The female students in the cafeteria kept their distance, not daring to interrupt Senior Lan Yingjun while he was talking.
They watched Qin Xin sitting across from Lan Yingjun, envious and resentful.
They watched as Lan Yingjun spoke patiently and politely.
They watched as Qin Xin remained cold and distracted.
And in the end... she actually threw his things in the trash!
That damn toad!
After Lan Yingjun left too, their curiosity got the better of them. They rummaged through the trash and pulled out the notebooks.
On one of them, they could just make out the words "Qin Wenrou."
The girls exchanged glances.
At last, someone cried out, "That Ugly Freak actually threw our campus belle's notebook in the trash! Who does she think she is?"
"Ugly people are always up to something. She must be jealous of Wenrou, the snake-hearted freak!"
"Let's tell Wenrou!"
"Yeah! From now on, we'll beat her up every time we see her!"
Hong Jingtian truly was a capable president of the Red Society.
Qin Xin gave him a shopping list with more than twenty rare imported medicines on it. Most hospitals couldn't even get their hands on them, but he managed to find them all in half a day and quickly sent them to the address she specified.
When Xiangxiang brought the package back for her, she asked curiously, "Little Miss, when did you buy makeup? Do you know how to put it on?"
To avoid drawing attention, the package had been labeled as containing cosmetics.
Qin Xin took the box and curled her lips. "Yeah. Just something to mess around with."
They were all medicines, but there was no harm in calling them cosmetics.
Most people put on makeup to look prettier.
But she was going to use these cosmetics to "make herself ugly."
After spending a while tinkering in the bathroom by herself, she looked with satisfaction at her oval face in the little mirror: her skin was yellow as wax, and her birthmark a deep, dark green!
She looked even worse than the original owner had at her very worst.
Xiangxiang nearly fell over. "Little Miss, did Lan Yingjun upset you? I'll make you some soup for a late-night snack, so you can build up your strength..."
How had Little Miss's complexion, which had just started to improve, gone right back to the way it was?
No wonder Little Miss had bought makeup.
Sob, sob. Being a girl born with a facial disfigurement must be so hard for Little Miss!
"No need. I'm going out to take care of something." Qin Xin was very pleased with the makeup.
At last, she wouldn't have to hide her face behind her long hair anymore.
From now on, she could go out and scare people whenever she wanted!
The Qin family's old residence.
Qin Xin entered through the back door using the keypad.
At dusk, the Qin family should be eating in the front hall. She wouldn't run into them.
She followed the familiar garden path straight to the medicine storeroom in the back courtyard.
There was still one ingredient she needed to completely purge the toxins from the original owner's body: natural bezoar.
It was rare on the market, and outrageously expensive.
As it happened, Qin Xin had once collected a batch of the finest quality at an auction. She had stored it in the Qin family's warehouse and had never been willing to sell it.
3721.
Qin Xin entered the password, and the storeroom door opened.
But then—
Her gaze turned icy!
The huge medicine storeroom had been emptied in just a few days!
Every medicinal ingredient in this storeroom had been bought with Qin Xin's own private money. They weren't family property. Who had gotten so grabby, so eager to lay hands on her things?!
Did they really think she was dead?!
Qin Xin stood silently in the storeroom for a while, then turned and retraced her steps, her face dark.
Her hand had just opened the back door when her spine suddenly stiffened!
"Xin'er, now that you're gone, what's your mother supposed to do? What am I supposed to do..."
The cries came from the other end of the garden, full of grief!
Qin Xin's fingers trembled. She stiffly turned around.
At the other end of the garden, a crude mourning hall had appeared, complete with white funeral banners.
A black-and-white photograph hung on a copper-clad coffin.
It was a photograph of Qin Xin!
It was... Qin Xin's funeral!
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