Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Because of an inappropriate X installed in an inappropriate place, Lin Ting was almost forced to accept a donation from a kind aunt for her medical expenses.

“Yingzi, look, your scream almost killed me.”

By the roadside, Lin Ting was munching on a candied hawthorn she had swindled from Zheng Miaoying, while glancing at her with a mournful look.

Zheng Miaoying smiled awkwardly, rubbing her red eyes and whispering, "I...I'll try not to cry in the future..."

“No,” Lin Ting looked at her seriously, “If you cry again, I’ll sew your eyes shut, or I’ll break off all ties with you.”

Yingzi was instantly terrified and raised her hand to the sky, swearing, "I promise I'll never cry again! Listen to me, please don't break up with me, okay?"

Lin Ting: "...?"

Isn't it scarier to sew eyes shut?

she……

Forget it, who can be hard-hearted towards a pushover?

Lin Ting sighed softly, finally remembering the real reason she came to the hospital today: "By the way, I came to tell you that Chen Jun has gone back to his hometown and shouldn't be bothering you for a while."

Zheng Miaoying was stunned.

She opened her mouth, but after a long while, she finally managed to ask, "Why...why is he going back to his hometown?"

"Huh? You don't know?" Lin Ting's eyes sparkled. "Then I don't know if I should tell you..."

Unsure whether she should say it or not, Lin Ting recounted in great detail how Chen Jun kicked down her door that night, how he publicly questioned her about what shameful things she and Zheng Miaoying had done, and why Chen's father was transferred from the city hospital... She described everything clearly.

Zheng Miaoying was dumbfounded.

She stared blankly at Lin Ting for a long while before whispering, "He...he seems...not the same Chen Jun I know..."

"You can't tell a person's true colors in normal times, but you can only tell what's real and what's fake when something happens." Lin Ting patted her shoulder and continued with a wry smile, "Otherwise, my mom wouldn't have been in such a hurry to send me to Shanghai... Never mind, I won't say anymore."

Zheng Miaoying felt very guilty. She looked at Lin Ting and whispered, "Tingting, I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this..."

"It's nothing," Lin Ting waved his hand casually and asked her, "What do you plan to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Chen Jun."

"I-I don't know..."

Zheng Miaoying pursed her lips, her eyes slightly moist. She looked up at the clear sky after the snow, lost in thought.

"Don't think about it if you don't know," Lin Ting said, biting off the last hawthorn and speaking somewhat indistinctly. "Auntie is the most important person, right?"

Lin Ting didn't think that one or two arguments could cure Yingzi's love-struck mind.

This is a terminal illness; it's not something that can be cured so easily.

"Correct!"

Zheng Miaoying clenched her fists and nodded vigorously.

“I’m all my mom has left, so I have to take good care of her.”

……

Yingzi said she would take good care of her mother, and she truly kept her word.

Throughout the entire winter vacation, including the Spring Festival, she stayed by her mother's side without leaving her for a moment. She did not go to Chen Jun, nor did she even make a phone call or write a letter to him.

For the first few days, she felt empty inside, constantly thinking about him uncontrollably, wondering what he was doing, what he was thinking, and whether he was also missing her like she was...

Later, Lin Ting dragged her to buy New Year's goods and gave her a copy of Marxist philosophy that he had found at a secondhand bookstore.

Yingzi really liked the gift her best friend gave her, and studied it day and night—

She felt even emptier than before, and her thoughts kept drifting uncontrollably to dialectical materialism. She didn't even want to go out anymore, let alone talk about Chen Jun.

……

Lin Ting, of course, had no idea that a book on Marxist philosophy could have such a great impact; she was fully enjoying the New Year.

She hasn't spent Chinese New Year with her parents for eight years.

Although the time and identity have changed, Lin Ting is still willing to believe that they are still themselves.

Throughout the New Year, Lin Ting was exceptionally well-behaved. She went to bed early and woke up early without lingering in bed, didn't mind relatives visiting, voluntarily handed over her New Year's money, and always remembered to ask her parents before opening a whole case of milk.

Terrified, Lin's mother thought she had committed a serious crime and interrogated her for three days and three nights.

If Lin Ting's period hadn't arrived on time, her mother probably would have taken her for a blood test.

……

This New Year is destined to be extraordinary, especially in Shanghai.

Sales of subscription certificates were bleak for three-quarters of the entire sales period, until a few days before the sales deadline, when news began to leak out—

If the cost of the warrants is included in the cost of the stock, then there is a profit.

Of course, the original message was very long, with all sorts of data analysis presented, and if you didn't recognize a few words, you wouldn't understand what they were saying.

Such messages, unsuitable for widespread dissemination, are destined to be eliminated by the news market, ultimately leaving only five words:

Subscription certificates, huge profits.

In an instant, countless people flocked to the area with their bankbooks.

This includes aunties selling sweet soup, uncles doing odd jobs, primary school teachers, factory workers... They may have never bought a stock before, but none of them want to miss this opportunity to "make a fortune".

Later, when the bank stopped selling, some people started trying to buy them from others.

At the start of the new year, the subscription certificate, originally priced at 30 yuan, has been speculated to be priced at 200 yuan, and a set would be even more expensive.

Of course, this is the actual transaction price; the market price for a complete set is around 18,000.

Jiang family.

Mr. Jiang is very happy this year.

He didn't even force Jiang Zong to help him greet the guests, letting him hide in the room by himself.

His only request to Jiang Zong was: "Make a phone call to classmate Lin."

Mr. Jiang was somewhat interested in Lin Ting.

He dared to buy the earliest batch of subscription certificates because he had a whole team to analyze the stock market.

He didn't know if Lin Ting had a powerful family member or if she herself had such insight.

He was willing to befriend her, no matter which one it was.

Jiang Zong: "No."

No number.

"Doesn't she have a phone?" Mr. Jiang asked patiently.

Jiang Zong: "..."

I don't know, I didn't ask, and I'm too lazy to say.

Mr. Jiang frowned for the first time since the New Year, but he said nothing.

Since he didn't say anything, Jiang Zong naturally wouldn't ask.

He drew a circle on the calendar in his room.

If he draws ten more, he can leave here and go back to school.

Just before he was about to embark on his journey home after enduring ten days and nights, Jiang's father came again.

He handed a suitcase to Jiang Zong and said, "This suitcase contains a gift for Lin. Please take it to her and convey my gratitude."

Jiang Zong: "...?"

Seeing the confusion in his son's eyes, Mr. Jiang smiled and said, "If I hadn't run into Lin that day, I probably would have only bought a thousand subscription certificates. Remember to make things clear and invite her to come over to visit sometime."

Jiang Zong: "Okay."

Mr. Jiang was used to his reaction and didn't care much. He only said, "Don't forget to apologize to your mother before you leave."

Jiang Zong: "...?"

"You made her cry all New Year's Eve, you can't just leave her like that, can you?"

"..."

Jiang Zongyi left.

The woman cried as she pleased.

She's not his biological mother.