Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Like the Sun Looking Down on Ants

The Qin Family’s business wasn’t doing well, something Qin Xin had anticipated.

Without unity among the Qin Family, she could still keep things in order when she was around. But in her absence, they’d surely fall apart, with relatives taking the opportunity to engage in infighting.

Moreover, with that batch of precious herbs being stupidly handed over to a scumbag by Qin Wenrou, wasn’t that cutting off the Qin Family’s retreat?

Even so, though it might be falling apart, the Qin Family, after all these years of management under her, shouldn’t completely collapse to the point of barely hanging on for dear life, should it?

She frowned, looking at the words ”Nalan Group.”

Nalan Group stood at the top of the empire’s business hierarchy among the leading families.

However, it’s said that the heir of this generation seemingly had an incurable affliction—was a crippled person?

In the past, her mother would occasionally let slip during conversation that if the Qin Family truly couldn’t hold on, they could seek out Mr. Nalan for a way out.

She would just shrug it off with a smile back then.

The most important thing in life is one’s own strength; what kind of skill is relying on others?

Though Qin Xin was a girl, without a father or older brother, she was not inferior to the boys of other families and could still shoulder the livelihood of the entire Qin Family.

Now thinking back, could it be that the Qin Family had some old ties with the Nalan Family?

How could that be possible?

The wealth and status of the Nalan Family were worlds apart from the Qin Family, as far apart as the sun looking down upon the ants on the ground.

Moreover, if there were ties between the two families, why was the Nalan Family now suppressing the Qin Family?

Does the sun need to suppress ants?

Are gossip journalists running out of stories to write?

Qin Xin withdrew her gaze.

She was already dead. Only one daughter, Qin Wenrou, remained in the Qin Family. Even if someone had to sell themselves out for survival, it would be Qin Wenrou. Why should she care so much?

By her ear.

Song Anjing was still chattering away incessantly: ”Xinxin, look, look, these people from your Medical College are too much! They select their flower and grass of the college, why do they have to set up a dedicated post on the school forum to pick the ugliest oddity in the school? Even setting up such a post is bad enough, but what does it mean to put your photo there?”

Only then did Qin Xin casually glance at it.

The photo in the post was Lan Qingxin’s student ID card photo, somewhat old.

It should have been copied from the Student Union’s data files, the hair was messy, and the facial features were blurred.

However, the dark green birthmark was still very conspicuous, striking to the eye at first glance.

It still carried a bit of that unique rustic look and bewilderment of a high school student just entering university.

This ugliest oddity election had already amassed several hundred views, and there were dozens of comments voting on it.

Though the attention wasn’t as high as the selection for the bellflower of the various colleges, it was still easy to draw attention.

Especially when it stood side by side with the hot post ”Hands and Feet Highly Recommend High Beauty Scholar Qin Wenrou to Win Bellflower of Medical College,” it was particularly eye-catching.

Song Anjing felt indignant:

”ID card photos are usually rustic. They should dare to put up their own, I bet they wouldn’t look good!”

”I just went hard alternating on my big and small accounts against that shameless post owner, humph, I have forty small accounts! I’ll borrow some classmates’ accounts from Pharmacy College later, vote them all against, vote that post owner as the ugliest...”

”Oh, it’s just a pity I don’t know anyone from Computer Science, Mathematics, or Physics departments. Otherwise, I’d find someone to hack this stupid post and see who’s so shameless to post something like this...”

Qin Xin, however, didn’t mind: ”Let’s go.”

Lan Qingxin’s dozen or so wilted chrysanthemum pots were still at the school hospital. If they didn’t retrieve them soon, they’d be disposed of by the cleaners.

Seeing the original owner liked nurturing and gardening so much, even tending to plants and flowers while being ill, if she could help fulfill this persistent wish, she would.

The two put all the flower pots onto a small cart, just about to leave the school hospital.

Suddenly, a sharp shouting noise erupted from the Ice Lake——