Your Most Sincere Little Cutie!

The first time Qin Xin saw Lan Yingjun after her rebirth, she thought she would slap him across the face.

Behind her back, her own boyfriend had been hooking up with her younger sister—what a piece of trash!

However, when Lan Yingjun actually appeared before her, she found that she couldn't even be bothered to lift a finger.

His filthy face wasn't worthy of touching her hand.

Qin Xin focused on fiddling with her phone.

She hadn't logged into her account for a few days, and there were too many messages to get through; many people were looking for her as if they had gone mad.

Naturally, the bulk of the messages came from the Red Society.

A Red Cross avatar had sent over a hundred messages:

"Are you there?"

"QUEEN, you've created a miracle. Do you have any idea that since your paper on bone protein was published, the academic circle has been driven crazy by you!"

"QUEEN, hundreds of corporate groups have come looking for us, wanting to buy the patent for the BMP-16 you developed. The president of the world's largest pharmaceutical company even flew here personally to talk to me..."

"QUEEN, someone has set their sights on you and wants to dig into your background. But your little cutie here refused to say a word, swearing to guard your secret with my life!"

"QUEEN, my little treasure, won't you reply to me? How much money would it take for you to be willing to cooperate with them?"

"QUEEN, the waiting list for your surgery appointments this month is already long enough to reach the Pacific Ocean. Have some mercy and just pick a handsome one to operate on!"

"QUEEN, have you abandoned your most sincere little cutie?"

"QUEEN, my little treasure..."

Qin Xin curled her lips slightly.

Who could imagine that this "most sincere little cutie" sending these messages was actually a six-foot-tall middle-aged man!

Furthermore, he was the president of the world's most powerful medical organization—the International Federation of Red Cross!

Qin Xin pondered.

That academic paper on BMP-16 was only her preliminary research result; she wanted to continue her studies and didn't want to sell it just yet.

Although she was short on cash lately, she could handle it by performing two surgeries.

Perhaps, as the president suggested, she should pick a handsome one to operate on first?

According to the going rates posted by the Red Society, the standard fee for a surgery performed by a lead surgeon started at one million.

If she used her name, "QUEEN"... the price would likely increase tenfold or more.

Forget it, she should keep a low profile.

Her slender fingers flew across the screen, tapping out a few words: "Pick one that's easy on the eyes. Anonymous."

"Understood! You need to keep a low profile right now, after all!" the president replied in a flash.

Immediately, he seemed to realize something and exploded: "QUEEN, QUEEN, QUEEN, are you back? I thought something had happened to you! You scared the life out of your little cutie! Anyway, would you consider meeting that president of the world's largest pharmaceutical company, Mr. Si Moyu? He is willing to offer billions for your academic paper..."

However.

Qin Xin didn't answer immediately.

Because Lan Yingjun, sitting across from her, had turned bright red.

He had said a whole string of things, but Qin Xin hadn't paid him any mind!

She had acted as if he didn't exist, focusing only on her phone!

Until—

He said, "Your brother asked me to come and tutor you..."

Only then did Qin Xin lazily tilt her chin and lift her eyes to glance at him.

In that instant.

Lan Yingjun's breath hitched.

The faint smile on Qin Xin's lips had not yet fully faded, and her eyes were warm yet cold, like a thousand-foot-deep pool of peach blossoms, where a gentle breeze had just ruffled the petals and stirred the ripples.

Hadn't Young Master Jue's adopted sister been raised in the countryside, ugly, stupid, and useless?

Why did she not seem so ugly today when he saw her?

Moreover, the aura between her brows was so captivating that it made it hard to breathe!

Especially that faint, elusive smile on her lips; it left him stunned, unable to look away.

Just as Lan Yingjun was reeling in shock, the girl opposite him suddenly turned icy cold: "What kind of thing are you, to be lecturing me?"