CHAPTER 37: CHAPTER 37: SHE WITNESSED HER OWN FUNERAL!

The female classmates in the canteen, not daring to disturb senior Lan Yingjun’s conversation, kept their distance.

They looked at Qin Xin with envy and hatred as she sat opposite Lan Yingjun.

Watching as Lan Yingjun spoke patiently and elegantly.

Noticing Qin Xin remaining indifferent and absent-minded throughout.

In the end... she even threw the senior’s belongings into the trash can!

Damn toad!

After Lan Yingjun also left, their curiosity got the better of them, and they searched the trash to pull out those notebooks.

On one of them, the words "Qin Wenrou" could still be vaguely recognized.

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief.

Finally, someone exclaimed, "That ugly freak actually threw our campus belle’s notes into the trash! Who gave her the guts!"

"Ugly people always make trouble, she’s definitely jealous of Wen Rou, that venomous-hearted ugly freak!"

"We must tell Wen Rou about this!"

"Yes, we’ll beat her up every time we see her in the future!"

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As expected, Hong Jingtian, as the Red Society President, has remarkable capabilities.

Qin Xin handed him a shopping list, which included more than twenty kinds of rare imported medicines, usually unavailable in regular hospitals, yet he managed to get them all in half a day, delivering them swiftly to her specified address.

When Xiangxiang helped her bring back the package, she curiously asked, "Missy, when did you buy cosmetics? Do you know how to use them?"

To avoid scrutiny, the items were labeled as cosmetics in the parcel.

Receiving the package, Qin Xin curled her lips, "Hmm, just playing around."

Although they were all medicines, calling them cosmetics wasn’t entirely inaccurate.

However, others use cosmetics to become beautiful.

But she intends to use these cosmetics to "become ugly."

After fiddling alone in the bathroom for a while, she looked at her reflection in the small mirror with satisfaction—a goose egg face with waxy yellow skin and a dark green birthmark!

Even more than the original owner’s initial appearance.

Xiangxiang almost tripped, "Missy, did Lan Yingjun make you angry? I’ll go make some soup for you as a late-night snack to nourish you..."

Why did Missy’s recently improved complexion revert back to this?

No wonder Missy wanted to buy cosmetics.

Whew, being a girl born with facial imperfections, Missy has it so hard!

"No need. I’m going out to handle something." Qin Xin was very satisfied with the makeup’s effect.

From now on, she wouldn’t need to hide her face under long hair.

From now on, sister can go out directly to scare people!

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Qin Family’s old house.

Qin Xin swiped the password at the back door to enter.

At dusk, the Qin Family should be dining in the front hall, so she wouldn’t run into them.

She followed the familiar garden path straight to the back-yard pharmacy warehouse.

To completely remove the toxins from the original owner’s body, one more medicine was needed—natural bezoar.

This medicine is rare on the market and is extremely expensive.

Luckily, Qin Xin had previously collected a batch of top-quality ones at an auction, stored in the Qin Family’s warehouse, and had never been willing to sell.

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After Qin Xin entered the password, the warehouse door opened.

However.

The next second, her gaze turned icy!

The large pharmacy warehouse had become empty in just a few days!

The medicinal materials in this warehouse were all bought with Qin Xin’s private money, not considered the family’s public assets. Whose hand reached so far, so impatiently touched her things?!

Do they really consider her dead?!

Qin Xin stood silently in the warehouse for a while, then returned the way she came, with a somber face.

Just as her hand pulled open the back door, her spine stiffened suddenly!

"Xin’er, if you die like this, what will Mom do, what to do..."

Crying came from the other end of the garden, full of sorrow!

Qin Xin’s fingers trembled slightly as she turned around stiffly.

At the other end of the garden, a simple mourning hall and white banners had unknowingly been set up.

A black-and-white photo hung on a brass coffin.

It was a picture of her, Qin Xin!

It was her... Qin Xin’s funeral!

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