Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 30 Bastard? Is it referring to her?
Qin Zhao's villa is called Rose Garden. There are only twenty households inside, but the supermarket inside the villa has everything, although the prices are several times or even more than ten times that of the outside.

So she would occasionally buy school supplies and snacks some distance from home.

When she finished shopping and was waiting for Uncle Li to pick her up, a girl next to her suddenly turned around and bumped into her. The girl was holding a cup of milk tea, which was squeezed and deformed by the force of the impact, splashing all over the girl.

The girl wore a solid-color, fitted, waist-cinching dress with an exaggerated cut, which accentuated her curves. She wore a pair of stiletto sandals, had long, straight black hair, diamond earrings, and clearly defined eyelashes. Her makeup gave off a fake-natural look that was also a bit overdone.

The milk tea-colored fabric, extending from the waist to the hem of the skirt, completely ruined the elegant, sophisticated look.

"Don't you know where you're going? Are you blind?!" The girl's voice was shrill, making Qin Zhao's eardrums hurt a little.

Normally, Qin Zhao would apologize first.

Even though she didn't even stand still.

But this girl immediately turned the tables on him, which annoyed Qin Zhao. Besides, her coat was dirty.

After a two-second pause, she took a deep breath: "I'm sorry, but..."

"What's the use of apologizing! This dress of mine is a new style from Lujia, it cost 3! 3! Can you afford to pay for it?" Xia Zhirou was furious. This was a new style from Lujia that she had just bought through a personal shopper. Such luxury items could hardly be worn more than a few times, let alone sent to a dry cleaner!
Now her life has been ruined by some clueless poor bastard; she's so angry she could kill him.

What bad luck! She shouldn't have gone all the way to this lousy place to buy milk tea! All she gets are these clueless people.

"Pay up! 3 yuan, not a penny less!" Xia Zhirou glared fiercely at Qin Zhao, her delicate face contorted with rage, hardly befitting a socialite.

Xia Zhirou was stunned when she saw Qin Zhao's face. The boy had clear eyes and fair skin, and looked like he had been well taken care of.

The coat and shoes are both designer brands.

Do rich people come here to buy things?

As she pondered, she heard Qin Zhao say in a very calm tone, "I have no money."

"You have no money?" Her tone was less forceful, carrying a hint of disbelief and probing.

“I don’t have any money. I don’t know anything about this Lu family you’re talking about, and I can’t judge whether your dress is worth that much money. You weren’t looking where you were going and suddenly turned around, which is why the milk tea spilled on you. My clothes got dirty from your milk tea.”

Qin Zhao spoke calmly, pointing to his coat, "If you want to discuss right and wrong, you can call the police."

Xia Zhirou chuckled twice, her gaze falling on the transparent plastic bag in Qin Zhao's hand, which contained several sets of test papers and notebooks, as well as some low-quality junk food.

She said, "Why would someone as rich as my uncle come to this place?"

She's a country bumpkin who's never seen the world, wearing counterfeit goods she bought from who-knows-where, yet she dares to compare them to her genuine products.

Her vanity and sense of superiority rose, and she adopted a haughty attitude: "You don't even know the Lu family, yet you dare to walk around wearing counterfeit goods? You're just showing off."

Qin Zhao glanced down at her clothes. Qin Qiong had bought them all, and she didn't think Qin Qiong would buy counterfeit goods. The clothes were well-fitting and of good quality; even if they were fake, it wouldn't bother anyone else.

She didn't want to get entangled with Xia Zhirou, so she calmly offered a solution: "Do you want to call the police?" Xia Zhirou felt that this person in front of her was really shameless. Well, how could a poor person know the spending level of her social circle?

The phone rang at just the right moment. Xia Zhirou glanced at the screen and answered, "Mom."

"We're here. I just ran into some clueless pauper who got my clothes dirty." Xia Zhirou glanced at Qin Zhao, then looked away with disgust. "She doesn't even know the Lu family. She's wearing knock-off clothes and acted like she has no money. She even told me to call the police. What bad luck!"

"That's really bad luck. I told you not to go to places frequented by ordinary people; all sorts of people can be there." Lin Wanhua was also upset that her 3 yuan dress was ruined, but she managed to hold her temper and lectured, "Don't call the police. Have you forgotten what your mother taught you? Play the long game, don't lose big for small gains. Go find your uncle, but don't cause trouble. Otherwise, that woman might use your weakness against you and send you back."

"Okay," Xia Zhirou replied reluctantly, not forgetting to glare at Qin Zhao.

"Don't be angry. Just complain about being poor in front of your uncle. When you're shopping with that woman, try on a couple of outfits. As an elder, how could she not buy them for you?" Lin Wanhua advised shrewdly. "Even if you buy the whole set, let alone just one dress from the Lu family, she can't say anything."

"Be elegant, you must be elegant. Men don't like women who cause trouble or act recklessly," Lin Wanhua admonished. "You must be mindful of your image in front of your brother and uncle. You are a gentle, harmless, and understanding sister and niece. Do you understand?"

Under Lin Wanhua's gentle voice, Xia Zhirou's emotions gradually calmed down, and her voice softened: "I know, Mom."

Lin Wanhua was very satisfied. Her daughter was her most prized creation, a born socialite who would surely rise to prominence.

"You're going to visit your brother, so you must get along well with him."

"Don't worry, he's just a brainless idiot. Just praise him a bit and flatter him, and he'll do whatever you ask."

"You should keep this to yourself, but don't say it out loud," Lin Wanhua warned. "And be careful of that bastard child he found somewhere."

If it weren't for Qin Qiong's opposition to recognizing Zhirou, Zhirou could have become the eldest daughter of the Lin family.

"Didn't you say? He's just a country bumpkin you found in some backwater. What threat could he pose? Lin Shi has been talking about him for so long, he must hate that bastard to death too." Xia Zhirou didn't care at all. "I'll just whisper something in his ear and he'll bite like a dog. I won't even need to lift a finger."

Qin Zhao's eyelids twitched when she heard Lin Shi's name. Could the Lin Shi that Sister 3 described as being like a dog be the one she knew?
Is she a country bumpkin and a bastard?
……

No, maybe it's just a coincidence?
Qin Qiong had told her that she and Lin Zheng were both only children, so how could Lin Shi have any other sisters?

Lin Wanhua spoke with Xia Zhirou for a while before hanging up the phone.

With her mother's guidance, Xia Zhirou is now emotionally stable and has embraced her new identity as a socialite.

She glanced at Qin Zhao, put on her designer sunglasses, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Get lost, I won't bother with you."

"..."

Wearing high heels, she hurried to the roadside to hail a private car, completely unaware that a familiar Maybach stopped where the boy she had just looked down on for wearing counterfeit clothes was standing.

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