Luo Xiaomei ran home crying, immediately starting to complain about Chu Xia’s actions. “Mom, Second Sister took my watch and my bicycle! Mom, you have to go get them back! If you don’t, I’ll be so embarrassed at school!”

“All you care about is your pride. Why don’t you go get them yourself?” Luo Dasao, who had long been fed up with her selfish little sister-in-law, pointed at her and scolded, “Crying, crying, all you do is cry! The bicycle belongs to our family, and I’m the one who should be crying if it’s lost!”

The more Luo Da Sao spoke, the angrier she became. “Let me tell you something, Luo Chuhong, if you don’t get that bike back, you’re going to have problems with me!”

Wang Yulan, feeling sorry for her daughter, sat beside Luo Xiaomei and sighed, then looked at Luo Dasao, saying, “The bicycle belongs to Chu Xia. If she wants it back, your little sister can’t stop her. It’s not her fault. I failed to raise Chu Xia properly.”

“That’s right! You did fail!” Luo Dasao, already harboring resentment, exploded.

The fact that she hadn’t received a share of the family property had been festering inside her, and now she had found an outlet for her frustration.

She lashed out without restraint, “Who in this family have you raised properly besides Luo Chuxia? I must have been out of my mind to marry into this family. Two kids, and still no house to show for it! Luo Chuyang, you’re such a coward!”

“How dare you talk to my mother like that?” Luo Dage stood up, glaring at his wife, raising his fist as if to strike her.

“Big Brother!” Luo Xiaomei exclaimed in shock.

But Luo Dasao was unafraid, meeting Luo Dage’s gaze with even fiercer anger. “Go ahead! Hit me! Hit me on the head! If you kill me, then we won’t have to live together anymore!”

Wang Yulan sat there, stunned for a moment before bursting into tears. “Chuyang, don’t hit her. It’s all my fault. I’m the one bringing bad luck to this family. If you all resent me so much, I’ll just go die and stop being a burden to you!”

“Mom! Mom!” Luo Dage quickly embraced Wang Yulan, trying to calm her down.

Luo Chuming also rushed over to help, while Luo Xiaomei stood there, frozen, wondering how her simple complaint had escalated into this chaos.

Luo Chuming shot a sharp look at Luo Dasao. “Sister-in-law, if you don’t want to be with my brother anymore, just say so. Don’t make a scene here. Our family hasn’t mistreated you. If you want to go back to your parents’ home, no one is stopping you.”

But Luo Dasao had no intention of returning to her parents’ home, which was worse off than the Luo family and valued sons over daughters.

If she went back, her brother would kick her out immediately.

Her outburst was driven by pent-up frustration and the sense of entitlement she felt from having borne a son and a daughter for the Luo family.

Hearing Luo Chuming’s words, she sat down on the floor and began to cry, “You heartless Luo family! Luo Chuyang(Dage’s real name), you have no heart! I’ve given you children, but there’s no house, no money, and now your brother treats me like dirt! What’s the point of living anymore?”

As she cried, her daughter and son joined in, turning the Luo household into a chaotic mess.

Chu Xia, unaware of the turmoil at the Luo home, would have been delighted had she known, as this was exactly what she had anticipated.

At that moment, Chu Xia was focused on working through the physics problems on her test, under the guidance of Cen Zhengnian.

Chu Xia had remembered a few uncertain physics questions from the test and had jotted them down in a notebook as soon as she got home, planning to work on them in the evening.

When she started working on the first problem, she found herself stuck again, drawing several lines on the scratch paper but still feeling that something was off.

“Here,” Cen Zhengnian pointed out, “you missed considering the frictional force.”

Cen Zhengnian suddenly spoke from behind her, pointing to a spot on the small paper ball.

Chu Xia was startled and turned to look at him.

Cen Zhengnian smiled and nodded at the paper. “Give it a try.”

Chu Xia followed his suggestion, and indeed, there was no more sense of discord, and she was able to solve the problem.

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Naturally, Cen Zhengnian sat down beside Chu Xia and helped her with the remaining physics problems.

There was only one problem.

Chu Xia had just missed some key points, and with a little guidance from Cen Zhengnian, she suddenly saw the light and was able to solve all the problems smoothly.

She held the notebook, feeling both pleased and a bit frustrated. “It was so simple! Why couldn’t I think of doing it this way during the exam?”

Cen Zhengnian laughed softly, and when Chu Xia looked over at him, he smiled and said, “It’s easy to forget some knowledge when you’re too nervous during the exam.”

What he said was true, but in her case, it wasn’t nervousness—she simply didn’t know how to do it!

The next day, she would be taking exams in English, biology, and chemistry, all subjects Chu Xia was good at.

Still, she didn’t take it lightly and pulled out an English test paper to familiarize herself with the material.

Cen Zhengnian watched for a while, very surprised at how good Chu Xia’s English was.

Realizing she didn’t need any help, he returned to studying Cen Huai’an’s handwriting.

He had been teaching Cen Huai’an how to practice his writing earlier.

“For this character, you need to use more strength here and relax there,” Cen Zhengnian instructed.

Cen Huai’an felt annoyed.

He understood what Cen Zhengnian meant but just refused to do it, continuing to write in his previous manner.

Suddenly, Cen Zhengnian took hold of Cen Huai’an’s hand, guiding him to feel the strokes of the character, writing each one with great patience.

Cen Huai’an felt very uncomfortable, furrowing his little brows and squirming around, but Cen Zhengnian, behind him, said, “Don’t move.”

Though his voice wasn’t stern, Cen Huai’an stopped moving, pressing his lips together, no longer resisting, and even feeling a hint of excitement inside.

When Cen Huai’an learned the character, he moved on to the next one; if he didn’t learn it, they continued to practice.

Regardless of how fast or slow he learned or how frustrated he got, Cen Zhengnian never showed a hint of impatience, carefully correcting Cen Huai’an’s bad habits in handwriting.

When it was time for bed, Chu Xia realized she and Cen Zhengnian were going to sleep on the same bed, causing her heart to race with nervousness.

Would Cen Zhengnian want to sleep with her?

She wasn’t ready for that.

Although Cen Zhengnian was great—handsome, with a good figure and a personality she didn’t dislike—sleeping together on the first day they met was too overwhelming for her; she couldn’t handle it.

It wasn’t until she was lying in bed that Chu Xia realized she had been overthinking.

Cen Zhengnian hadn’t considered that at all.

He lay directly on the outer side, with Cen Huai’an close to him, leaving her to sleep on the innermost side.

She had to admit, this arrangement did make Chu Xia feel relieved, removing any tension, and she quickly fell asleep.

Soon, her sleeping position became unruly again.

Her leg ended up pressing on Cen Huai’an.

Cen Huai’an was already used to this.

Even in his sleep, he could instinctively push her leg away.

But today, after pushing her leg away, he felt something was wrong when his hand landed beside him.

Startled, he woke up to find that his father, who had been sleeping next to him, was gone!

Cen Huai’an rubbed his eyes, sat up, and looked around, but there was no one there.

However, there was a faint light coming through the gap in the curtain from the outer room.

He furrowed his little brows and quietly crawled out of bed.

What was his father doing so late at night instead of sleeping?

Cen Huai’an was very curious about Cen Zhengnian, but he didn’t want to ask.

He just wanted to observe quietly.

He stealthily lifted a corner of the curtain and saw Cen Zhengnian frowning, sitting at the table with a pen in hand, writing and drawing on paper.

A stack of similar papers had already piled up beside him.

Cen Huai’an had good eyesight and could see that the papers were filled with dense characters, numbers, and symbols he didn’t understand.