"You, you are indeed far inferior to Bi Mengya."

"Mengya?"

Lin Qingyan's gaze fell on Shen Mengya; she really was Lu Zhengting's unfortunate love interest.

You, Lu Zhengting, didn't even tell her about the unwanted attention you were getting.

But so what?

They're just bad prospects; if one comes along, pluck it; if two come along, pluck both.

She watched as Shen Mengya linked arms with Old Madam Lu, and the two of them looked like a close grandfather and granddaughter. She wondered what their relationship was.

She curled her lips into a smile, "You all came all this way just to break me up with Zheng Ting, didn't you?"

"Yes." Old Mrs. Lu answered without any pretense: "You have no respect for your elders, you do not serve your elders, you have no manners or upbringing, and you are not worthy of Zheng Ting at all."

“I’m not good enough for her, but does she?” She gestured to Shen Mengya with her eyes.

"Yes, our Mengya is gentle, virtuous, well-educated, and very filial to me. She is my favorite candidate for granddaughter-in-law. She likes Zhengting very much, and I hope that Zhengting will marry her, not you."

"But the key is that Zheng Ting likes me. He doesn't like this Meng Ya, so it's no use if you like her. If you like her, wouldn't it be perfect if you married her?"

"Can't you just talk properly? You're not Zheng Ting, how do you know he doesn't like Meng Ya?"

Lin Qingyan chuckled: "Is that even a question? If he liked another girl, he wouldn't have married me."

Shen Mengya stared intently at Lin Qingyan. She felt that Lin Qingyan was extremely smug. She clenched her fists in resentment, as if she were strangling Lin Qingyan, wishing she could kill her.

Grandma Lu had been the one advocating for her the whole time, so she wanted to do the same for herself.

She looked at Lin Qingyan with her big, bright eyes.

"Qing, Comrade Qingyan. I don't know how long you've known Brother Zhengting, but we grew up together as childhood sweethearts, sharing many happy and unforgettable times. These are things you haven't experienced. I hope those happy and unforgettable times can continue until we grow old, so that our lives can be complete. Comrade Qingyan, I'm afraid you won't be able to do that."

"Comrade Mengya, are you telling me this to show off? Regardless of whether you two are childhood sweethearts or not, Zhengting told me that he has never liked any girl before, and he only has feelings for me."

Although she wasn't sure if what Shen Mengya said was true, she still felt a pang of jealousy. She admitted that she was already jealous just from hearing those words.

But her words truly struck Shen Mengya.

"I heard that you cured Zheng Ting's legs. Maybe that's why he agreed to be with you."

"Are you saying I used this to blackmail him? He liked me even before his leg was injured. You can ask him if I used this to blackmail him?"

Shen Mengya lowered her eyes in disappointment, unsure of what to say.

She never expected that despite her thorough preparations for the fight against Lin Qingyan, she would still be defeated so easily.

Those who are favored are always fearless.

The reason he lost to Lin Qingyan was Lu Zhengting's favoritism.

No, she was not willing to accept it.

At least Lu still has his grandmother to rely on, so he must fight Lin Qingyan to the death.

Mrs. Lu and Lin Qingyan couldn't reach an agreement, and she gradually lost patience.

He had no choice but to resort to his trump card: "You refuse to leave Zheng Ting no matter what, is it because you want money? Tell me, how much do you want? As long as it's not too outrageous, I can satisfy you."

Lin Qingyan instantly thought of the domineering CEOs' parents or grandparents in modern TV dramas, who often used this method to drive away the Cinderella-like girls the CEOs liked.

Lin Qingyan loves money just like everyone else, but she doesn't care about Old Mrs. Lu's.

"If you can give me 100,000 yuan in one go, and also give me two courtyard houses in Beijing, I will agree to your request."

"100,000? Why don't you just rob someone? Where am I, an old woman, supposed to get 100,000 yuan for you? That's just wishful thinking."

"You told me to name my conditions, and these are the conditions I've named."

She figured the old woman didn't have that much money, and even if she did, she wouldn't dare to take it out.

Shen Mengya gave a cold laugh.

"So in your heart, Brother Zhengting can be measured by money. It seems you don't truly love him, otherwise you wouldn't use material things to measure his value."

When she meets Lu Zhengting, she must tell him these words, so that he knows that in Lin Qingyan's eyes, he is just like an ordinary object that can be bought and sold with money.

A few moments later, when patients came in, Lin Qingyan chased the two of them away.

"I need to treat someone now, so you two should leave as soon as possible."

When Grandma Lu recalled the person she had encountered who had spoken disdainfully of Lin Qingyan's medical skills, she scoffed, "You're still treating patients? The patients all say you're no good, you're a quack, and they're even saying they'll report you."

"I'm not a good doctor, but every day many people come to me for treatment, and some even travel from far away to queue up and ask me to treat them."

"No matter how nicely you describe it, I've never seen it."

Whether you see me or not is irrelevant to you.

The old lady sighed, "Let me give you a piece of advice: quack doctors harm people, so stop as soon as possible."

"I advise you to worry more about your old bones."