Force Her to Drop Out!

"The first batch of goods? Impossible."

"Twenty percent off? Impossible."

Nalan Ye-Jue's two "impossibles" choked Bai Chi hard.

Bai Chi grew anxious: "Jue, I'm your childhood friend, you can't treat me like this. If I can't get the first batch of goods... Bai Lili and the others will laugh me to death!"

No matter how much Bai Chi wheedled and begged, Nalan Ye-Jue didn't budge an inch.

He sank back into a cold, icy silence, staring only at the starry sky outside the window, not saying another word.

Bai Chi was going crazy.

The collaboration between Nalan Group's robots and Bai Family Pharmacy was clearly a win-win situation. Robotic pharmacists diagnosing patients and dispensing medicine—how awesome and newsworthy would that be? It would save a fortune on advertising. How could the shrewd and wise Young Master Jue cruelly reject him?

Bai Chi racked his brain, wondering if he had said anything wrong just now.

Other than complaining a few times about that ugly girl from the Nalan family...

Hmm, it definitely couldn't be because of that.

After all, that girl Lan Qingxin was indeed ugly and stupid, and Young Master Jue had always been cold toward her anyway.

Imperial University Medical School.

The lights were blazing in the middle of the night.

A dozen parents were blocking the Dean's office, glaring and shouting aggressively.

"That academic failure must be expelled for beating my precious son into this state!"

"Expulsion isn't enough; she has to pay for our medical expenses too!"

"We've been talking for ages, why hasn't that ill-bred idiot shown up yet?!"

"She must be feeling guilty!"

Outside the door, Secretary Lu was also waiting anxiously.

Why hadn't Little Miss arrived yet?

She had always been timid and fearful. Now that she had caused such a huge disaster—breaking a classmate's head open—she was probably trembling in fear, not daring to come out...

Just as he was thinking this, a pleasant voice rose from behind him: "Excuse me!"

The tone was so clear and melodious, like music to the ears.

Secretary Lu immediately straightened his back and stepped aside.

It wasn't until he saw the hideous, dark green birthmark on the newcomer's face that he froze, only then realizing: "Little Miss..."

Good heavens, since when did their Little Miss have such an imposing aura?

"You know me?" Qin Xin swept a faint glance at Lu Bing.

Lu Bing choked.

Xiangxiang hurriedly whispered a reminder: "This is Secretary Lu, he's by Young Master Jue's side."

Qin Xin's expression turned a little colder as she continued walking forward.

A secretary by that stupid man's side?

No wonder he looked like a blockhead.

Lu Bing said anxiously: "Little Miss, you can't go in there, those people are too fierce..."

Those sharp-tongued parents were in a rage; Little Miss would suffer if she went in.

Qin Xin gave a soft huff and kept walking.

Lu Bing had no choice but to bring up Nalan Ye-Jue's instructions: "Little Miss, Young Master Jue has already made arrangements for you to withdraw from school..."

Withdraw from school?

Hearing those grating words, Qin Xin turned her head, her gaze growing cold: "Who does he think he is, telling me to withdraw?"

In this life, no one was going to block her path or dictate her life.

Lu Bing wiped his sweat: "Young Master Jue, he is..."

He wanted to explain, but Qin Xin didn't give him the chance.

"Tell him to stop meddling in my business!"

After saying this, Qin Xin stepped into the Dean's office.

Lu Bing was completely stunned!

Since when did their Little Miss have such an imposing aura and such a strong will?

Good heavens, she actually thought Young Master Jue was meddling?

Things were veering off the normal track, so Lu Bing hurriedly made a call to Nalan Ye-Jue to report the situation.

He didn't dare relay Lan Qingxin's exact words about "meddling," but instead tried to be as tactful as possible: "Young Master, Little Miss says she has her own way of solving this and that you don't need to trouble yourself..."

As it turned out, before Nalan Ye-Jue could even issue an order, a series of flustered, high-pitched exclamations from Bai Chi erupted from the phone:

"What? What kind of solution could that ugly girl possibly have?"

"Your Young Master Jue already said to drop out! Drop out!"

"Once she drops out, I'll arrange a job for her as a receptionist at the Bai Family Pharmacy. I'm helping you deal with this troublemaker from the countryside—that's generous enough, right? Young Master Jue, you can sell me that robot at a twenty percent discount now, right?"

"Wait, no, never mind. It's better to arrange for her to work in the kitchen. She's from the countryside, so she must know how to cook, right? After all, the receptionist is the face of the company; we can't have someone that ugly..."