Qin Xin thought her handwriting had been recognized.
She hadn't expected that.
The next second,
Xiangxiang blinked. "Little Miss, you have four hundred thousand in your account."
Mrs. Yao had just transferred the compensation. It was a huge sum.
They were only getting a few prescriptions filled. How could it not be enough?
Qin Xin looked at the girl's innocent eyes, moved her wrist away from the prescription, and casually fiddled with the winter chrysanthemum on the windowsill. "This little bit of money is obviously not enough."
Xiangxiang stammered, "A-a little bit?"
Qin Xin raised an eyebrow.
She didn't explain.
Natural bezoar cost fifty or sixty thousand yuan per gram, and "dog bezoar" started at two hundred thousand. Each prescription needed several grams, so this little bit of money—four hundred thousand—really wasn't much at all.
When Xiangxiang returned from the pharmacy, she felt like she was floating.
Four hundred thousand.
It was all gone in the blink of an eye.
She'd never spent this much money in her life!
She brought over a bowl of cooled medicine, looking worried. "Little Miss, you can't just drink medicine without knowing what it is..."
Qin Xin casually poured the medicine into the flowerpot.
Xiangxiang: "..."
Four hundred thousand yuan, and she was watering... watering the flowers?!
Qin Xin calmly stroked the limp petals, which were as yellow as Lan Qingxin's skin.
Sigh. The original owner had finally found a hobby in growing flowers and plants, but she wasn't very good at it.
Qin Xin pressed a hand to her forehead. She couldn't stand looking at them.
She rummaged through the medicine box, took out a pill, and casually tossed it into the flowerpot.
Xiangxiang: "..."
She'd been wrong.
She'd thought Little Miss had changed her ways tonight, that she would deal with the trouble and study hard.
But it turned out Little Miss's brain still didn't work like a normal person's.
Sigh.
Xiangxiang sighed and reminded her, "Little Miss, your tutor will be here at eight tomorrow morning."
Qin Xin said, "Tell him not to come."
Xiangxiang said, "But Young Master Jue hired him especially for you..."
Qin Xin narrowed her eyes. "How much is one lesson?"
Xiangxiang thought she finally understood Young Master Jue's good intentions, and said excitedly, "This tutor is very famous. He charges tens of thousands for each subject."
Qin Xin said, "If I pay him ten times that, can I make him get lost?"
Xiangxiang: "..."
Wah wah wah, she absolutely couldn't let Young Master Jue hear that.
After absorbing the four-hundred-thousand-yuan medicine, the winter chrysanthemum visibly grew stronger.
Qin Xin contentedly plucked off a petal, ate it, and turned off the light.
She was sleeping soundly.
Suddenly, it felt as if a boulder were pressing on her chest, leaving her unable to breathe!
In the pitch-black dream,
a man's strong, sinewy arms clamped tightly around her slender arms, pinning her against the bathtub!
His low, chilling voice rang out by her ear, full of danger and utterly domineering. "Little thing, do you want me to kill you, hmm...?"
"Ah—!"
Qin Xin jolted awake.
She was covered in cold sweat.
Although she'd woken up, the man's every word from the dream still burned her little face as if they'd been real!
Had she taken too much medicine? How could she have such a naughty dream?
No, that didn't make sense. She'd taken beauty and detoxification pills, not... aphrodisiacs!
Imperial Song Club.
Bai Chi's head was buzzing.
He'd clearly heard Lu Bing report to Nalan Ye-Jue that Lan Qingxin didn't have to drop out, and that the parents had paid her four hundred thousand yuan in compensation.
How was that possible?
Had that useless little Lan Qingxin suddenly become smart?
And why did Jue seem a little different, too?
Jue was always aloof, but just now he'd hired an expensive tutor for that useless girl. He'd even ordered his subordinates to develop a new production line and add a remedial basic medicine program to the intelligent robots.
Bai Chi had a bad feeling. Could that useless girl have affected Jue's mood while he was discussing business with him?
No, he had to investigate in person.
Early the next morning,
Bai Chi headed over to Imperial University.
The Bai Family was a family of medicine merchants. He had a perfectly good reason to donate a batch of medicinal herbs to the university hospital, and was welcomed as an honored guest, with the dean personally showing him around.
He paused as he passed Lan Qingxin's hospital room.
Through the floor-to-ceiling window in the corridor, he could clearly see a white-haired old teacher painstakingly giving a lesson.
As for the girl on the hospital bed, she was absentmindedly fiddling with the winter chrysanthemum by the window, occasionally picking off a withered petal and eating it as if it were nothing.
The old teacher asked, "Student Lan, did you understand?"
Qin Xin lifted her truly, undeniably ugly little face. "Mm."
The old teacher said with relief, "Then let's do some problems to make sure you've got it..."
Qin Xin said, "No need."
The old teacher asked, "Huh? Why not?"
"Those stupid problems," Qin Xin said with a frown. "Annoying."
The old teacher: "..."
Bai Chi, outside the window: "..."
She was such a hopeless student.
So arrogant, too.
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