Zhan Qipei Investigates Qiao Jing

Hearing this, Qiao Jing's eyes revealed obvious disdain.

"Lou Xinrou, I really look down on you! For the sake of a man, you have put down all your pride and manners, and turned into a shrew who curses and swears."

"W-what did you say?" Lou Xinrou looked at Qiao Jing in embarrassment.

"Isn't that so?" Qiao Jing's voice sounded weary. "Your grandfather is the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, and your second uncle is the supervisor of the research institute. He has made considerable contributions to the research institute. As for you, as the Young Miss of the Lou Family, you lose character to pursue the love of your life! Is your value in existence just to be a good wife for a man and give birth to his children?! Can't you be like your second uncle and your grandfather, displaying your true value and becoming a useful talent?!"

Qiao Jing's words were sonorous and forceful.

Hearing this, Lou Xinrou's mouth opened wide, not knowing what to say for a long time.

"Why you, you're just a janitor. What right do you have to lecture me?"

"Are you looking down on janitors? Without their contributions, would our city be so clean? Janitors create their own value through their own hard work. As for you, Lou Xinrou, the only reason why you have such a good life now is that you were born better than them. Have you put in as much hard work as them? In my opinion, you can't even compare to a janitor!"

Although Qiao Jing's words were unpleasant to Lou Xinrou's ears, they did make sense, and she was especially familiar with them.

She came from a scholarly family. When she was very young, her grandfather and her father had taught her many great principles.

That tone of speaking was exactly the same as Qiao Jing.

Thinking of this, Lou Xinrou suddenly felt a little smaller.

"Think about it." As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Jing made a move to close the door.

"Wait a minute." Lou Xinrou leaned against the door, "What's your relationship with Brother Pei. Is there really nothing between you two?"

Qiao Jing frowned, as if her patience had run out.

"You have to be clear about two things. First, why do you like Zhan Qipei? It couldn't be purely because of his family background or his appearance. It is more because of his own excellence that you were attracted to him. Similarly, outstanding people would attract outstanding people. If you wanted Zhan Qipei's attention, you have to be outstanding enough. Just like how he attracted you, you should work hard to be attractive."

It made sense!

Lou Xinrou carefully considered Qiao Jing's words in her heart. She used to dress up to attract Zhan Qipei. Now that she thought about it, if Zhan Qipei was really attracted to her because of her success on the surface, then that would make him very shallow, wouldn't it?

No wonder Zhan Qipei didn't like her.

"Secondly." Qiao Jing's expression suddenly turned cold. "It's none of your business whether there's anything between me and him, and I don't owe you any explanations!"

Qiao Jing wasted no time and promptly closed the door, not giving Lou Xinrou any chance to further bother her. Lou Xinrou stood there, frustrated, feeling like she was about to explode with anger.

Her mind was racing with conflicting emotions, but deep down, she knew that Qiao Jing's words held some truth. 

She had made a resolution to take the postgraduate entrance exam and pursue a PhD. 

In the past, she had studied medicine with hopes to help Zhan Qipei with his infertility, but the subject proved too challenging, leading her to give up. 

This time, she was determined to work hard, excel in her chosen field, and become someone remarkable enough to attract Zhan Qipei's attention.

Three days passed, and Zhan Qipei sat on the sofa, seemingly troubled. Tang Yan called him, but the news was disheartening.

"There's no clue at all," Tang Yan reported.

Zhan Qipei's headache only intensified as he listened to Tang Yan's words. "I've investigated every channel I could. I even asked Young Master Lu, but there's no lead."

Tang Yan hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to ask, "Boss, I've always wanted to ask... did you drink too much? Were you hallucinating?"

With a hint of sarcasm, Zhan Qipei retorted, "If I hallucinate again, will my pants disappear?!"

Just as he said this, Qiao Jing walked out of her room.