She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

On Friday afternoon, Song Zhilan changed into a more formal outfit, put on light makeup, and arrived at the Lu family at the agreed time.

The housekeeper took her into the villa: "Madam, this is Miss Song."

Mother Lu sat on the sofa and said "hmm" without even turning her head: "Let her come over."

Song Zhilan walked up to her and said, "Mrs. Lu."

Mother Lu looked up at her and was quite satisfied: "Please sit down first. I have a few words to tell you."

Song Zhilan sat down as he was told, and Mother Lu took out a card: "There is a hundred thousand in it."

She looked at Mother Lu in confusion: "Mrs. Lu, what does this mean?"

"Our child has a rather cold and arrogant personality, but he has been spoiled since he was a child, so he is actually a bit naive."

"You are somewhat close in age to him, so I want to remind you not to have any other thoughts."

Song Zhilan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Mrs. Lu, you worry too much."

She just thought that this was a mother's worry that her son was deceived by someone with ulterior motives, and assured him: "I just want to make some money as a part-time worker, and I don't have any other ideas."

Mrs. Lu stared into her eyes for a while, then smiled meaningfully: "That's good, keep this card for now."

Song Zhilan declined: "Haven't we already agreed on the salary? I can't take this card."

Mrs. Lu still handed her the card:

"This is not the salary for a tutor. I have another favor to ask of you. Ye Xing's situation is rather special. I will tell you in detail once you are familiar with him."

Song Zhilan still didn't answer: "Then let's talk about it when the time comes."

Mother Lu did not force it and took the card back: "Okay, Ye Xing is upstairs now, I'll take you upstairs."

Song Zhilan hurriedly stood up and followed Mrs. Lu to a bedroom on the third floor.

"Yexing, Sister Song is here."

Mother Lu knocked on the door, but there was no movement from inside.

She smiled apologetically: "Sorry, Ye Xing has a cold temper, you have to bear with me."

At this point, she seemed to remember something:

"By the way, this child might do something to hurt himself sometimes, so you must keep an eye on him when you are alone with him."

Song Zhilan didn't expect this situation to happen. She felt a little regretful, but Lu's mother had already opened the bedroom door and took her in.

This is a very large bedroom. All you can see is a bed and a large sofa, but there is no sign of Lu Yexing.

Mrs. Lu walked to a door and pushed it open again: "Yexing, let me introduce you, this is Sister Song who is here to tutor you in physics."

Song Zhilan didn't realize something was wrong. When he walked into the room, he found that it was a study with two very tall bookcases against the wall.

A boy in a white sweatshirt was sitting at the table reading a book. He didn't even raise his head, as if he didn't hear the sound at all.

Mother Lu took Song Zhilan to the table and knocked on it, then smiled and introduced her again: "Yexing, this is Sister Song."

Only then did Song Zhilan see the boy's face clearly.

The smooth jawline outlines the perfect facial contour, and from her angle, you can see the three-dimensional eyebrow arch hidden under the bangs.

As his eyes blinked from time to time, his thick eyelashes flickered, adding a bit of cuteness to the cold boy.

He has very fair skin and a small mole on the bridge of his nose. He is clearly a teenager, but he doesn't look immature at all. He looks more mature and steady like an adult man.

He lowered his eyes slightly and was looking at the book in his hands very seriously.

For some reason, Song Zhilan felt that he might not be qualified to tutor him.

Lu Yexing completely ignored her. Dissatisfaction and resentment flashed in Lu's mother's eyes, but she quickly concealed it and said:

"Ms. Song, please have a good conversation with Ye Xing. I won't bother you for now."

Without waiting for Song Zhilan to speak, she had already walked out and closed the door.

Song Zhilan suddenly became a little nervous. She introduced herself:

"Hello, Yexing, I'm your physics tutor. You can call me Teacher Song."

Lu Yexing turned a page of the book calmly and still ignored her.

"When can we have a trial class?" Song Zhilan tried to communicate with him, "We can get a general understanding of what aspects you need to improve on."

The silence in the room seemed to suffocate her. She didn't know how long it had been before Lu Yexing put down the book and glanced at her. His eyes seemed so cold that she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

"Teacher Song, I think it's common sense not to disturb others when they are busy."

His tone was also very cold, without any emotion, but his voice was very nice, but Song Zhilan was not in the mood to appreciate his voice at this time.

Lu Yexing's words made Song Zhilan hang his head in shame.

Ever since she heard Mrs. Lu say that Lu Yexing might hurt herself, she had already decided in her heart that he was a student with mental disorders. Otherwise, why would he drop out of school and stay home?

Based on this level of understanding, and the fact that Lu's mother greeted Lu Yexing as soon as she came in but received no response.

Song Zhilan subconsciously believed that this was a sign that Lu Yexing refused to communicate with the outside world. He never thought that he was reading seriously and his noise disturbed him.

"I'm sorry..." She apologized awkwardly, "I just..."

Lu Yexing looked at the girl coldly and frowned inwardly. What was Lin Chengji planning to do by getting her to his side?

He didn't believe that his cousin was doing this for his own good.

"What did she say to you just now?"

Lu Yexing never thought that Song Zhilan had a misunderstanding because of what Lu's mother said. He just thought that she was a girl with no courage and no vision.

However, based on his understanding of that woman, how could she miss such a good opportunity to plot against him.

Song Zhilan was a little slow to react: "What?"

Lu Yexing repeated: "What did she tell you about me?"

"Mrs. Lu?" Song Zhilan still didn't dare to look him in the eye, and hurriedly swam away from his sight. "She didn't say anything. She just asked me to tutor you well."

Song Zhilan couldn't say that Mrs. Lu asked him not to have any bad thoughts about Lu Yexing, nor could he say that Mrs. Lu said he had a mental illness.

Lu Yexing sneered unabashedly.

Has he been bribed by that woman?

Now that Lu Lin has been sent abroad, he has plenty of time to play with these two people.

Perhaps I could make good use of this incident and send that woman to accompany her beloved son.

Song Zhilan was startled by the sneer and only then did she realize that the relationship between Mrs. Lu and her son was not as harmonious as she had imagined.

While she was anxious, Lu Yexing didn't seem to dwell on what happened just now, but said, "Let's start now."

Song Zhilan breathed a sigh of relief, quickly took out his book and sat next to Lu Yexing.

"leave me alone."

Lu Yexing's cold voice sounded again, not hiding his resistance: "I don't like people getting too close to me."

Song Zhilan moved his chair aside somewhat awkwardly and began his lecture.

But she found that Lu Yexing's eyes were not on the book at all, and he seemed not to be listening to her lecture at all.

Two hours passed quickly, and Song Zhilan tried to ask: "Do you... understand?"

Lu Yexing stood up and said, "Let's stop here today. I need to rest. You can go now."

After saying that, he walked out of the study. Song Zhilan was a little disheveled. He waited for a long time and confirmed that Lu Yexing would never come back. Then he packed up his things and walked out of the bedroom.

Mrs. Lu was still sitting on the sofa downstairs. When she saw her coming down, she asked, "How was his performance today?"

Song Zhilan forced a smile: "Very good."

"What did he do?"

Lu Yexing stood behind the railing on the second floor and heard Song Zhilan's voice: "He...didn't do anything."

I didn't do anything and didn't listen to my own lectures.

Song Zhilan didn’t know what the meaning of her existence was. She felt that she might be fired in a few days.