"Yumeng, you guys wait for me in the car. I'm going down to see what she's up to."
Jiang Qiulan got out of the car and followed him, sneaking around like a thief.
"Qiulan, don't go."
That's what she said, but Qiao Yumeng didn't do anything to stop it.
"Never mind, let Qiulan go and take a look, Yumeng." Su Xueshan didn't show much expression, but her desire to watch the drama unfold was obvious, and a gloating look gradually appeared on her face.
Jiang Qiulan followed Lin Xi's footsteps and saw her heading towards the gynecology department. Excitedly, she opened her phone. She was right; Lin Xi had contracted a sexually transmitted disease. Otherwise, why would she be at the hospital, specifically the gynecology department?
She took several photos, eager to go back and share them with Qiao Yumeng.
After she left, Lin Xi turned back. She had only been at the hospital for two days and had mistakenly gone to the gynecology department instead of the internal medicine department to ask about her mother's condition.
Lin Xi came out of the doctor's office with a somewhat solemn expression. The doctor said that if the situation was optimistic, she had a year left; if the situation was not good, she had three months.
She composed herself, put on a smile, and pushed open the door. "Mom, I'm home from school! Look what delicious treats I brought you today."
Lin Xi held up the lunchbox in her hand, gesturing for her mother to guess.
"Qizai, you're home from school! Mommy bets it's Xiaohuntun."
"You guessed wrong, Mom, it's dumplings!"
She opened the lunchbox, cleared the table, and placed it in front of Lin's mother. "Mom, eat it while it's hot."
"Okay, Qizai, have you eaten?"
"have eaten."
Lin Xi watched her mother eat with tenderness. For a moment, tears welled up in her eyes, but she stopped them. Her mother used to be such a beautiful and lovely girl, but now she was tormented by illness like this.
She tried her best not to let her mother notice anything unusual. She opened her schoolbag, took out her homework, and started writing. She needed to work even harder.
Back in the car, Jiang Qiulan mysteriously held up her phone and said to the two of them, "Guess what I photographed?"
"Could it be that he really has a sexually transmitted disease?" Su Xueshan exclaimed, her mouth agape in surprise.
"You guessed right, I took a picture of her going into the gynecology department."
"Let me see, let me see."
"promise."
Qiao Yumeng also noticed the photos on her phone out of the corner of her eye, and felt even more relieved. With that face, she dared to try and steal Yi Ci from her. No way.
The next day, Shen Muqing arrived at school ten minutes early, giving herself time to copy homework. When she sat down, Xie Siyan was already sitting upright in his seat, writing furiously.
She craned her neck to look, and saw a series of professional terms she couldn't understand. She wondered if they had learned this in high school.
And doesn't Xie Siyan get tired of doing homework every day? Whenever you see him, he's either on his way to do homework or on his way to do homework.
Shen Muqing didn't want to bother him. She found her homework. Having been rejected once, she wouldn't ask again. She was still a bit proud.
She looked at Song Gufeng's seat; he hadn't arrived yet.
And so this scene unfolded: Shen Muqing sighed as she looked at her unopened homework. She was doing nothing, occasionally moving her pen or tidying her desk, but she didn't open the homework at all.
Xie Siyan had been focusing his attention on Shen Muqing ever since she arrived, observing her every move.
Seeing that she hadn't opened her notebook to check it and wasn't in a hurry, I smiled to myself, thinking, "I really want to..."
People came to the class one after another, and each one who came in looked at Shen Muqing with strange eyes and sized her up.
When Lin Xi arrived, she noticed that many classmates were staring at her with disgust and loathing eyes. She ignored them. She was here to study and take the college entrance examination, and nothing else mattered to her.
Shen Muqing was indifferent to other people's opinions, and although it seemed strange, he didn't pay much attention to it.
"Song Gufeng, can I borrow your homework to take a look?" Just then, Song Gufeng came in, and Shen Muqing asked him.
Noticing his angry expression, and finding it rare to see the usually cheerful man so serious, she asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, Qingqing, give me your homework, I'll do it for you."
Shen Muqing couldn't possibly let someone else do her homework every time; she was shy and would feel embarrassed.
"No need, just give it to me, I'll write it myself."
"good."
Song Gufeng found her workbook and handed it to her. Without exchanging many words, he returned to his seat.
"Huh? When did I do my homework? Am I really that diligent?"
Shen Muqing opened her homework to check and found that it was already full. The handwriting was exactly the same as her own, and she suspected that she had lost a piece of her memory.
On this day, many scrutinizing eyes were cast upon her, leaving Shen Muqing completely bewildered. Had she done something earth-shattering?
It was only after school that Shen Muqing heard a whisper of something.
"Look, that's her. I heard she's being kept by an old man."
"Ah? You really can't judge a book by its cover."
"That car belongs to the old man who's keeping her. I thought her family was really rich. No wonder she got into our school. It turns out she used such methods."
The tuition at Zhiyuan Noble High School is several hundred thousand yuan a year, and its educational resources and facilities are among the best in Ninghai City.
"I also heard that she had two abortions."
"Really?"
The group was engrossed in their discussion, completely unaware of Shen Muqing's approach from behind.
Shen Muqing appeared like a ghost, and said in a low voice, "Have I ever had an abortion? I don't even know it myself."
"ah!"
The group of people, like startled birds, quickly ran away.
A surge of anger rose in Shen Muqing's heart. Who was this blind, foul-mouthed person who was spreading false information? She suspected that someone was setting her up.
She stormed into the car, leaving Uncle Chen completely bewildered. What was wrong with his young lady?
"Miss, what happened?"
"Uncle Chen, someone is slandering me, saying I'm being kept by a sugar daddy, boohoo~"
Shen Muqing complained, "How could something like this happen in high school? Aren't high school students supposed to be the most innocent?"
"Miss, who is so blind as to say that? How dare they slander our young lady?" Uncle Chen's expression changed. Hearing that Shen Muqing had been wronged, he wiped the smile off his face.
"I have no idea."
She sullenly lay on her schoolbag and spoke, feeling like a huge accusation had been dumped on her; she felt so wronged.
"Don't worry, Miss, Uncle Chen will investigate for you right away and resolve it for you tomorrow."
Mr. Shen and his wife repeatedly told the young lady not to suffer any injustice. If the wife found out, she would be heartbroken.
"Okay, Uncle Chen, you must find the person who spread the rumors for me. I'll teach her a lesson."
"No problem, Uncle Chen will take care of it."
With Uncle Chen's assurance, Shen Muqing's melancholy mood improved, but she still ate less than a bowl of rice that evening, only three bowls.
Aunt Yu, who was cooking, wondered if her skills had deteriorated or if the dishes she made today were not to Shen Muqing's liking, but these were all dishes that Miss Shen loved to eat.
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