After being reborn, the first ti Qin Xin saw Lan Yingjun, she thought she’d slap him.
Cheeted on her, his official girlfriend, with her own sister, scumbag!
But, when Lan Yingjun actually appeared in front of her, she realized she couldn’t even be bothered to lift a finger.
That filthy face of his didn’t deserve to touch her fingers.
Qin Xin focused intently on her phone.
She hadn’t logged into her account for a few days, and there were too many ssages to catch up on. Many people were frantically trying to reach her.
Of course, most of the ssages were from the Red Society.
An avatar with a red cross sent hundreds of ssages:
"Are you there?"
"QUEEN, you’ve created a miracle, did you know that the academic paper on bone protein you published has almost driven the academic world crazy?"
"QUEEN, there are already hundreds of corporations reaching out, wanting to buy your BMP-16 patent. The CEO of the world’s largest pharmaceutical company personally flew over to discuss it with ..."
"QUEEN, soone has their eyes on you and wants to investigate your background. But I, your little darling, would never spill, I swear to protect your secret to death!"
"QUEEN, my little darling, at least reply to , how much would it take for you to agree to cooperate with them?"
"QUEEN, the list of people requesting you for surgery this month is already lined up to the Pacific, do us a favor and pick a handso one to operate on!"
"QUEEN, have you abandoned your most sincere little darling?"
"QUEEN my little darling..."
Qin Xin’s lips curved slightly.
Who could have imagined that the real identity of this "most sincere little darling" sending the ssages was actually a six-foot-tall middle-aged man!
And moreover, he was the president of the world’s most powerful dical organization—the International Red Cross Federation!
Qin Xin pondered.
The academic paper on BMP-16 was just her preliminary research result, she wanted to continue researching it, and didn’t want to sell it just yet.
Though she’s been short on cash lately, doing a couple of surgeries would easily solve that.
Perhaps, like the esteed president suggested, pick a handso one first?
According to the rates posted by Red Society, surgeries perford by a chief surgeon of Red Society start at millions.
If she used her na "QUEEN"... it might fetch ten tis that at least.
Forget it, keep it low-key.
With her onion-like fingers agile across the screen, she typed a few words: "Pick a pleasing one. Anonymously."
"Got it! You’re keeping a low profile now!" replied the esteed president in an instant.
Suddenly realizing, he burst out like a bomb: "QUEEN, QUEEN, QUEEN, you’re alive again? I thought sothing happened to you! You made , your little darling, worry to death! By the way, do you want to et Mr. Si Moyu, the CEO of the world’s largest pharmaceutical company? He’s willing to bid billions for your academic paper..."
However.
Qin Xin didn’t answer imdiately.
Because, sitting across from her, Lan Yingjun’s face had already turned beet red.
He had said a whole spiel, and Qin Xin completely ignored him!
As if he didn’t exist, she just kept looking at her phone!
Until—
He said, "Your brother asked to tutor you..."
Only then did Qin Xin lazily lift her chin, glancing up at him.
In that mont.
Lan Yingjun’s breath caught.
The faint smile lingered around Qin Xin’s lips, her gaze warm and cold, like the thousand-foot depth of a peach blossom pond, where a light breeze disturbed the petal-strewn ripples.
Young Master Jue picked up this sister, wasn’t she always kept in the countryside, ugly, stupid, and useless?
How co today, upon eting, she didn’t seem that ugly anymore?
Moreover, the air between her eyebrows was so srizing, it left people breathless!
Especially that faint smile at her lips, it made him stare blankly, unable to look away.
While Lan Yingjun was in shock, the girl’s aura across from him suddenly turned cold: "What are you to tutor ?"
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