On the bustling streets of South City, a sleek, dark purple Maybach came to a steady stop at the traffic light, patiently waiting for the signal to turn green.
The driver in the front seat wore a pair of dark sunglasses, his hands gently tapping his fingertips on the steering wheel from time to time.
Not bad. Today was going smoothly so far. He had been assigned to pick up Miss Su and that girl named Meng Huange. They were currently on their way to Baiying Academy.
Calling Meng Huange just “a girl” wasn’t exactly accurate. According to Su Zong, Meng Huange’s presence was meant to help Miss Su turn her life around—a kind of assistant, or rather… an external advisor.
— Excellent grades, good character, multiple awards at the provincial level, no bad records, and a talent Su Zong had been cultivating for many years. From any angle, she was trustworthy.
… Sigh, that being said, could such a young girl—barely older than Liu Wanli—really influence Miss Su? Could she really steer this little troublemaker onto the right path and help her life get back on track? It felt like just not letting Miss Su get spoiled was already a full-time job…
Besides, based on what he saw yesterday, their relationship didn’t seem very close.
Yesterday, when he was picking them up from school, the two girls acted like complete strangers. They didn’t even talk; there was no meaningful interaction at all during the entire ride.
As for yesterday morning, Liu Wanli had been so eager not to ride with Meng Huange that she kept urging to leave early.
… In the end, it was Miss Su herself who got out of the car and told Meng Huange to take the car to school by herself. That alone spoke volumes about the distance between them.
The driver quietly lifted his rearview mirror and glanced back at the car behind.
But then again, young people these days were unpredictable. Just two days ago, these two had gone to the amusement park together; yesterday, they were at odds. And now…
… They were laughing and chatting again!?
“So, Miss Su, forget about those old notes for now. Take a look at this batch. I reorganized and adjusted these notebooks last night…”
The delicate brown-haired girl smiled faintly, pulling three notebooks from her schoolbag and handing them to Miss Su.
With a glance, the driver caught a glimpse of what Meng Huange had prepared. One notebook was covered with neatly stuck colorful sticky notes, the handwriting extremely neat and elegant. But from his angle, he couldn’t quite make out the exact contents.
A bunch of brightly colored sticky notes, with what looked like ‘selection and adjustment’ marks…
Wait, were they discussing love letters?
Ha, this was all part of youth. He had done similar things back in the day. He just hadn’t expected Miss Su to have a day like this.
From the quantity, there were surprisingly many admirers confessing to Miss Su. He had thought, given her personality, she wouldn’t attract anyone to the point of getting love letters.
Then again, how could she not? After all, Miss Su was a refined and charming young lady, and her family was wealthy and influential. Having suitors was only natural.
Still, most of them were probably going to be disappointed—Miss Su had always been indifferent to romantic topics.
“Huh? More new notebooks? This is already the third batch, isn’t it? Don’t you write them yourself?”
Miss Su frowned, clearly annoyed, exhaling sharply. Yet surprisingly, she didn’t just toss the notebooks aside; she started flipping through them.
Third batch? Were there really so many people at Baiying Academy who liked Miss Su? Most of them were probably just after the Su family’s power.
Wait, that doesn’t sound right. What did Miss Su mean just now by ‘Don’t you write them yourself’?
Well, it was clear Meng Huange was assisting Miss Su as her aide, helping her with selecting and judging potential suitors, even writing comments for reference.
The driver frowned silently, wondering how he would report this to Su Zong later.
Meng Huange and Miss Su’s relationship seemed to be getting on track, and she was trying to handle some matters for her—though those matters oddly involved romance…
That was far from what Su Zong had expected. He planned to pull the surveillance footage later, record the names of those boys, and send everything to Su Zong.
The traffic light finally turned green, and the driver slowly pressed the accelerator.
Just then, Miss Su suddenly relaxed and pointed to a corner of the notebook.
“Meng Huange, haven’t I already seen this part? Why are you still wasting my time going over it?”
“Miss Su, I’ve added some new information here. You can check the data you submitted again.”
“Are you seriously underestimating me? I’ve already tried it myself. I don’t need it. Just don’t.”
Underestimating? She had already tried?
Tried what exactly?
The driver wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
No way. When Miss Su was in her first year of high school, she clearly hadn’t had any romantic experience and wasn’t interested in those matters.
Could it be that in just one semester of her second year, she suddenly started dating a lot of people?
No, better not report that yet—lest Su Zong blame him for poor supervision…
“Well… this one, this one, and another… These are all roughly the same type. They took up a lot of my time back then.”
“Not bad. Just judging by the handwriting alone, it looks like Miss Su has fully understood everything. I’ll keep a record of these and send them to you later. You can try reviewing them as well.”
One notebook or two?
Meng Huange, what exactly are you teaching Miss Su!?
The driver nearly gasped and almost lost control of the steering wheel.
If Meng Huange was really teaching Miss Su to become a player who dated many people, this was definitely not something he could ignore.
Apparently tired of the notebooks, Liu Wanli closed them and sighed heavily at Meng Huange.
“Meng Huange, how do you spend so much time every night organizing these? Doesn’t it make you impatient?”
“As long as it’s for your benefit, I certainly don’t mind.”
“Right, right! But clearly there’s a more effective way to do this, isn’t there?”
“Please enlighten me.”
“Since you already know everything that needs recording, instead of spending all this time on these notebooks, why don’t you just tell me directly?”
Miss Su muttered softly, her gaze drifting to the window.
“Hua Zhang, even if not at school, we still have plenty of time to be together, right?”
The driver brought the car to a stop at the next traffic light, then quietly took off his sunglasses and rubbed his temple.
What’s wrong? Was he hallucinating from lack of rest?
Miss Su… was she really talking about being together with Meng Huange?
It must be a misunderstanding—they were probably talking about something else.
But Miss Su’s face was flushed red, her gaze shifting around. It really did seem like she was talking about love.
No matter. Even if Miss Su had some fuzzy feelings, Meng Huange had rationally declined.
After a moment, Meng Huange smiled gently and nodded at Miss Su.
“That’s right.”
Not wrong. Not wrong at all.