Chapter Eighteen: The Devil's Virtue

  This chapter contains an additional 1,000 words for the Cowherd Saint Temple Master. Thank you.

  An Lele took a look at Jing Yang and handed over the paper box in her hand: "This is last night's skirt, return it to you."

  "Goodbye."

  "No, I don't want to!"

  "An Le, is this a bomb? If I give it to you, just take it, it won't explode."

  He's always like this, even when giving her things, he makes it seem like he's forcing them on her. Hmph.

  "A girl should always have a pretty skirt." Jingyang said, carrying the box of medicine towards the refrigerator, "Put the medicine in the fridge, don't forget to take it yourself, I won't charge any storage fees."

  "The tyrannical landlord" An Lele muttered to himself.

  When Jing Yang sat back down, An Lele smiled at him and said with a blush: "Jing, now that you've found the culprit who scratched your car, do I not have to compensate you anymore?"

  "Yes, I didn't mean for you to compensate me anyway."

  "What?"

  "If I hadn't made it a condition back then, how would you have agreed to come to my home as a tutor?"

  "Ah?" An Le was taken aback and didn't know what to say for a moment.

  "I'll pay for the tuition fees, and I also want to tell you that from now on, you have to keep giving Mesi tutoring." Jingyang said very seriously.

  "Huh?"

  "So it's settled then?"

  "Huh?"

  An Lele hadn't even responded yet, but Jing Yang had already made up his mind. She didn't even have the chance to say no.

  "By the way, give me your thesis and I'll take a look."

  "Why?" An Lele clutched her bag as if it were a treasure.

  "You said it was an excellent paper, let me take a look!"

  An Lele looked at him with a skeptical gaze. He, Jing Mo, was a second-generation rich kid who didn't seem like the studious type. At most, he could only write his good-looking name on top of the documents that his assistant had organized for him. In reality, she was the kind of person whose handwriting, aside from her signature, looked like it was written by an insect crawling across the page.

  An Le thought so in his heart, and a look of disdain naturally appeared on his face. Jing Yang wasn't a fool and saw through it at once.

  He didn't wait for An Lele to react, grabbed her bag and pulled out the paper. An Lele could only pout and frown in protest. As for Jing Mo's overbearing behavior, she could only choose to endure it because she couldn't beat him. In her heart, she despised him: Stop pretending to be a genius, he was definitely looking at her paper like it was a heavenly book, humph, her IQ wasn't something that this kind of mediocre person could match.

  An Lele scolded Jingyang in her heart, feeling much more comfortable. She didn't know that while she was indulging in fantasies, Jingyang had shifted his gaze from the paper in his hand to her face, and from her expressions of frowning and smiling, he already knew what she was thinking.

  "Hey, Anle, if this thesis of yours is an outstanding one, I'll give you a reward."

  "What prize?" An Lele's eyes lit up as soon as he heard there was a prize.

  "Confidential."

  An Le's curiosity was momentarily cooled, but she would try hard because Jing Mo's reward was generous and cost-effective. She was still very satisfied with it. She regretted scolding Jing Yang in her heart just now. In fact, Jing Mo was quite considerate. He had only stopped by her house for a short while and managed to get so many medicines for her grandfather. Being able to provide what others need is also a virtue. It seems that Jing Mo still has this kind of virtue.

  "In another month, you will graduate, what are your plans?"

  "I want to take the civil service exam." An Lele blurted out, going into politics was her long-held dream, being able to be like Iron Lady would be really cool!

  "Going into politics?" Jingyang raised an eyebrow and looked at her, finding it quite amusing.

  In Jingyang's opinion, Anle's personality is the least suitable for being a civil servant. She doesn't have a heart or lungs and still wants to enter politics, it's really surprising that this girl dares to think like that!

  Jing Yang smiled slightly and didn't respond to her. An Le suddenly regretted telling him this, they weren't close anyway, why did she always so unscrupulously tell him so much?!

  Jingyang glanced at the time and picked up his phone to dial a number. After the call connected, he said, "Dahua, go pick up Meixi from school."

  An Le looked at Jing Yang in surprise, didn't he go pick up Mei Xi from school anymore?

  "Don't worry, Messi won't mind, he's learning to be independent now." Jingyang pierced through Anle's inner world, making Anle embarrassed and twitching his mouth.

  "He said he would take the bus to school by himself after a while!" Jingyang said.

  "It seems he adapted very quickly."

  "Yes! You have a part in this!" Jingyang said very seriously.

  "Where is it?!" An Lele responded with a blush.

  "No? Then keep trying!" Jingyang was indeed straightforward.

  Looking at her embarrassed appearance, Jingyang felt that this afternoon was indeed enjoyable. He liked teasing her like a little pet.

