Around lunchtime, the students wanted to get to the cafeteria before class ended to avoid the crowd and secure their favorite dishes. A few had already trickled out of their seats. Gu Qiqi stayed behind to return the cadaver, and Qin Chen needed to handle paperwork at the morgue, so both remained for final cleanup.
Suddenly, two honks sounded from outside the lab. Everyone craned their necks to see—a luxury sedan was parked by the window.
It was a brand-new Maybach four-door, its sleek lines elegant and composed, the classic black exuding a quiet grandeur that screamed understated opulence.
Someone who drives a car like this must be a refined, steady leader, right?
That was everyone’s guess.
But as the car came to a stop, the tinted rear window on the lab side slowly rolled down, revealing a heavily made-up, affected face: “Qin Chen! Qin Chen—”
It was a young face, but overdone makeup made it look odd. She flashed Qin Chen a dazzling, flirtatious smile, her voice syrupy and childlike.
Everyone shuddered with goosebumps.
Qin Chen walked over and opened the car door, finally revealing the full picture to the students—
First, a pair of shapely legs sheathed in black sheer stockings;
Then, a pink lace dress suit, its hem, cuffs, and collar adorned with frilly pink lace;
Next, a head of big, golden waves, with a huge, flashy pink bow pinned at the temple;
Finally, that powdered face swayed its slender waist as she stepped out in nine-centimeter heels, oozing charm—everyone saw the ghastly white foundation, the Barbie-doll pink blush, the long fake lashes, and the glittering crystal-red lips…
Honestly, if this outfit were on a fifteen-year-old girl, it’d be a classic lolicon fantasy—cute and kawaii. But if the wearer was over twenty and so well-developed… Qiqi glanced at the two bulges on that powdered face and frowned—it was just too forced.
What’s more, that powdered face kept speaking to Qin Chen in a strained, sugary voice: “Chen, are you hungry? Tired? Tonight’s my brother’s birthday—will you come to his party with me?”
The voice was so sweet and cloying that Lin Chi-ling would be embarrassed by her own baby talk, and the Tianshan Child Maiden would laugh to the heavens—finally, I’ve found a successor to the ageless art…
Qin Chen wore a doting smile, patiently chatting with the powdered face.
A curious guy nearby asked a gossipy girl: “Hey, who’s that pink little darling? Anyone know?”
The gossipy girl replied: “The Hermès bag on her wrist is the latest limited edition, and that luxury car behind her is worth over eight figures—if her bag isn’t a knockoff from a foreign trade market, and if her car isn’t a fake or rented, then use your heel to think—she’s the heir of the MD Group, Miss Zhou Zhibi!”
That’s right, it was Zhou Zhibi, Qin Chen’s new girlfriend.
The students exchanged knowing looks and cast sympathetic glances at Gu Qiqi.
Qiqi was well-liked in class, so since Qin Chen dumped her, she’d gained support and sympathy from both boys and girls—the boys, always jealous of Qin Chen, sided with Qiqi; the girls, close friends with her, did the same.