Back in the hospital room.
Qin Xin leaned against the headboard, eyes closed, resting.
Xiangxiang mumbled, "Little Miss, you left so suddenly just now, you scared me. Why didn't you just tell me to go for you!"
Go out for what?
Of course, it was to go to the Qin Family to reclaim justice and deal with that scumbag sister, Qin Wenrou!
Why did she come back?
Qin Xin took a deep breath.
Her meridians were all congested and aching.
The original host's body was too weak, too pathetic, practically trash.
She had only gone out to exchange a few words with some brats and throw a snowball to teach them a lesson, and she had almost exhausted her strength.
She couldn't go far.
She had to come back to recuperate.
Furthermore, being called "ugly monster" by those brats, she realized she was no longer the proud, genius young lady Qin Xin.
This face belonged to the trash Lan Qingxin.
Qin Xin's body was frozen in the Ice Lake, dead.
If she went back to the Qin Family, would her mother and brother recognize her?
They would probably think she was crazy.
She needed time to prepare.
She wanted to stand before Qin Wenrou in Qin Xin's identity, completely expose her scumbag sister's hypocritical and vicious facade in public, and let her mother and brother see clearly!
However, she couldn't tell Xiangxiang any of this.
If this timid, cute girl knew her master had a new soul, she'd probably be scared out of her wits.
Qin Xin idly fiddled with a row of winter chrysanthemums of varying sizes on the windowsill, answering a question with a non-sequitur, "Bring me a mirror."
Xiangxiang flinched, "Young Master Jue said you're not allowed to look in the mirror..."
Qin Xin's face darkened, "Who does he think he is? I'm the one in charge!"
Young Master Jue, Young Master Jue, that meddling idiot again!
He wasn't her brother, so why was he so controlling.
Seeing Xiangxiang start to cry from her harsh tone, Qin Xin helplessly softened her voice, reaching out to stroke the girl's hair, "Good girl, bring me the mirror."
Xiangxiang: "..."
She felt a jolt.
Oh my god, in that instant, she felt that if you didn't look at her face, Little Miss's aura was even more dashing and captivating than Young Master Jue's!
It's just that face... alas.
Qin Xin got the mirror as she wished and examined it with great interest.
"Is it very ugly? I think it's quite distinctive..."
Lan Qingxin's face, the facial structure was actually good, a rare classical oval face, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, and large, clear eyes.
It's just...
Her skin was very bad, sallow and dull.
Poor skin tone was one thing, but what was more fatal was a palm-sized birthmark on her right forehead, almost covering her brow bone!
A birthmark was one thing, but other people's birthmarks were light red or light purple, evoking pity and tenderness.
Her birthmark was actually dark green.
Dark green!!!
Can you imagine a girl with sallow skin having a large dark green birthmark on her forehead?
The words "ugly monster" were truly well-deserved.
However, Qin Xin herself was a beauty, with skin as white as jade, delicate features, and a heroic spirit.
Accustomed to her own beauty, she never thought beauty was that important.
She patted her face, "Actually, it would be better if I were a bit chubbier, I'm too thin..."
Xiangxiang sniffled with relief, "Little Miss, I'll stew some chicken soup for you tonight..."
That's good, if Little Miss gained a little weight, even if she didn't score 60 on the final exam, at least her figure would be good, and Young Master Jue would definitely like her.
Who knew.
The next second!
Qin Xin touched her chin, "If I'm a bit chubbier, I'll have more strength when I beat people up."
Xiangxiang: "..."
Waaah, I must never let Young Master Jue hear this.
Imperial Song.
The most exclusive private club in the Imperial Capital.
Inside the Supreme VIP suite, the lights were dim.
A man sat in a wheelchair, facing the sparse stars beyond the floor-to-ceiling window.
Cold, icy, and profound.
Though he suffered from a leg ailment, no one dared to overlook the powerful aura radiating from this man.