As for that kind of question—
i Lin, of course, disdained to answer. After all, she was in the nobles’ finance departnt.
At this point, soone might ask: If it’s the finance departnt, why add the "nobles" part?
Is it because everyone studying in it is a noble? That’s right.
This departnt had another nickna at Federation University: the "Donation Departnt." As long as you donated a building, a cha, or Crystal Stones to the school, you could get in.
If soone from her own social circle had asked at a ball, i Lin wouldn’t have thought anything of it when she answered. After all, many people in her circle were the sa.
Buying this and that... if it was a problem money could solve, wasn’t that perfectly normal?
But in Jiang Qiuqiu’s circle, the credentials these people had—
Outstanding student of the cha Departnt.
Outstanding student of the finance departnt.
The perfect GPAs ntioned in casual conversation.
When they got bored waiting for food, they’d even reminisce about how hard it was for them to get into Federation University.
To tell these people she was from the nobles’ finance departnt... i Lin felt terribly embarrassed.
It was a complete loss of face.
So, she fled again.
Turning off her terminal, the young miss seed a little dejected.
This prompted Jiang Jiang, who was tidying the bed, to put down what he was doing. "Miss, what’s wrong?" Before coming here, the old Duke had taken him into a small room and sternly warned him, ti and again, to keep his distance from the young miss.
The Duke, who had always been pleasant and affable during their previous conversations, seed to have realized sothing from their chats. His words had beco extrely arrogant: "You need to recognize your place."
"You should be very clear on who the young miss is, and who you are."
"I don’t like to see her unhappy, but you must also rember—you are nothing more than a thing that can make her happy. A thing that I purchased with Star Coins."
Those words were nothing short of devastating.
But the objective had been achieved. If his heart had to ache, then so be it. It didn’t matter anymore.
"I’m complaining about our family’s genes."
The young miss spread her arms. "It seems I only inherited my mother’s beauty. And speaking of which... my B spiritual power isn’t bad, so how can I have absolutely no patience?"
"I didn’t inherit even a shred of my father’s perseverance."
She propped her chin on her hand. "Which is why, when it ca to enrolling in university, I could only get into the so-called nobles’ finance departnt."
"Studying is so boring."
She was always exceptionally willful. It was clearly her own decision to attend school, for which Duke Dais had even paid a whole building.
Yet from the young miss’s lips ca just one word: boring.
She even started attacking Duke Dyson for being soft-hearted. "It’s obvious Dad didn’t force to study and work hard when I was little. Otherwise, I’d also be a B Spiritual Power User who was good at sothing by now."
"Oh well, I can’t bla Dad either."
She finally recalled that back when her mother was still alive, she couldn’t stand the slightest hardship. She would go out for a bit of training, only to co back, pout, and throw herself into her mother’s arms.
She would cry, and her mother would cry with her. Her father was a complete slave to his wife and daughter. With his two treasures, one big and one small, both sobbing, how could he possibly stand it?
Besides, the Dais family was already wealthy enough, and he could provide for his daughter for a very long ti. So he stopped forcing i Lin and just told her: "As long as you’re happy."
In the blink of an eye, she had been "happy" all the way until now.
The wave of happiness from her mories made her a bit sleepy. i Lin turned and saw that Jiang Jiang had already made the bed.
"Alright, I’m going to rest now."
"This place is pretty much clean now. You should go rest too, Jiang Jiang. See you tomorrow."
"Yes, Miss. See you tomorrow. I wish you sweet dreams."
"You never used to say that. Sweet dreams to you too."
If his dreams were like today, then everything would be fine.
With the Duke absent, the ambition that wasn’t his to have surged so powerfully.
The young miss was so proud, yet so naive.
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