that he was the Xie family's illegitimate son, and sensed that Xie Wei was somewhat averse to him, she gradually stopped seeing him as often.

If I go to the neighbor's yard to retrieve the ball now, I might run into him, right?

It wasn't that she had a problem with him, but she felt she couldn't be disloyal to her rich sister... It was probably similar to the shared hatred between close female friends.

but……

The man's eyes couldn't stand the light; he had to wear a silver ribbon to bask in the morning sun. It was almost noon today, so he probably wouldn't be in the courtyard.

She quietly ran over to retrieve the ball and ran back as quickly as possible, hoping not to run into him.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhixue reached out and pulled down the bolt on the wooden door.

This is her second time visiting this courtyard.

She hadn't noticed it before, but today she could smell a faint, cool sandalwood scent in the air, mixed with a hint of bitter herbs.

She looked around and found the small ball under a Podocarpus macrophyllus tree.

She walked over quickly and bent down to pick up the ball when she suddenly heard a dull thud behind her, as if someone had fallen to the ground.

She was startled and instinctively turned around, only to see a familiar figure, which was both unexpected and not unexpected.

The young man hunched over, shrinking into the living room floor.

He seemed to be in too much pain, clutching his head tightly with both hands. His pale hands were buried in his short, dark hair, and the blue veins on the back of his hands, taut from the strain, were clearly visible.

He didn't make a sound, but his body was trembling so violently that it was obvious to anyone who saw it.

Meng Zhixue bit her lip and hesitated.

Finally, she walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass door leading to the backyard and tentatively asked, "Excuse me... do you need any help?"

Upon hearing her voice, the young man stiffened slightly and looked in her direction.

Meng Zhixue didn't know if he could see her, and if he could, would he be able to see her clearly with a silver ribbon tied around his eyes?

"It's you." The young man actually remembered her.

His voice trembled and was a little hoarse. He struggled to his feet and politely asked, "If it's convenient, could you please help me find the medicine bottle?"

"Of course," Meng Zhixue replied immediately.

She quickly walked over to the young man, asked him what was wrong, and, following his directions, searched around and finally found a small medicine bottle under the sofa.

Before handing the medicine bottle to the young man, she couldn't help but look at the name and effects of the medicine out of curiosity; it turned out to be for treating cancer.

Her heart clenched.

"Have you found it?" the young man asked.

"...Found it, found it." Meng Zhixue quickly snapped out of her thoughts, handed him the medicine bottle, and asked, "Do you need me to pour you a glass of warm water?"

"Thank you, but I don't need the warm water." The young man breathed softly, seemingly trying to calm his pain, and smiled palely. "I'm used to drinking cold water."

He unscrewed the cap of the medicine bottle, poured a handful of white pills into his palm, and put them directly into his mouth, his movements so practiced it was worrying.

It wasn't even taken with cold water.

Meng Zhixue paused for a few seconds, then stood up: "Well... if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"By the way, the reason I came here is that I accidentally kicked the ball into your yard while playing with the kids, and I came to retrieve it."

Fearing it might cause unnecessary misunderstanding, she offered an explanation.

"Little kid? Is it Zhuangzhuang?" the young man asked.

Meng Zhixue was taken aback, then nodded.

Thinking that the young man might not be able to see it, he added, "...Yes."

"Yes, he must be very cute." The young man seemed to feel better after taking the medicine and said with a gentle smile, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Meng Zhixue said again. "Then I'll be going now."

"Okay," the young man replied.

Meng Zhixue walked into the courtyard and, as if possessed, looked back again.

In the living room, the young man struggled to sit up from the floor and groped his way to the sofa. He looked so pale and fragile that it was heartbreaking to see him like that.

She bit her lip, wasted no more time, and quickly turned back.

To her surprise, as soon as she stepped through the wooden door, a mocking voice rang in her ears.

"So you like bro's rice bowls? Tsk, Meng Zhixue, I really underestimated you, you have quite the taste."

Meng Zhixue: "...??"

What the heck is "Brother Rice Bowl"?