She's an ugly monster, that's for sure!

Qin Xin thought her handwriting had been seen through.

Unexpectedly.

The next second.

Xiangxiang blinked: "Little Miss, you have four hundred thousand in your card."

The compensation Mrs. Yao had just transferred was a huge sum.

It was just for a few doses of medicine, how could it not be enough?

Qin Xin looked into the young girl's innocent eyes, moved her wrist away from the prescription, and casually fiddled with the Winter Chrysanthemum on the windowsill: "This pocket change is naturally not enough."

Xiangxiang stammered: "Po... pocket change?"

Qin Xin raised an eyebrow.

She didn't explain.

Natural bezoar was fifty or sixty thousand per gram, and "dog treasure" started at two hundred thousand. A single dose required several grams, so this pocket change of four hundred thousand really didn't count as money.

Xiangxiang returned from the pharmacy, feeling like she was floating.

Four hundred thousand.

Spent in the blink of an eye.

She had never spent so much money in her entire life!

She brought over a bowl of cooled medicinal broth, looking somewhat worried: "Little Miss, you can't just drink medicine randomly..."

Qin Xin casually poured the medicinal broth into the flowerpot.

Xiangxiang: "..."

That was four hundred thousand, used to... to water flowers??!

Qin Xin nonchalantly stroked the wilted petals, which were sallow and yellow, just like Lan Qingxin's skin.

Sigh, the original owner finally had a hobby of growing flowers and plants, but her skill level was nothing to write home about.

Qin Xin held her forehead, unable to stand the sight of it.

She rummaged through the medical kit, found a pill, and tossed it into the flowerpot.

Xiangxiang: "..."

She was wrong.

She had thought that Little Miss's temperament had changed tonight, that she would solve her troubles and study hard.

It turned out Little Miss's brain was still different from a normal person's.

Sigh.

Xiangxiang sighed and reminded her: "Little Miss, the tutor is coming to give you lessons at eight tomorrow morning."

Qin Xin: "Tell him not to come."

Xiangxiang: "But Young Master Jue specifically hired him for you..."

Qin Xin narrowed her eyes: "How much is one lesson?"

Xiangxiang thought she had finally learned to appreciate Young Master Jue's painstaking efforts and said excitedly: "This teacher is very famous; one subject costs tens of thousands."

Qin Xin: "I'll pay ten times that, can you make him get lost?"

Xiangxiang: "..."

Sob, sob, sob, she must not let Young Master Jue hear this.

The Winter Chrysanthemum absorbed the sky-high price medicinal broth and grew robust at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qin Xin plucked a petal with satisfaction, ate it, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

Just as she was sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, it felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe!

In the pitch-black dream.

A man's powerful, muscular arms pinned her slender arms tightly, pressing her against a bathtub!

A low, cold voice, filled with danger, exploded domineeringly in her ear: "Little thing, do you want me to kill you, hmm?..."

"Ah--!"

Qin Xin woke up with a start.

She was drenched in a fine sweat.

Although she had woken up, the words the man in her dream had whispered in her ear, every single one of them making her small face burn red, felt incredibly real!

Could it be that she had taken too much medicine? Why would she have such a shameful dream?

That wasn't right either; she had taken beauty and detoxifying medicine, not... that... aphrodisiac!

Imperial Song Club.

Bai Chi's head was buzzing.

He had heard clearly as Lu Bing reported to Nalan Ye-Jue that Lan Qingxin would not need to withdraw from school, and that those parents had even been forced to pay her four hundred thousand in compensation.

How could that be possible?

Had that little good-for-nothing Lan Qingxin suddenly had her brain enlightened?

And why did Jue seem a bit different, too?

Jue had always been cold and indifferent, yet he had just hired an expensive tutor for the little good-for-nothing and even ordered his subordinates to develop a new production line to add basic medical tutoring programs to smart robots.

Bai Chi had an ominous premonition; could it be that the little good-for-nothing was affecting Jue's mood for discussing business with him?

No, he had to go and probe the situation himself.

Early the next morning.

Bai Chi sauntered over to Imperial University.

The Bai Family was a prominent medical clan, so he had legitimately donated a batch of medicinal herbs to the school infirmary, grandly being treated as a guest of honor and led on a tour by the dean himself.

Passing by Lan Qingxin's hospital room, he paused.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass window in the corridor, he could clearly see a white-haired old teacher lecturing with earnest, painstaking effort.

As for the young girl on the hospital bed, she was absent-mindedly fiddling with the Winter Chrysanthemum by the window, occasionally picking off a withered petal and eating it as if it were nothing.

Old Teacher: "Student Lan, did you understand that?"

Qin Xin lifted that little face, which was ugly in the most authentic way: "Mm."

Old Teacher, gratified: "Then let's do some problems to consolidate what we've learned..."

Qin Xin: "No need."

Old Teacher: "Ah? Why?"

"Those lousy problems," Qin Xin frowned, "are annoying."

Old Teacher: "..."

Bai Chi outside the window: "..."

Too much of a slacker.

Too arrogant.