The two women exchanged glances, smiles curling the corners of their lips, yet neither smile reached their eyes.
"Miss Qin, isn’t this pharmacy a bit too simple? With your medical skills, are you content working in such a small pharmacy?" Jing Zhiyue asked with an elegant smile, her pleasant voice laced with a hint of coldness.
"What are you trying to say, Miss Jing?" Qin Qin looked up at Jing Zhiyue. This lifetime’s Qin Yuanshuang did indeed have a beautiful face, one that could make any man feel pity and affection, but unfortunately, beneath that beauty was a venomous heart.
"Miss Qin, why not consider joining our Divine Doctor Sect? I can offer you a position as an elder."
"Sorry, I’m not interested." The Divine Doctor Sect? Laughable. They didn’t even have half the capability of the Ghost Doctor Sect and yet had the audacity to call themselves Divine Doctors.
Listening to Qin Qin’s unequivocal rejection, Jing Zhiyue, who had maintained an elegantly smiling demeanor, grew cold, her beautiful eyes, icy as they regarded Qin Qin, "Miss Qin, aren’t you going to reconsider? They say that a wise man submits to circumstances. It appears that Miss Qin doesn’t quite understand such things."
"Is that so? If I don’t understand, then I don’t understand. I’ve always acted according to my own desires and don’t like being constrained. If Miss Jing has nothing else, please leave."
Qin Qin busied herself with organizing the prescription slips on her desk, unwilling to look at Jing Zhiyue again.
Jing Zhiyue, with a cold gaze at Qin Qin, who was now looking down and busying herself, stood and said, "Miss Qin, let me give you a piece of advice. Don’t covet what isn’t yours; you can’t bear the consequences."
Lack of awareness of the situation—had she been a bit more compliant, Jing Zhiyue might have considered letting her off. If not, she couldn’t blame her for what was to come.
After leaving the room, Jing Zhiyue saw the crowded throngs of people outside and sneered inwardly, a lowly woman from the streets belongs nowhere else but a place .
In Jing Zhiyue’s room at the Jing Family residence, her expression was stormy as she clenched her phone tightly.
"Useless, all of them are useless." She was furious that, even after such a long investigation, no one had uncovered the person behind Heavenly Medicine Group. And then there was Qin Qin, who always managed to stir fury in her otherwise calm heart. Recently, between the conflicts of Heavenly Medicine Group and Jing Pharmaceutical Group, her reputation as a Divine Doctor seemed to have someone manipulating things behind the scenes. Surely it had to be someone from the Heavenly Medicine Group. But who, and why target her? Could it really be Qin Qing?
The phone rang again, and Jing Zhiyue’s exquisite features twisted with displeasure as she picked up the phone and glanced at the caller ID. After a moment, she answered, "Mo Haoxuan, you’re no longer allowed to call me."
"What’s wrong? Are you angry? It’s rare to see you so worked up. Could it be because of the recent rumors about you, or maybe it’s because of that day on the cruise ship when Mo Yunchen saved another woman?" Mo Haoxuan’s low, indifferent voice came through the phone, accompanied by a mocking laugh.
"Shut up," Jing Zhiyue barked into the phone, her voice harsh. She didn’t want to think about it, and yet he brought it up.
"Ha ha, are you throwing a tantrum? I’ve told you before, Mo Yunchen doesn’t like you. Maybe he’s fallen for that woman, what’s her name... Qin Qin, right? Average looking, from an average family. Mo Yunchen would rather touch another woman than give you a second glance. You and I are a match made in heaven. So leave Mo Yunchen and come to my arms."
"Shut up, I told you to shut up."
"Even if I shut up, it doesn’t change reality, does it? Mo Yunchen simply doesn’t care for you, won’t like you. How many times has he even glanced your way over the years?"
The laughter of Mo Haoxuan on the other end was sinister and full of delight.
"Impossible, he’s mine, he must be mine. That woman is just a fluke, how could Yunchen possibly fancy her?"
In Jing Zhiyue’s heart, Qin Qin wasn’t a concern at all. Not solely because Qin Qin was of average appearance but also due to her ordinary family background. How could Jing Zhiyue take someone like that seriously? She wouldn’t even consider her worthy of confrontation, but should she indeed find anything amiss, she would show no mercy.
"Hehe, Zhiyue, I believe, in the end, you’ll be mine," said Haoxuan, and then he hung up the phone.
Jing Zhiyue threw her phone against the wall, smashing it in a flare of anger. Unable to suppress her rage, she swept a vase to the floor, shattering it. Only when the sound of breaking echoed did her mood seem to improve slightly.
"Second Miss, what’s wrong?" came a hesitant voice from beyond the door.
Jing Zhiyue’s severe gaze softened, "I’m fine, I just accidentally broke a vase. Come in and clean it up, will you?"
"Yes, Miss," replied a servant as he entered, bowing his head, silently observing the shattered vase and broken phone on the floor. Wisely, he remained quiet, knowing that despite what others said about Miss Zhiyue’s temper, almost everyone in the villa understood that she was not as agreeable as they claimed. Although she didn’t lash out at the servants like Miss Zhilei did, her gaze could instill fear far more effectively than Zhilei’s temper ever could.