Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Jiang Xinyi’s face softened a bit when she heard this, and she gently held Sheng Yue’s hand. “Yueyue, you and An’er (Shengyue’s younger brother) are my only hopes. Don’t let me down.”
Sheng Yue nodded. For some reason, she felt her mother was turning scarier and scarier, so she didn’t dare to say anything. She nodded obediently.
“By the way.” Jiang Xinyi released her hand suddenly and looked at her. “Yueyue, how did Sheng Yang do on the test?”
She cared about Sheng Yang’s performance very much. Last time, Sheng Yang got a perfect score on the math test, which made Grandmother Sheng very unsatisfied with her. She invited Grandmother Sheng to visit her home several times, but she refused and didn’t view her as closely as before.
Although Jiang Xinyi thought Sheng Yang’s score was just a flash in the pan last time, she still asked.
In college, she seemed to have no desires but in fact, she had secretly competed with Kang Weizhen in almost everything.
It was the same now. She wanted not only to sign a contract with Ming Qi, but she also wanted to beat Kang Weizhen in terms of career, or to be exact, in everything.
When Sheng Yue heard her question, her heart flipped. Stared at by her mother, she sweated then looked away and said casually, “Well, I have no idea. After all, we aren’t in the same class but she failed Chinese exams several times before. I heard it from He Yuan.”
“Really?”
“You can check if you don’t believe me.” Sheng Yue suddenly seemed annoyed. “What does her score have to do with you? Why do you even care? Now I told you but you don’t believe me.”
Jiang Xinyi felt stunned then returned to her normal motherly manner. Maybe she was being too pushy. Since Yueyue said so, she couldn’t be lying.
If Sheng Yang did so poorly in Chinese, it wouldn’t help even if she was a bit better in Math.
So Jiang Xinyi tried to soothe Sheng Yue. “Okay Yueyue, I understand why you’ve been so upset recently. Sheng Yang’s return has inevitably disrupted your rhythm. Relax and don’t feel so affected by her.”
“OK.” Sheng Yue bit her lip. Looking at her mother’s gentle smile, she felt a little worried. Her mother would definitely go to the school celebration. Paper couldn’t wrap up a fire and her mother would find out Sheng Yang’s ranking on this exam sooner or later.
Now she just hoped that her ensemble with Han Jingyu during the school celebration would get her some glory and calm the storm a little bit.
**
Late at night, only the clock was ticking and time passed silently like water.
The room was quiet and Yi Juncheng was examining Sheng Yang’s papers unbelievably quickly.
He propped his arm against the table, standing casually and staring at the test paper.
He offered to check Sheng Yang’s Chinese test with the excuse that he was her tutor.
“Okay.” At a loss for how to improve her composition, Sheng Yang handed him the test paper.
She only lost five points on this composition. Yi Juncheng read her composition and without reading the teacher’s comments, he had already figured out her problem. “I’ll help you.”
“Okay.” Sheng Yang cupped her own palm-sized face on her hands and blinked her amber eyes, looking as delicate as a little flower with no idea about how adorable she looked now.
Yi Juncheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed and he almost lost control of himself. He tousled his hair, covering half of his handsome face and concealing the desire on his face.
Gosh, she’s killing me.
