Qin Xin thought her handwriting had been seen through.
Didn't expect.
The next second.
Xiangxiang blinked: "Young Lady, there's four hundred thousand in your account."
It was the compensation Mrs. Yao just transferred, a huge sum.
Just picking up a few medicinal ingredients, how could it be insufficient?
Qin Xin looked at the innocent eyes of the young girl, moved her wrist away from the prescription, and casually fiddled with the winter chrysanthemum on the windowsill: "This small amount of money, of course, isn't enough."
Xiangxiang stammered: "Sm...small money?"
Qin Xin raised an eyebrow.
Didn't explain either.
Niu Huang is fifty to sixty thousand yuan per gram, and "Gobao" starts at two hundred thousand. A single dose uses several grams, so really, forty thousand is a small amount.
Xiangxiang came back from the pharmacy, floating.
Four hundred thousand.
Gone in a blink of an eye.
She's never spent that much money in her life!
She brought over a bowl of cold medicine, a bit worried: "Young Lady, you can't just drink the medicine randomly..."
Qin Xin casually poured the medicine into the flower pot.
Xiangxiang: "..."
Four hundred thousand, for...watering plants??!
Qin Xin nonchalantly stroked the wilted petals, yellow as wax, just like Lan Qingxin's skin.
Sigh, the original owner finally developed a hobby for gardening, but the skills aren't that great.
Qin Xin rubbed her forehead, couldn't bear to look.
She rummaged through the first aid kit, pulled out a pill, and tossed it into the flower pot.
Xiangxiang: "..."
She was wrong.
Thought the Young Lady had a change of character tonight, ready to solve problems, to study properly.
Turns out, the Young Lady's mind is still different from normal people.
Sigh.
Xiangxiang sighed and reminded: "Young Lady, the tutoring teacher will be here at eight in the morning."
Qin Xin: "Tell him not to come."
Xiangxiang: "But Young Master Jue specially arranged for you..."
Qin Xin's eyes narrowed slightly: "How much per lesson?"
Xiangxiang thought she finally appreciated Young Master Jue's effort, excitedly said: "This teacher is particularly famous, a few tens of thousands per subject."
Qin Xin: "I'll pay ten times, can he not show up?"
Xiangxiang: "..."
Boohoo, mustn't let Young Master Jue hear this.
==
The winter chrysanthemum absorbed the exorbitantly high-priced medicinal liquid, sprouting rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Qin Xin was satisfied, picked a petal to eat, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.
Slept soundly.
Suddenly, her chest felt like it was pressed by a big stone, she couldn't breathe!
In the pitch-black dream.
A man's strong and powerful arms, locked her delicate arms tightly, pressed against the bathtub!
His deep, cold voice, full of danger, boomed dominantly in her ears: "Little one, want me to kill you, huh?..."
"Ah—!"
Qin Xin suddenly woke up.
Sweat dripped.
Although she woke up, the words the man in the dream said, every word making her face flush, felt so real!
Could it be she took too much medicine, why would she have such an embarrassing dream?
But that's not right, she took detoxifying beauty pills, not...that...kind of medicine!
==
Di Ge Club.
Bai Chi's mind was buzzing.
He clearly heard, Lu Bing reporting to Nalan Ye Jue, that Lan Qingxin didn't have to drop out, those parents even compensated her forty thousand.
How is that possible?
Lan Qingxin, that little useless, did her brain suddenly enlighten?
And how does Jue seem different too?
Jue has always been indifferent, and just now he even hired an expensive tutor for the little useless, also instructed the subordinates to redevelop a production line, adding a basic medicine supplement program to the intelligent robot.
Bai Chi had an ominous feeling, could it be the little useless is affecting Jue's mood for business?
Can't do, he needs to investigate himself.
Early the next morning.
Bai Chi strolled to Imperial University.
The Bai Family is a medical family, he legitimately donated a batch of medicinal materials to the school hospital, honorably treated as a guest of honor, personally led by the dean for a tour.
Passing Lan Qingxin's ward, he stopped.
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass window in the corridor, it was clear to see an elderly, gray-haired teacher, earnestly giving a lecture.
And the girl on the hospital bed, was absentmindedly fiddling with the winter chrysanthemum by the window, occasionally picking a withered petal and eating it as if nothing happened.
Old Teacher: "Lan, did you understand?"
Qin Xin raised that undeniably ugly face: "Yes."
Old Teacher was relieved: "Then let's do some exercises to consolidate..."
Qin Xin: "No need."
Old Teacher: "Huh? Why?"
"Those crappy questions," Qin Xin frowned: "Annoying."
Old Teacher: "..."
Outside the window, Bai Chi: "..."
Too much of a slacker.
Too arrogant.