  Just as she felt bored and depressed, Maisy walked in with her backpack, saw An Lele and was both surprised and embarrassed, waving her hand and saying: "An Le...". The word "death" was forcibly swallowed back, "Teacher An!"

  Mei Xi suddenly didn't call her "Anle Si" but called her "Teacher An", which surprised her, it seems that her injury still had a great impact on Mei Xi.

  "Go upstairs and study!" Jingyang said.

  Two people went upstairs to study.

  "How's Messi doing in school?"

  "Great!"

  "Is there anything you don't understand?"

  "No, no, you go out first, I'll call you when I have something I don't understand," said Messi, pushing Anle out of the room and closing the door.

  Jingyang witnessed all of this from outside the door, his brow furrowed in concern, he had a bad premonition.

  An Le turned around and happened to see Jing Yang, she bit her lip, Jing Yang looked at her and said: "Come down!"

  "Jing, I think it's pointless now. I'm no longer needed to tutor him. I was thinking..." An Lele's words were cut off by Jing Yang before she could finish speaking. Jing Yang didn't let her continue, "No, Maisi needs your guidance. Without your tutoring, he would still be hiding at home and refusing to go to school. You can help resolve his emotional issues, so I hope you'll stay on and continue to tutor him."

  "You see, he doesn't need me now."

  "No, he just doesn't need you to be with him all the time, he needs you to be at his beck and call."

  "Huh?"

  "An Le, Maisi's mental age is beyond that of his peers, but he is still a child, he needs close friends, and you are his close friend."

  "I..."

  "If you think the tuition fee we offer is low, I can add more." Jingyang is now very afraid that Anle will leave like this, and he is trying every means to retain her.

  "It's not because of money." An Le quickly explained.

  Jingyang would rather it be a matter of money, that way it's easier for him. Now he needs to see her every day!

  Anlele reluctantly nodded. Just then, Messi shouted "Teacher An" in the room, and Anlele had to return to his room again.

  "Teacher An, do you know any good ways to lose weight?" Maisie asked very seriously.

  "Huh?"

  "Aren't all you women supposed to love dieting? How did you lose weight?" Macy asked her.

  "I didn't lose weight!" An Lele was asked and became as confused as a monk who couldn't find his head.

  "Alright, I want to lose weight. Tomorrow afternoon when you come to tutor me, tell me the best way to lose weight, okay?" Macy assigned homework to An Lele.

  An Le smiled and nodded: "Why do you want to lose weight?"

  An Lele has been with Messi for so long, and Messi has always been open to food, ignoring his fat body. How could he think of losing weight after only two days at school?

  The scene outside the door, Jingyang's mouth corners rose, it seems his nephew is in love, he puckered his lips and went downstairs. Anle came down from upstairs, Jingyang stood up and said: "I'll see you off."

  "It's okay... Never mind..."

  "I just happen to have something to say to you," Jingyang said.

  "Uncle, you didn't pick me up from school this afternoon."

  "I'm going to a meeting," Jingyang said, exchanging a glance with Anle, because he had lied, and he had lied to both Anle and Meixi.

  Sitting in the car, Jingyang looked at Anle who was silent and asked first: "How's Messi? What did he say to you?"

  "Hmm, he asked me to help him lose weight."

  "Oh, have you thought about why?"

  An Le shook his head.

  "An Le, I need your help. Please take good care of Mei Xi," Jing Yang said seriously, and An Le suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

  "Will you go to school tomorrow and pick up Mei Xi after class for me?"

  "Ah?" An Lele was startled, and Jing Mo had already arranged tomorrow's task for her.

  "Anything wrong?"

  "Uh..."

  "Alright, no problem, it's settled then."

  An Le was furious, how could this evil spirit be like this? She wasn't without problems, she just hadn't had a chance to say anything yet!

  Is he going to change his ways just because he's not so overbearing? Is he going to change his genes?

  Although An Lele was dissatisfied in her heart, she just kept it to herself. Entrusted by others and loyal to the task, she would do as usual tomorrow.

  After sending An Le home, Jing Yang received a call from his sister Jing Xiao Mei, "Hurry back, your son is in love."

  "What? Hahaha......" Jing Xiaomei burst out laughing on the other end of the phone.

  Jing Yang felt a chill run down his spine, thinking back to the time when he received a love letter from a young girl, and how his sister Jing Xiao Mei had chased him around, determined to nip his budding romance in the bud. But now, why was she being so lenient with her own son?

  "Alright, alright, just in time I need to go back to my country to deal with a few cases."

  Jing Yang let out a long sigh.

  "By the way, send me that little teacher's photo so I can take a look." Jing Xiaomei requested.

  "No."

  "Alright, I'll go with Messi then." Jing Xiaomei had never been afraid of Jing Yang.

  Jingyang abruptly hung up the phone. Why did this sister have to call An Lele? Her thinking is really abnormal, no wonder Meixi isn't like a normal kid either!