After rebirth, I rejected the rich yandere lady

Early morning.

An Nuannuan, clad in white pajamas, got up from the soft, large bed.

The floor was scattered with many sketches.

Her long hair was a disheveled mess, like a tumbleweed, and her dopey eyes still held a hint of sleep-talking as she propped her body up to sit.

The loose pajamas revealed a sliver of her creamy, white shoulders and a glimpse of a pink strap.

In her wheelchair, An Nuannuan usually seemed rather petite.

But some parts of her had developed quite nicely.

She pulled up her pajama pants, revealing slender, pale legs that were particularly dazzling in the morning sunlight.

To be honest, these were a very attractive pair of legs, pure and white as jade, as if they had never been tarnished by the dust of the outside world.

Just a bit too thin, though, despite the daily massages for rehabilitation; they just weren't as well-proportioned as those of someone who walked every day.

She exerted control over her legs, feeling that she could only move them slightly, realizing that it would probably take some more time before she could walk properly again.

At this time, the housekeeper came with the wheelchair, glancing at the sketches all over the floor, she began cleaning up and said, "Nuannuan, did you stay up late working on drafts again?"

"Mmh."

The housekeeper sighed. To be honest, fifty yuan for a painting really wasn't even enough to cover the cost of the paint.

But as long as it made her happy, that's all that mattered.

The housekeeper brought her clothes to change into, removing the pajamas to reveal Nuannuan's pale skin in the open air, looking down she could barely see her toes.

"Nuannuan, you have such a nice figure, and your skin, too, is so fair, like milk," the housekeeper couldn't help but praise.

An Nuannuan tilted her head, seemingly unaware of her own physique.

The housekeeper shook her head with a smile, helped her into her dress, and then massaged her legs, asking, "Do your legs feel anything this morning?"

"Yeah, a bit itchy."

"That's good, it means they're starting to recover. Make sure you keep massaging them at school too, it'll help you recover faster," said the housekeeper reassuringly.

After breakfast.

The housekeeper prepared to drive her to school.

But she found that An Nuannuan had taken her wheelchair and removed several bunches of grapes from the fridge, even wrapping them in a fruit basket.

"Nuannuan, I've already packed some fruit for you, why are you taking so many grapes?"

"I want to give them to a friend, he said he likes grapes," Nuannuan replied.

"A friend?"

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, then remembered something, "Nuannuan, the friend you're talking about, isn't it that boy?"

"Yes," An Nuannuan nodded her head, after all, Xu Musen was the only boy she knew.

The housekeeper didn't quite know what to say for a moment.

These grapes were grown from expensive imported vines, manually cared for without pesticides; if sold in the market, they would be priced per grape.

Just a few of them would cost more than those fifty yuan.

"Even if you're giving them away, you don't need to take so many," the housekeeper remarked.

"But grandma said we shouldn't be stingy with friends," Nuannuan responded earnestly.

The housekeeper was somewhat helpless, but let her have her way.

She drove An Nuannuan to school.

Afterward, the secretary made a phone call.

"Mr. Liang, Nuannuan has arrived at school, but there's something I want to report to you..."

The housekeeper recounted An Nuannuan's recent actions.

An amiable and kind voice came from the other end of the phone, "Alright, I'm aware. Since the child isn't causing trouble, let matters take their course. It's good that Nuannuan has finally made a friend; her happiness is what's important."

After hanging up, the housekeeper looked at An Nuannuan, who was entering the school gates pushing her wheelchair and holding the fruit basket, gave a resigned smile, and drove away.

...

At this moment.

Outside the door of Class Three, Year 12.

A figure in a wheelchair appeared, poking her head inside to look around the classroom.

"Are you looking for someone?" asked a female classmate curiously.

"Is Xu Musen in this class?" An Nuannuan asked, holding the fruit basket in her arms.

"You're looking for Xu Musen?"

The female student exclaimed in surprise; after all, Xu Musen was somewhat of a celebrity in the school.

Moreover, almost everyone thought that Xu Musen was Yao Mingyue's possession, with no other girl daring to approach him.

Many eyes in the class turned to look over, and He Qiang, who had just arrived at school, was also surprised when he recognized her and walked over.

"It's you?"

An Nuannuan squinted her eyes at He Qiang, her eyes suddenly brightening: "I remember you! You're the little black that was following Xu Musen that day!"

The girl's voice was sincere and serious, her peach-blossom eyes clear yet foolish.

He Qiang: ???

"Pfft! Hahaha!"

"Damn, that nickname is so apt!"

Laughter erupted from the surrounding students; He Qiang was well-known for his dark skin and he was also a bit muscular.

Compared to Xu Musen's clean and fair appearance, when they walked together, He Qiang did indeed resemble a large black dog.

He Qiang felt like he wanted to vomit blood.

"I have a name, I am called He..."

"Here, these are grapes for him, tell him to eat them soon, don't you sneak eat them all by yourself."

An Nuannuan was completely oblivious to the problem in her words as she handed over the fruit basket to He Qiang, making sure to remind him.

This made He Qiang feel like a dog unable to hide his leftover bread.

The people around almost died of laughter.

He Qiang stood there, thinking damn, who had he offended early in the morning?

But by the time he snapped out of it, An Nuannuan had already left with her wheelchair.

...

At this moment, Xu Musen and Yao Mingyue were finally getting off the bus.

"You're really something," Xu Musen said to her as soon as he got off.

Today, he had thought of getting up early to avoid her, but as soon as he left the house, Yao Mingyue somehow timed it perfectly to leave as well.

He made up an excuse about having a stomachache to go back, yet Yao Mingyue ended up waiting for him downstairs all this while.

After back-and-forth tugging, Xu Musen had accepted the reality and endured her pretending to slip and pinch his butt all the way.

Such humiliation!

"Please take good care of me during this time," Yao Mingyue said, with the corners of her mouth lifted, striding toward the school entrance with her long legs.

Xu Musen gritted his teeth, thinking that the first thing he would do with money was to buy a car as soon as possible to see how she would continue to hitch rides.

The two arrived at the classroom.

They found the people in the class staring at them.

Although they were used to such stares, someone suddenly started teasing: "Xu Musen, a pretty girl just delivered some love-filled fruits for you!"

Xu Musen was startled for a moment, following their gazes to see a fruit basket on his desk, filled with packaged grapes.

Xu Musen's mind instantly thought of who it could be.

He had just mentioned it in passing yesterday, he hadn't expected she would really bring him some.

But at this moment, Yao Mingyue, who had entered the class with him, suddenly had a cold look in her eyes.

Fruit for him? From another girl?

The possessiveness and sense of crisis in Yao Mingyue's heart surged forth!

"Ming Yue." Her best friend tugged at her sleeve.

Yao Mingyue managed to hold back from exploding on the spot, knowing that many eyes around her were waiting for a show.

She silently pursed her lips and took her seat.

Liu Ruonan took conscious action in her role as a best friend and spy, whispering, "Just now, a girl entered the class looking for Xu Musen, saying he likes grapes..."

"Who was it?" Yao Mingyue restrained her emotions, her voice indifferent.

"I haven't seen her much, her hair covered her face so I didn't catch her looks, but she had nice skin... Oh right, she came in a wheelchair."

A wheelchair?

The image of a silly figure flashed across Yao Mingyue's mind.

Even a voice echoed in her head.

"Thank you for taking care of my business, you are a good person too..."

Yao Mingyue instantly felt like grinding her teeth, a gleam of darkness flitting across her eyes.

Taking my man's flower, earning my money!

And now even trying to hit on my man?