She cast her bait, and as long as this woman joined the Divine Doctor Sect, she could control her and see how good her medical skills really were, and if they surpassed her own, then...
"Join the Divine Doctor Sect? I’m sorry, I’m not interested!" Qin Qin said, and with large strides, she left, followed by Mu Chienchien.
Jing Zhimei turned to watch Qin Qin’s retreating figure, her beautiful eyes narrowing, a cold light flashing through them.
"This woman really doesn’t know what’s good for her. Zhiyue, you think highly of her, and yet she dares to refuse." Lin Tianya complained to Jing Zhimei.
"All right, don’t be upset over such a person. If she doesn’t want to join, let it be. Our Divine Doctor Sect doesn’t desperately need her." Jing Zhimei hid the chill in her eyes and said with a beautiful smile.
Only then did Lin Tianya nod in agreement, although she still felt uncomfortable inside.
Qin Qin and Mu Chienchien, tired from their browsing, went to have a meal at a restaurant not far from the shopping mall. Shortly after sitting down, they ran into Lin Tianya and Jing Zhimei, but the two of them lived in a rather secluded place, so they didn’t notice Qin Qin and her companion.
Lin Tianya and Jing Zhimei sat down in a spot that was within Qin Qin’s line of sight, yet it was not easy for them to spot her.
Once Lin Tianya and Jing Zhimei sat down, the waiter came over with the menu.
Lin Tianya looked at the menu and then ordered a few dishes.
Jing Zhimei also made a few selections, but specifically mentioned no scallions, ginger, or garlic.
Upon hearing Jing Zhimei ask for no scallions, ginger, or garlic, Qin Qin raised her head, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes. Jing Zhimei also disliked scallions, ginger, and garlic; her senior sister was the same, especially sensitive to these ingredients.
Qin Qin looked towards Jing Zhimei, in fact, she had felt a sense of familiarity the moment she first saw Jing Zhimei, because her acting and expressions were too similar to those of her senior sister, and the familiar scent of the pill also made her suspicious, but she wasn’t completely certain yet.
At this moment, Jing Zhimei elegantly wiped her fingers with a napkin, and seeing this action made Qin Qin’s expression darken significantly.
Jing Zhimei, holding the napkin in her right hand, slowly rotated it around the fingers of her left hand, carefully cleaning each one. She looked serious, as if she’d be uncomfortable without wiping them clean.
This very action caused Qin Qin’s expression to turn frosty—her senior sister did the same.
Was it a coincidence, or was it really her? They both practiced medicine, their skills were similar, they had the same expressions, and now even their hand-wiping motions were identical, but she couldn’t make a judgment just like that.
Mu Chienchien noticed Qin Qin staring at Jing Zhimei and asked with a puzzled frown, "What’s wrong, Qin Qin?"
"Nothing!" Qin Qin shifted her gaze back to Mu Chienchien, but her eyes kept thoughtfully drifting towards Jing Zhimei.
"Miss Jing, what a coincidence, are you here for a meal, too? I asked you to help me with a consultation last time, and you were busy. Could you have a look for me now, please?" A noblewoman who seemed to have just finished her meal happily approached Jing Zhimei upon seeing her.
Jing Zhimei saw the noblewoman and put on a smile, though a trace of impatience flickered in her eyes, "It turns out to be Madam Yuan, I was indeed a bit busy last time. Why don’t you take a seat, and I’ll take your pulse today."
Madam Yuan gladly sat down, extending her hand. Jing Zhimei reached out to take her pulse. Her little finger subtly curled, a small motion that Qin Qin also observed. She sneered coldly—was fate really such a joker?
If she was 60 percent suspicious before, now she was 90 percent certain.
She never expected that upon coming to this world, her senior sister would be here too!
Jing Zhimei, oh, no, Qin Yuanshuang, it’s really too good to be true!
She could hardly bear to look at the scene playing out before her, a mixture of somberness and bloodthirst flashing in her eyes.
She didn’t need to watch to know that once Madam Yuan left, Jing Zhimei would certainly reach for the napkin again to wipe her fingers.
Sure enough, after Madam Yuan had left, disdain flickered through Jing Zhimei’s eyes as she picked up a tissue and wiped her fingers again. She was very good at performing, never losing her temper in public. In everyone’s eyes, the top lady had a marvelous temper and a beautiful smile.
Yet no one knew how disdainful and disgusted she felt towards anyone beneath her. No one understood this senior sister better than Qin Qin did.
"For some reason, I feel like Jing Zhimei is really hypocritical; it’s just that nobody notices!" Mu Chienchien didn’t like Jing Zhimei, because she always had an uncomfortable feeling around her. You see her smiling, but you always sense that the smile is hiding that she’s up to something.
Qin Qin was surprised by Mu Chienchien’s remark, and then said to her, "Hmm, stay further away from her in the future, she’s not a simple person."