Ling Qingyu had no idea that great villains were often born under the same circumstances.
Serving as saviors to the masses.
If she wanted a better excuse, it would be wiser to stop framing herself through the logic of a savior, at least in public.
For certain, almost everyone would assume the worst upon hearing her stance and ambitions.
In the coming days, Ling Qingyu attended the reunion, reminiscing about the past with joy—or so it seemed from the outside.
She exchanged pleasantries and banter with everyone alongside Astrid, Kate, and William.
She remained low-key, neither presenting her convoy nor flaunting her wealth.
Until now, only those she considered close knew anything substantial about her.
And even that was merely what she intended to reveal.
Not too much. Not too little.
Even Kate, despite her high estimation of Ling Qingyu, still fell far short of the truth.
