The bustling food street was lively and noisy, yet Jiang Mianmian and Zhou Nanye, standing face to face, formed a unique and beautiful scene.

Jiang Mianmian looked at Zhou Nanye, who appeared touched yet slightly pitiful. She couldn’t help but step closer, tiptoeing to pat his head in a comforting gesture.

“If I want to be good to you, I’ll just be good to you. Why would I need a reason?”

She smiled gently and added, “If I must give a reason, it’s because you caught my eye. From the moment I first saw you, I wanted to treat you well.”

Jiang Mianmian was speaking the truth. She had entered this world to care for the male supporting character out of sympathy.

Zhou Nanye’s face flushed as the girl leaned closer. From this proximity, he could clearly see her long, slightly curled lashes, her petite and delicate nose, and her soft pink lips.

He caught the faint fragrance from her and could even feel her gentle breath.

Not daring to offend her with heavy breathing, Zhou Nanye instinctively held his breath.

He let her lightly pat his head, momentarily forgetting his urge to cry. What lingered instead was the shy and bashful warmth of her touch.

Seeing that she had successfully distracted him, Jiang Mianmian pulled back, worried that staying too close might make him too flustered to speak.

Zhou Nanye pressed his lips together, trying to regain his composure. When he did, he looked nervously at Mianmian and said, “I-I will… also… be good… to you…”

But then, as if realizing something, his mood dimmed slightly. “B-but… I have… nothing… to… repay you with…”

Zhou Nanye was well aware of how little he had, and he didn’t want to merely express his gratitude with words.

Hearing this, Jiang Mianmian almost blurted out, “If you can’t repay me, why not marry me?” But fearing she’d scare him off, she bit her tongue and refrained.

Then, as if struck by an idea, Zhou Nanye spoke up.
“I… I have… some… savings… scholarships… and… some… from s-stocks… saved… up… around… six… sixty thousand… though… it’s not… much… I… want… to give it… to you…”

Zhou Nanye knew Mianmian’s family was wealthy, so she wouldn’t care about his small savings. Still, he wanted to show his sincerity.

However, upon hearing this, Jiang Mianmian immediately stepped forward, tiptoeing again to give him a light flick on the forehead.

What started as a gentle pat earlier had now turned into a crisp flick.

Rubbing his slightly sore forehead, Zhou Nanye looked at her, confused and innocent, his handsome face tinged with bewilderment.

“Idiot. Your savings are for your family, not something to just hand out to others,” Jiang Mianmian scolded playfully, her tone both amused and affectionate.

Zhou Nanye froze briefly, instinctively disagreeing in his heart. He didn’t see Mianmian as “just another person.”

“Anyway,” she continued, “the best way you can repay me is by helping me study. That’ll save me from having to hire a tutor. If I become a top student, my parents will be thrilled.”

“You don’t need to think that only money or material things count as repayment.”

Jiang Mianmian tried to reason with him gently, worried he might stubbornly insist on giving her the savings he had painstakingly accumulated over many years.

Of course, she wouldn’t mind accepting it—just not now.

On the surface, Zhou Nanye nodded in agreement, but deep down, he resolved that he would give everything he had to repay her kindness.

This time, Jiang Mianmian hailed a taxi to take them to their next destination: a luxurious private hospital.