Duoduo successfully swiped the card on her own.
The little girl’s face lit up with a bright smile.
Old Master Ji was deeply pleased. "It was the right decision to let Duoduo and Xiaoyue play together. Look, Duoduo has even become more outgoing."
Rong Yu: "…"
After a pause, she softened her tone and said, "From now on, Duoduo will live at home. Any objections?"
Old Master Ji, sensing his mother’s disapproval, quickly shook his head. "No objections."
"And one more thing," Rong Yu continued. "Zhouye will also come home to live."
Living outside had only made him wilder.
Staying up all night playing games, wasting his youth like this.
After all, he was her great-grandson by blood—she had to step in and discipline him.
As Ji Zhouye approached, he heard this and immediately protested, "No way! I’m staying at the villa near school—"
"You don’t get a say in this," Old Master Ji interrupted, kicking him in the backside. "From now on, you’re responsible for accompanying your great-grandmother to and from school. Also, she’s just arrived in this era and is a bit out of touch. Since you’re good at studying, make time to tutor her…"
Ji Zhouye broke out in a cold sweat.
His grades were a complete disaster—he hadn’t even scored a hundred in the last monthly exam.
But then again, Rong Yu was a relic from seventy years ago. Surely her academic skills were worse?
The thought lifted his spirits.
The shopping spree continued.
Luxury clothes, shoes, handbags, necklaces, jewelry, accessories…
Old Master Ji bought for Rong Yu.
Rong Yu, in turn, bought for Duoduo.
Those sparkling fairy-like princess dresses and crystal shoes were so beautiful that Rong Yu wanted to buy out the entire mall.
Once the shopping was done, Old Master Ji handed over a wallet full of black cards. "Mom, take these. It’ll make things easier whenever you want to buy something."
Rong Yu was about to refuse when Ji Zhouye shamelessly leaned in. "With so many black cards, it’s not too much to ask for one, right?"
"Get lost!" Old Master Ji smacked the back of his head. "You get 100,000 a month in allowance—isn’t that enough?"
Ji Zhouye: "…"
Normally, it was enough.
But.
A couple of days ago, he’d impulsively bought a necklace for Rong Yu to confess his feelings—and it cost nearly a million. His credit card was maxed out.
But he didn’t dare mention it.
If Old Master Ji found out about this reckless spending, he’d be lucky to escape with his life.
"Then I’ll take them," Rong Yu said, accepting the stack of black cards with a faint smile. "From now on, I’ll handle Zhouye’s allowance."
Ji Zhouye suddenly felt a deep sense of foreboding.
The next day at school, Ji Zhouye drove the brand-new car Rong Yu had bought the day before, smoothly parking near the school villa. They walked together for about five minutes to the school gate.
"Wild Bro!"
Chen Nian spotted Ji Zhouye from a distance and ran over, only to freeze in disbelief when he saw Ji Zhouye carrying two backpacks.
He lowered his voice. "You’re carrying Rong Yu’s bag? You look like her lackey. What’s going on?"
Ji Zhouye sighed inwardly.
Old Master Ji had given strict orders—he had to serve Rong Yu, his great-grandmother, with utmost diligence.
Open the car door for her when she got in.
Pull out her chair when she sat down.
Carry her bags when she shopped.
Even serve her food during meals…
Life was truly miserable.
When Ji Zhouye didn’t respond, Chen Nian waggled his eyebrows. "Wild Bro, you’re a legend. To win Rong Yu over, you’re willing to humble yourself like this? I bow to no one but you…"
"Shut your damn mouth!"
Ji Zhouye wished he could gag him.
Clearing his throat, he turned and handed the backpack to Rong Yu. "Uh… you go ahead to class. I’m gonna smoke."
Rong Yu pulled a notebook from her bag and tossed it at him. "Last night, I drafted a plan. Read it while you smoke."
Ji Zhouye caught it and flipped it open—then froze.
Being late or leaving early: 1,000 deducted per minute.
Sleeping in class: 1,000 per minute.
Smoking: 5,000 deducted.
Fighting: 10,000 deducted…
Chen Nian peeked over. "Wild Bro, what’s this about deducting thousands?"
Ji Zhouye was furious.
His monthly allowance was only 100,000—how could he afford these fines?
Storming into the classroom, he slammed the notebook onto Rong Yu’s desk. "What the hell is this?!"
The entire class looked up.
Everyone knew Ji Zhouye had a temper—he didn’t even respect teachers when he was in one of his moods.
And Rong Yu had already humiliated him in front of everyone a few days ago.
Now, whatever she’d done had set him off again.
Rong Yu calmly looked up. "Disrespecting elders: 10,000 deducted."
"On what grounds?!" Ji Zhouye leaned over the desk, teeth clenched. "Why are you docking my allowance?!"
Rong Yu: "You tell me—why?"
Ji Zhouye was speechless.
Because she was the Ji family’s matriarch.
Because half the family’s fortune had originated from her.
She glanced at the cigarette box in his hand. "Still smoking?"
"N-no," Ji Zhouye deflated like a punctured balloon. "I’ll quit. Happy now?"
Truthfully, he wasn’t addicted.
He just thought smoking looked cool—did it to fit in.
Slumping into his seat, the whole class silently averted their eyes.
So even the school’s notorious troublemaker could be tamed by love.
Chen Nian was stunned, then grinned. "Wild Bro, she’s already controlling you. She must really be into you…"
Ji Zhouye shoved a steamed bun into his mouth.
For the rest of class, he didn’t dare sleep or play games—just sat there spacing out. As long as his allowance wasn’t cut, it was fine.
By evening study hall, when free time was announced, he immediately rallied his gang and bolted to an internet café to game.
Rong Yu didn’t say a word.
Raising a kid was about balance—tighten the reins, then loosen them. Too much pressure would only breed rebellion.
She immersed herself in solving linear parabolic equations.
Time flew when she was focused, and soon, study hall ended.
As she walked out with her bag, Rong Ruoyao and Song Huai were also leaving.
Ruoyao spotted Rong Yu in the crowd.
This sister of hers used to be so plain she’d blend into the background.
But lately, it was as if the dust had been brushed off her. Even in a sea of high school girls, Rong Yu stood out.
Ruoyao glanced at Song Huai.
His gaze lingered on Rong Yu.
Though he quickly looked away, it still unsettled her.
She said, "Didn’t my sister apply to live on campus? What’s she doing out so late? Oh, I heard rumors that she and Ji Zhouye are… close. You don’t think they’re sneaking off to a hotel, do you?"
Song Huai frowned. "Don’t spread baseless rumors."
Ruoyao pressed her lips together.
Just wait—when Rong Yu ended up pregnant, they’d see who was spreading rumors.
For now, she’d watch and wait.
