Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

It was already the end of term, and all the students on campus were busy preparing for their final exams, waiting to go home for the Spring Festival.

But even so, Professor Ning Yan’s lecture in the main auditorium was packed, and it was said that quite a few girls came specifically for this youth genius.

Especially when they saw that handsome youth in a fitted black suit, white shirt and tie underneath, standing there tall and straight and looking extremely eye-catching.

Feng Yi sat in the very middle, next to a professor, listening to the excited cheers of the girls behind her; the scene was no different from a top idol’s concert.

She heard the elderly professor beside her sigh, ”Give it another two or three years, no telling how many little girls he’ll attract by then. At that point I don’t know if Professor Ning will still be able to settle down and focus on his research.”

Feng Yi almost burst out laughing.

Whether Uncle Ning can settle down and do research? He absolutely can, more than anyone.

He’s the kind of person who’s going to devote himself to the country and do scientific research; odds are in Future he’ll stay single for life, right? What a pity for those outstanding, top-class genes.

Amid all the cheering, the lecture finally began.

Ning Yan took the microphone, looking calm and composed as he started today’s talk. His voice seemed to have only recently broken, slightly deep yet still clear and smooth, like a gentle breeze, making the audience feel very comfortable.

At the beginning people could still understand him, but later when it got into a whole series of technical terms, it made everyone’s heads hurt. They just felt like they were listening to some heavenly scripture and started getting sleepy.

Even though Feng Yi had been around Ning Yan for a long time, she could only understand part of it. Later on she basically had no idea what he was talking about, whereas the professors around her were becoming more and more focused, taking notes and nodding as they thought.

Feng Yi noticed that the girls around her, when they couldn’t understand, just started taking photos. She turned back for a look and sure enough, most of the girls were snapping pictures.

For a split second, Feng Yi suddenly felt like she saw someone familiar.

She narrowed her eyes and looked over, only to see that male student in a black down jacket lower his head.

How come she felt like she’d just seen her own dad?

”You can ask questions now, everyone.” Once he finished the main part of the lecture, Ning Yan spoke.

The students present all jolted awake, gradually sobering up, and rushed to raise their hands and fight for the microphone.

In the end the mic landed in the hand of a pretty-looking female university student, and Ning Yan’s eyelids twitched as he looked at her.

The girl was dressed head-to-toe in designer brands, with beautiful makeup on—one look and you could tell she was from a wealthy family. She stared coldly at Ning Yan and said, ”My question for Professor Ning is: Ning Yan, how long has it been since you last went home? Aunt went through the Research Institute to request a visit and you rejected her. You never even call home. Do you still acknowledge your family or not? Do you know that Aunt starts crying at home every time she mentions you?”

The moment this question came out—which had nothing whatsoever to do with the lecture—everyone there erupted.

Judging by what she said, this girl and Professor Ning are relatives? Cousins?

Feng Huaijin sat down below the stage and couldn’t help letting out a short laugh. This little punk called Ning Yan sure has a pretty ruthless heart; he also wanted to see how this kid would explain himself.

The auditorium was completely abuzz now:

”So this is what a genius is? Doesn’t even want his own family anymore? Is it because he’s working on some secret research project and can’t go back?”

”Bullshit. If he really were doing research experiments he wouldn’t have time to come give a lecture at Zhongda University. He’s just too cold, a cold-blooded person.”

”Damn, this genius youth looks so outstanding, yet he doesn’t care about his family at all? So people really aren’t perfect. If his mom had known this would happen, she should’ve just had him aborted back then, right?”

”...”

The whole auditorium was buzzing with discussion. The young woman who’d asked the question gripped the mic, staring straight at the suited youth onstage: ”Professor Ning, please answer the question.”

Ning Yan’s face showed no expression; as for all the students chattering below the stage, he didn’t say a word...