Zhao Jia counted the money in her hand, a mere fifteen hundred yuan. She regarded it with disdain. This sum would cover just over a month's expenses for her.
To the classmates, Zhao Jia appeared to come from a wealthy family, enjoying a comfortable lifestyle, but in truth, these luxuries were provided by Qin Churou. Zhao Jia's ingratiation towards Qin Churou stemmed from her perception of Qin as a rich benefactor who could offer financial assistance.
In Zhao Jia's eyes, Qin Churou was simply a naive person with an abundance of money, who, because of her wealth, was surrounded by flattery and thus, thought herself to be exceptionally superior.
Zhao Jia secured the money and started heading back. She vaguely heard some voices nearby and paused her steps. Approaching the source of the noise, she spotted Qin Sheng seated on the grass. Qin Sheng was positioned close enough to overhear Zhao Jia's disingenuous conversation with her mother.
