Lin Muci waited by the school gate for Uncle Li to pick her up in the Maybach.
That Maybach S-Class 580, costing over two million, was equivalent to a house in their small city.
However, it was merely one of the many luxury cars in the Lin family's garage.
Lin Muci's maternal grandfather had built his fortune through business, amassing billions. He had only one daughter, Lin Muci's mother, Lin Cuiping.
But Lin Cuiping herself was weak and kind, a pampered young lady who couldn't stand on her own.
She was tricked into marrying Lin Muci's father, a man from humble origins who had climbed the social ladder. After marriage, he changed his surname to Lin.
Even his illegitimate children were registered under the Lin family's household.
They were all waiting for the day to inherit the Lin family's entire fortune, leaving no descendants.
To be honest.
Lin Muci's soul being scattered and her unfortunate demise were directly related to Lin Muci's father and his two illegitimate children!
And Lin father's mistress, Zhao Jingjing.
She must have been instigating a lot behind the scenes.
Lin Muci was fully aware of all these schemes.
She intended to reclaim the Lin family's power and wealth sooner or later.
She stood at the school gate, leisurely waiting for Uncle Li.
A brand new Maybach stopped in front of her. As she was about to get in, she took a second look and felt something was off.
Huh? Strange. This isn't our car.
But who else would be so ostentatious?
Wait a moment, Lin Muci stared at the license plate.
mC520.
Muci I love you?
What the heck.
She must be overthinking.
But the next second, the rear passenger door opened, and a woman in high heels hurried out.
Her eyes lit up when she saw Lin Muci.
"You're that young lady from the Lin family, aren't you? I'm Chen Fei, Ling Qianhe's agent, and also the daughter of your mother's good friend. We met at your house before, do you remember?"
Lin Muci didn't really want to admit she knew her.
But Chen Fei asked anxiously.
"What was the name of the psychologist you mentioned your mother said you've been seeing? Can you help me recall? This is very important for Qianhe. Qianhe is having psychological issues right now, and I want to find the best doctor for him! You're Qianhe's fan, can you help keep this a secret for him?"
Chen Fei thought.
This young girl, a naive rich girl, and a fan of Ling Qianhe, should be easy to communicate with.
But to Chen Fei's surprise, the young girl looked up and directly refused.
"I am not Ling Qianhe's fan. It doesn't concern me if he dies."
Chen Fei gasped, staring at Lin Muci in disbelief.
What the heck?
Lin Muci gave her no face at all.
"Even psychologists can't cure Ling Qianhe's illness, so don't waste your effort."
She turned to leave. Chen Fei was dumbfounded.
"Wait a moment! Aren't you having your exams soon? I have connections for art exams. Your mother also asked me before if I could help you find a mentor at a good film academy."
Lin Muci turned her head, a hint of cold mockery on her lips.
"No need. Do you have anything else? If not, I'm going home."
Chen Fei hadn't expected this young girl to be so temperamental.
She had rushed out in Qianhe's car to find someone today, but never anticipated receiving such a cold shoulder.
Chen Fei was at a loss, but still struggling.
"I... I heard from your mother that you've been having a strained relationship with your classmates at school because of Qianhe. Is that why you're so angry? But Qianhe's condition is very bad now. He's genuinely sick. For several days he hasn't eaten or drunk anything, and has been vomiting blood... He refuses to work and also refuses to see any strangers. If there were any other way, Chen Fei wouldn't be asking this young girl. She heard from her mother, Mrs. Lin, that the depression doctor she hired was very good and had changed her daughter Xiao Ci's personality significantly. But her mother refused to reveal her daughter's secret. Nor would she tell her who her daughter's depression doctor was. She could understand Mrs. Lin's protectiveness of her daughter, so she could only come and ask this young girl. By the way, I haven't asked your name yet? I only know your mother calls you Xiao Ci."
Lin Muci smiled.
"Me? My name is Lin Muci."
Chen Fei was completely stunned.
Lin Muci?
She remembered that brat Ling Qianhe, even when he was unconscious, kept shouting Lin Muci's name frantically. Chen Fei's heart skipped a beat! What a coincidence.
"Lin Muci?"
The girl opposite tilted her head up.
As the sun set, her face was exceptionally beautiful, her lips slightly curved, yet it sent a chill down one's spine.
"Yes. I am Miss Lin Muci of the Lin family. Also, I am doing very well and have never had depression. Nor do I know who my doctor is. Even if Ling Qianhe is dying, I can't help him. Goodbye."
In the distance, under the setting sun, a Maybach slowly approached. Lin Muci nodded to Chen Fei, then stepped into the Maybach!
Chen Fei's face darkened.
This arrogant young lady.
Is she... truly so heartless towards Qianhe?
As Lin Muci got into the car, the system in her mind exclaimed with a tut-tut.
"Host, you are truly heartless."
Lin Muci looked out the window expressionlessly.
"He deserves it."
The system said.
"Are you really planning to watch Ling Qianhe die?"
Lin Muci sneered.
"He's not dead yet, is he? I don't think that brat will die either. Who is he trying to fool? He didn't die five years ago, and he won't die now. That scumbag Ling Qianhe, will he feel pain? Humph. "
The system, hearing her cold tone, was choked and dared not speak.
Meanwhile, in the Maybach, Uncle Li felt that the young lady seemed to be in a bad mood today.
Could it be because of the second young lady?
Oh no, the young lady said Lin Miaoyu doesn't count as the second young lady.
He tentatively asked.
"The young lady's birthday banquet is approaching, do you need to invite classmates and friends and bring them to tour the Lin family?"
Lin Muci said.
"No need. Too troublesome. Drive to Hengcheng Film and Television Base."
Uncle Li was confused.
"Huh? What does the young lady want to do?"
The system was also curiously asking Lin Muci.
"Host, what are you going to do?"
Lin Muci said.
"Isn't there a new talent show? I'm signing up. I'm going to focus on my career. I'm proficient in all eighteen skills, including playing various instruments and singing. I want to be tens of thousands of times more famous than that scumbag Ling Qianhe!"