Lanfeng International Apartments.
After taking a short nap and soaking in the large bathtub, Lin Mu Xue finally felt alive again.
She changed into a fitted silk minidress and lounged lazily on the sofa.
She shared on Little Red Book and Douyin the photos she had taken during her time in the Imperial Capital, full of that "effortlessly high-end" vibe.
After finishing all that, she hesitated before walking over to the desk.
She opened her laptop and entered the online course for Imperial College London's Global MBA program.
She opened a courseware file titled Global Corporate Strategic Management, forced herself to calm down, and began studying seriously.
Her week-plus trip to London had mainly been for the alumni gathering and to complete her official enrollment procedures.
Most of the subsequent theoretical classes would need to be completed remotely online.
Only at the end of each quarter would she need to fly to different global financial centers, such as Singapore or New York, for a week of in-person practical classes.
Although her advisor had told her that he could help her complete her graduation thesis and most of her coursework,
she was no longer the Xiao Xue who only wanted a gilded credential.
She truly hoped to seize this opportunity and learn something substantial.
Especially with that scheming bitch, Shen Yuyan, following close behind her like a tiger eyeing its prey.
That woman was currently representing Rongliu Capital at the [Forum on the Conversion of Old and New Growth Drivers and the Development of High-Quality Enterprises] in Qingdao, Shandong Province.
Apparently, it was related to one of Tang Song's personal investment ventures.
Over the past two days, Shen Yuyan had been "sharing" plenty of work insights with her, every line filled with "improvement" and "growth."
It left Emperor Mu Xue with