Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

”What’s the use of high IQ? There’s no humanity.” A boy under the seat, long annoyed by the attention from a crowd of girls, made a gesture as if to vomit, speaking disdainfully.

”Research bigwig online crash!” Someone giddily rejoiced.

He was a genius from a young age, targeted by Hua Country’s Research Institute at four years old, garnering attention ever since. At ten, he offered his own insights academically, widely cited globally, and at twelve completed his doctoral studies and was invited by Hua Country’s Research Institute. It’s simply a miraculous existence!

Such a person is almost otherworldly, putting others to shame. For this reason, ordinary people love to see such geniuses fall from grace.

Just like those who made countless exceptional contributions in the field of research, ordinary people often discuss their family affairs and emotional experiences the most.

But it’s not wrong, as ordinary people can never express any opinion on the remarkable contributions he made.

Feng Yi noticed the professors beside him stiffen, their expressions growing unsightly.

Apparently, this wasn’t part of their plan.

A professor turned his head, glaring coldly at the auditorium staff sweating profusely, giving a signal.

The male student hurried over, saying to the questioning girl: ”Classmate, your question is outside today’s scope of inquiry, please give me the microphone.”

The girl stubbornly held onto the microphone, turning to face the male student maintaining order, speaking into the mic: ”Not answering? Are you feeling guilty too? Uncle and aunt gave birth to and raised you, is this how you repay them?”

The scene grew increasingly chaotic, with students who were watching taking out phones to record, though disappointed at not witnessing the genius youth on stage panic. At this moment, Ning Yan’s pitch-black eyes gradually frosted over, an air of hostility brewing incessantly...

All the contemptuous glances fell into his view, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on the mic, a disdainful curve forming at his lips.

Used to it.

Faceless mediocrity can only find some pleasure in these situations.

Just then, a petite figure suddenly stood up, directly grabbing the mic from the old professor beside her, turning to glare at the girl, sharply scolding: ”Duan Mingyue, if you want to know, why not go back and ask your dear uncle and aunt!”

The suited youth on stage heard the voice and froze suddenly.

Feng Yi, holding the mic, her pale, delicate face was full of anger, visibly displeased.

The old professor beside: ”...????”

What?

What is this young girl doing? Dislike that he was an elder, so she snatched his microphone?

Feng Huaijin, watching the spectacle from his seat, changed his expression. His face suddenly fell to the darkest depths. Why was his dear one joining the commotion? Couldn’t she just enjoy the show quietly?

The questioning girl’s face flushed, glaring at Feng Yi angrily: ”What do you understand? You...”

Feng Yi sneered: ”What do you know? Being used by your aunt as a pawn, yet still dare to come out and make noise? Why don’t you ask your cousin why he’d rather spend time alone experimenting at the Research Institute, why he chooses to stay out for New Year’s instead of going home?”

Duan Mingyue was rendered speechless by the question, her gaze fell on the cool youth on stage, discovering his eyes yet obscure, giving Feng Yi a complicated look.

The entire scene was already in an uproar, with discussions bustling.

From the sound of it, there’s definitely something happening here.