Make Lan Qingxin Scrabble on the Ground!

Lan Yingjun walked over, annoyed, intending to properly lecture Lan Qingxin on her study habits: "Lan Qingxin, you..."

He had barely opened his mouth.

A weak voice sounded from behind him:

"Brother Jun, I... I'm not feeling well..."

Qin Wenrou knitted her brows, clutched her chest, and hunched over slightly.

Lan Yingjun stopped in his tracks.

He turned back and asked anxiously, "Did you bring your medicine? Is it a cramping pain or a sharp pain? I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup right now. Your heart is delicate; we can't delay..."

Qin Wenrou had a congenital heart condition that could not be cured without a transplant.

For so many years, it was Qin Xin who had meticulously cared for her, shielding her every step of the way so that no accidents occurred.

Lan Yingjun knew this well, so the moment he heard Qin Wenrou was unwell, his anxiety level immediately spiked.

Qin Wenrou pulled her lips into a grateful, sensible smile: "Brother Jun, I'm fine. My heart doesn't hurt much. It seems to be... a stomachache... I didn't eat breakfast this morning..."

Lan Yingjun blamed himself as he helped her up and sat her down at the nearest dining table: "It's my fault. I should have gotten you soup first. You're always so bad at taking care of yourself; how could you skip breakfast, you silly girl..."

Although the tone was one of reproach, the way he said it, refined and gentle, added a touch of doting affection.

Qin Wenrou pursed her lips: "Mm, I'll be good from now on..."

Lan Yingjun: "Wait here for me."

The students in the cafeteria who recognized Qin Wenrou and Lan Yingjun were bubbling over with envy: "Ahhh, are those the school heartthrob and the new campus belle from the medical school? They're such a perfect match, so sweet, so sweet..."

Delayed by Qin Wenrou's stomachache, Lan Yingjun forgot about settling scores with Lan Qingxin and jogged off to get food and soup for Qin Wenrou.

However, that earlier shout of "Lan Qingxin" had already successfully interrupted the conversation between Qin Xin and Principal Zhou.

Qin Xin looked up from her phone.

She turned her head and glanced back indifferently.

She happened to see the scene of Qin Wenrou weakly leaning into the crook of Lan Yingjun's arm, acting like a spoiled child in a low voice.

Ugh... she felt she needed to wash her eyes.

Did this pair of scum think she hadn't died thoroughly enough, and wanted to anger her into sitting up from her coffin?

However, she didn't seem all that angry.

The scene at the funeral had already hardened her heart like iron.

Nothing could provoke her anymore.

Besides, a scumbag paired with a bitch was indeed a perfect match.

Qin Xin turned her head back coldly.

She continued replying to messages on her phone.

Principal Zhou had been dismissed, and Hong Jingtian was still waiting in line to chase her down for the surgical details.

==

Qin Wenrou had successfully kept Lan Yingjun from caring about Lan Qingxin, and she finally let out a slight sigh of relief.

But, Lan Qingxin had clearly seen the whole scene yet acted so indifferent, which made her feel a bit disappointed.

That ugly freak really knew how to put on an act.

She must be hurting like hell inside but forcing herself not to show it, right?

Just as Qin Wenrou was thinking this.

She suddenly saw Yu Xiaochun leading a group including the Sports Department head, Huangfu Qian, charging into the cafeteria, heading aggressively toward Lan Qingxin.

With that posture, they were definitely going to deal with Lan Qingxin!

Huangfu Qian was tall and sturdy; the fact that she could serve as the college's Sports Department head as a girl showed just how strong her physical fitness and strength were.

With the helper Yu Xiaochun had brought, she was afraid Lan Qingxin would be beaten until she was looking for her teeth all over the floor!

But...

Qin Wenrou quietly glanced at Lan Yingjun, who was busy getting food.

She hadn't expected Lan Yingjun to be so concerned about Lan Qingxin. If Lan Qingxin were beaten in public today, wouldn't it just make a soft-hearted man like Lan Yingjun feel even more sorry for her?

Then all her efforts just now would have been in vain.

Thinking of this, she quickly dialed Yu Xiaochun: "Xiaochun, Senior is eating here. Don't make a move today..."