Returning to the hospital room.
Qin Xin leaned against the headboard, her eyes closed, resting.
Xiangxiang muttered, "Little Miss, you left in such a hurry just now, you scared . What did you go out to do? You could have just asked to go!"
What did I go out to do?
Of course, to the Qin Family to reclaim justice and teach that wretched sister Qin Wenrou a lesson!
Why am I back again?
Qin Xin took a deep breath.
Her whole body felt like her veins were clogged and faintly aching.
This body of the original owner was too weak and useless, practically a waste.
She had rely gone out to say a few words to so brat, threw a snowball to teach him a lesson, and almost exhausted all her energy.
She couldn’t walk far.
She had to co back to recuperate.
Moreover, being called a "freak" by those brats, she realized she was no longer the proud genius girl Qin Xin.
This face of hers belonged to the useless Lan Qingxin.
Qin Xin’s body was frozen in Ice Lake, dead.
If she went back to the Qin Family, could her mother and brother recognize her?
They might think she’s a lunatic, right?
She needed ti to prepare.
She wanted to use Qin Xin’s identity to stand before Qin Wenrou and completely unveil her hypocritical, vicious face in public, letting her mother and brother see clearly!
But these things couldn’t be told to Xiangxiang.
This timid and cute girl might be scared out of her wits if she knew her master had changed souls.
Qin Xin idly fiddled with a row of winter chrysanthemums on the windowsill, and said irrelevantly, "Bring a mirror."
Xiangxiang shivered, "Young Master Jue won’t let you look in the mirror..."
Qin Xin’s face darkened, "Who does he think he is? I’m the one who decides!"
Young Master Jue, Young Master Jue, always that ddleso dumb man!
He wasn’t even her real brother, so why was he minding so much?
Seeing Xiangxiang about to cry from her rough tone, Qin Xin helplessly softened her tone, reached out to ruffle Xiangxiang’s hair, "Be good, bring the mirror."
Xiangxiang: "..."
A sudden jolt.
Oh my, at that mont, she felt that if she didn’t look at the face, the Little Miss’s aura was even more charming and captivating than Young Master Jue’s!
Except for that face... sigh.
Qin Xin got the mirror she wanted and looked at herself with great interest.
"Is it really ugly? I think it’s quite unique..."
Lan Qingxin’s face, in fact, had a nice shape, a rare classical oval face, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, big and clear.
But...
Her skin was in poor condition, sallow and dull.
Bad skin tone aside, more problematic was a palm-sized birthmark on the right forehead, almost covering the brow bone!
Never mind the birthmark, other people’s are light red or light purple, looking pitiful and endearing.
Her birthmark was actually dark green.
Dark green!!!
Can you imagine a girl with sallow skin, with a large dark green birthmark on her forehead?
The word "freak" truly lived up to its na.
However, Qin Xin herself was a beauty, her skin smooth as ivory, eyebrows picturesque, quite valiant and sprightly.
As a beauty accustod to her own looks, she never thought appearance was that important.
She patted her face, "Actually, it would be better if I were a bit chubbier, too thin..."
Xiangxiang comforted, sniffling, "Little Miss, I’ll make chicken soup for you tonight..."
Great, if Little Miss gains so weight, even if she doesn’t score 60 in the final exam, at least her figure will be good, and Young Master Jue will surely like her.
Who knew.
The next second!
Qin Xin touched her chin, "A bit chubbier, so I’ll have more strength to beat people up."
Xiangxiang: "..."
Wah, wah, this must never reach Young Master Jue’s ears.
==
Di Ge.
The most prestigious private club in the Imperial City.
In the supre VIP suite, the lights were dim.
A man sat in a wheelchair, staring at the sparse stars outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
Cold, deep.
Though he had a leg ailnt, no one dared to ignore the powerful aura emanating from this man.
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