She Witnessed Her Own Funeral!

The female students in the cafeteria, not daring to disturb Lan Yingjun as he spoke, kept their distance.

They watched with a mix of envy and resentment, eyes glued to Qin Xin as she sat across from him.

They watched as Lan Yingjun spoke with constant patience and refinement.

They watched as Qin Xin remained cold and distracted throughout.

In the end... she actually threw the senior's things into the trash can!

That damn toad!

After Lan Yingjun finally left, they couldn't suppress their curiosity and went to the trash can to fish out those notebooks.

On one of them, the characters "Qin Wenrou" could still be vaguely made out.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

Finally, someone exclaimed, "That ugly freak actually threw our department beauty's notes in the trash! Who gave her the nerve!"

"Ugly people are always up to no good; she must be jealous of Wenrou, that snake-hearted, ugly freak!"

"Let's go tell Wenrou!"

"Right, from now on, every time we see her, we'll beat her up!"

Hong Jingtian was worthy of being the president of the Red Society; his methods were impressive.

Qin Xin had given him a shopping list containing over twenty types of rare imported reagents that typical hospitals couldn't even stock, yet he had managed to secure them in half a day and delivered them to her specified address with lightning speed.

When Xiangxiang helped her bring the package in, she asked curiously, "Little Miss, when did you buy cosmetics? Do you even know how to wear makeup?"

To avoid drawing attention, the item description on the package was listed as cosmetics.

Qin Xin took the box, the corners of her lips curling up: "Mm, just playing around."

Although they were all reagents, calling them cosmetics wasn't entirely inaccurate.

Except, other people wore makeup to become beautiful.

But she, she was going to use these "cosmetics" to become ugly.

After tinkering alone in the bathroom for a while, she looked with satisfaction at the oval face in the small mirror—sallow, yellow skin, and a dark, murky green birthmark!

It was even more extreme than the original owner's initial appearance.

It made Xiangxiang nearly trip over herself: "Little Miss, did Lan Yingjun make you angry? I'll go stew some soup for your midnight snack to help you recover..."

How could the complexion that had just started to improve revert to its original state?

No wonder the Little Miss wanted to buy cosmetics.

Sob, sob, sob, as a girl born with a facial defect, the Little Miss had it so hard!

"No need. I'm going out to take care of something." Qin Xin, however, was very satisfied with the makeup effect.

From now on, she wouldn't have to hide her face behind long hair anymore.

From now on, she could go straight out and scare people!

The Qin Family old residence.

Qin Xin entered through the back door by punching in the code.

At dusk, the Qin family should be eating in the front hall, so she wouldn't run into them.

She followed the familiar garden path, heading straight for the medicine warehouse in the backyard.

The toxins in the original owner's body needed one more ingredient to be completely eradicated—natural bezoar.

This medicine was rare on the market and cost a sky-high price.

As it happened, she, Qin Xin, had once collected a batch of top-grade quality at an auction and stored them in the Qin family warehouse, never willing to sell them.

3721.

After Qin Xin entered the code, the warehouse door opened.

However.

The next second, her eyes turned icy cold!

The vast medicine warehouse, in just a few days, had become completely empty!

The medicinal herbs in this storeroom were all bought with her own private money and did not belong to the family's public property. Whose hand had reached so far, and who was so impatient to touch her things?!

Did they really think she was dead?!

Qin Xin stood silently in the warehouse for a long while, then returned the way she came with a dark face.

Just as her hand pulled open the back door, her spine suddenly stiffened!

"Xin'er, if you just die like this, what will Mother do, what will I do..."

The sound of crying came from the other end of the garden, mournful and wretched!

Qin Xin's fingers trembled slightly as she turned around, stiff and mechanical.

At the other end of the garden, a makeshift mourning hall had been set up at some unknown moment, complete with white funeral banners.

A black-and-white photograph hung upon a copper-clad coffin.

It was a photograph of her, Qin Xin!

It was her... Qin Xin's funeral!