Lin Muchen was so confident.
It was because, in the world of traditional Chinese medicine back then, she was a genuine god of medicine!
Let alone a blood clot caused by a cerebral hemorrhage pressing on nerves, which was the case with her maternal grandfather.
Even more difficult conditions were cured with just one dose of medicine in her hands.
She had dozens of prescriptions in her mind right now.
Lin Muchen wrote down the prescription and went to school.
Lin Miaoyu, likely having heard that Lin Muchen's maternal grandfather was ill, came specifically to find her.
She said, with feigned concern.
"Lin Muchen, your maternal grandfather is sick, isn't he? I heard it's very serious and he needs cranial surgery. He might not make it through this autumn.
Then the Lin family will rely on Daddy's hundreds of billions in assets, all of which belong to Daddy.
Daddy loves me and my mommy. Lin Muchen, you're just an annoying pest!
She was clearly gloating!
But she pretended to be worried, speaking loudly for other classmates to hear.
"Lin Muchen, your maternal grandfather has a cerebral hemorrhage and is dying in the hospital. Tell me, what are you and your mommy going to do in the future?"
Lin Muchen replied to her.
"My maternal grandfather is just sick and will be cured soon.
Moreover, the Lin family's fortune is not for Lu Yuanhang to get his hands on. My mommy and I are the heirs of the Lin family.
What are you thinking about? Do you think you deserve it?"
Lin Miaoyu, not having gained any advantage in words, left disgruntled.
After a full afternoon of classes.
Several television station cars were suddenly parked at the school entrance.
This sparked speculation among everyone.
"What's going on?"
"Is the TV station coming to film at our school?"
"Strange, is a celebrity coming?"
As Lin Muchen walked out of the school gate, the program director, who was looking around outside the school, saw her and his eyes lit up, beaming with joy.
"It's this young lady! I've found her!"
Meanwhile, inside the van, Ling Qianhe watched her through the car window.
This was his first time seeing the eldest daughter of the Lin family at school.
She wore a well-tailored school uniform, with long black hair. When she looked at people, her eyes sparkled with a smile, yet also exuded a touch of coolness.
But…
She walked on tiptoe, and her posture was not like that of Muchen-jie, nor was the amplitude of her hand movements correct!
She wasn't like herself at all!
Ling Qianhe, observing Lin Muchen through the glass, hesitated whether to get out of the car.
What finally swayed him was a remark from the director.
"This young lady actually has great potential. She played the drum kit so well, fluidly. If she participated, she might have won first place?"
Ling Qianhe's mind replayed the drum solo she played during the audition.
Ling Qianhe made up his mind.
He still had to talk to her.
He opened the car door.
Lin Muchen had actually seen him from afar.
She sneered. The director was talking to her, suggesting she continue participating in "Tomorrow's Idol." Lin Muchen pointed her finger towards Ling Qianhe, her tone nonchalant, but in a way that could infuriate someone.
Lin Muchen said.
"Make him beg me."
The director doubted his ears.
"What?"
"Wait, make who, who beg you?"
Lin Muchen stood tall and proud.
"Make Ling Qianhe beg me."
Upon hearing this, the director was dumbfounded. He gasped!
This was the first time he had heard such a daring and unbelievable request!
Ling Qianhe stepped out of the car and happened to hear Lin Muchen's words. Ling Qianhe's eyes turned slightly cold.
"You want me to beg you?"
He walked up to Lin Muchen, and the atmosphere became tense.
The twenty-year-old young man was a sharp and dazzling international superstar.
He stood before Lin Muchen, gazing into her eyes, his gaze like a deep sea on the verge of a storm.
The young girl opposite him had a clean, unadorned face. Though she wore a school uniform and looked young, she calmly said.
"Yes. Beg me, and I'll go."
Ling Qianhe sneered and turned to leave.
Outside, a crowd of students, all Lin Muchen's classmates, had gathered and were chattering.
"Wow! Pinch me, am I dreaming!"
"It's Ling Qianhe! He really showed up, Lin Muchen's persistent pursuit of her idol must have moved him!"
"Didn't she used to pick up trash at school just to buy Ling Qianhe's merchandise?"
"Her book covers are all Ling Qianhe's posters, and she keeps Ling Qianhe's photos in her pencil case!"
"That's right, she's a devoted fan of Ling Qianhe!!! We all know she'd do anything for Ling Qianhe. She's gone crazy just to see him. If anyone says anything bad about Ling Qianhe, she'll get angry."
"She has money, it can really make Ling Qianhe come to her! Wuwuwu, did she win a fan signing event? Qianhe-didi is really so handsome in real life! Aba, I'm drooling."
Ling Qianhe also heard them.
He suddenly stopped and looked at Lin Muchen with a half-smile, as if he had uncovered a big secret.
A hint of amusement flickered in the depths of the young man's handsome, narrow eyes.
"You like me?"
Lin Muchen was about to deny it, saying "No, it's not me, it's not like that." But when she looked down, good heavens, Ling Qianhe's concert merchandise was hanging from her schoolbag.
She hurriedly tried to pull it off, wanting to throw it away.
However, as she unzipped her bag, Ling Qianhe's photo album spilled out, scattering all over the ground!
Lin Muchen's eyes went dark.
How could she have imagined that the original owner's schoolbag contained so many secrets!
A signed photo drifted to Ling Qianhe's feet.
Ling Qianhe bent down to pick it up, looked at Lin Muchen, and his smile bloomed.
"Still saying you're not my devoted fan?"
"You pick up trash just to buy my merchandise, and you keep my photos in your bag's interlayer."
"You love me so much, I'm truly flattered."
Lin Muchen:
"Damn it."
"You scoundrel!"
Her face was extremely displeased! Ling Qianhe leaned closer and added fuel to the fire by her ear.
"So you were saying one thing and meaning another at the hospital."
Lin Muchen:
"This is truly impossible to explain!"
The original owner, this star-struck, infatuated fool, had left her a terrible mess.
Ling Qianhe looked at the young girl in front of him, her breathing rapid. The gloom in his heart dissipated, as if uncovering her secret brought him joy. He smiled warmly and said.
"Take the signed photo and get in the car with me."
"The recording of the first episode is about to begin."
Lin Muchen stood still, in a dilemma.
The system innocently asked her.
"Host, do you want to go?"
But Lin Muchen made up her mind.
"Since it's come to this, who's afraid of whom."
"Hiding any longer is not a solution."
The young girl stood straight and said.
"Okay. Ling Qianhe, I'll go. Aren't you going to be my mentor? I'll go with you."
She hardened her heart. As long as Ling Qianhe still loved her, she could toy with this man!