Villain: Starting as a Corrupt Tycoon's Wife

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[Special]: Fortune and misfortune are intertwined (Blue)

[Identity]: Supporting female character in "My School Beauty Goddess"

Good fortune and misfortune are intertwined: misfortune may be the foundation of good fortune, and good fortune may be the harbinger of misfortune. In times of crisis, one will encounter benefactors who will lend a helping hand.

My favorability rating has decreased.

Ling Yun initially gave her a very good first impression, with an initial favorability rating of over 70. However, after Dean Luo said those words, her opinion plummeted and is still dropping.

Judging from the other person's appearance, they must have mistaken him for one of those playboys.

Ling Yun glanced at Luo Kai, who immediately got up and left, leaving only the three of them in the office.

Seeing Bai Ning's alarmed expression, Ling Yun smiled and said, "Auntie, Bai Xin and I are classmates. I found out about this by chance and just wanted to help. You won't blame me for taking it upon myself, will you?"

Bai Ning turned to look at her daughter: "Xin Xin, is Chairman Ling really your classmate?"

Now that things had come to this, Bai Xin didn't want to keep it a secret any longer, and was even more afraid that her mother would misunderstand Ling Yun, so she leaned close to her mother's ear and told her the truth.

After listening, Bai Ning's expression was quite interesting, and then she looked at Ling Yun again.

Seeing that his favorability rating had rebounded, Ling Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry, Chairman Ling, I misunderstood before." Bai Ning said somewhat embarrassedly, "Xin Xin is really something, only telling me about something so important now."

"It's all my fault, I should have been honest with you sooner..."

After exchanging only a few words with Ling Yun, Bai Ning's favorability rating quickly surpassed 80, reaching the stage of admiration.

This stage is the most difficult to break through. Once you pass 90, you're deeply in love and can engage in a spiritual and physical connection. However, a veil often blocks further development.

As they chatted, Bai Ning found Ling Yun increasingly pleasing to the eye, much like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law.

Bai Xin had told her before that she had a crush on a boy, and it was she who encouraged her daughter to bravely pursue love. She didn't have much time left and was afraid that she wouldn't see her daughter's happiness before she passed away.

Luo Kai waited outside for a while, and when he heard the door inside open, he consciously stepped aside.

"Dean Luo, I'll see Aunt Bai and the others off first. We'll talk later."

"Hey, please go ahead!"

Despite saying that, Luo Kai still escorted the group to the elevator. After watching them go down, he took out his phone and contacted his uncle to see if he could find the old doctor's contact information.

He was a shrewd person, so he could naturally see the relationship between the young Chairman Ling and that girl. Didn't you see how much the pretty girl's eyes were practically glued to him?

If he couldn't even see this, he probably wouldn't even be a department head by now.

If I can cure Mr. Ling's mother-in-law, then I can rest easy after retirement.

Despite Bai Ning's repeated refusals, Ling Yun still escorted them to their apartment building.

As she was leaving, Bai Ning noticed her daughter looking back every few steps, and felt both amused and a little envious.

It's so good to be young, you can pursue your happiness without any worries, unlike me, with half my body buried in the ground, not knowing how long I can live.

No one knows a daughter better than her mother. Bai Ning could tell that her daughter had fallen deeply in love, and was hopelessly so.

When they got home, Bai Ning gently nudged Bai Xin, who still had a smile on her face.

"Xin Xin, there's a question I've been too embarrassed to ask."

"Huh, what's wrong?"

"Didn't you say that Xiao Ling comes from an ordinary family? How did she become Chairman Ling?"

Bai Xin was also somewhat troubled: "I don't know either. On the day I confessed my feelings, I called you, and that Assistant Director Xu from the group came to see Ling Yun..."

Bai Ning seemed lost in thought upon hearing the news of Ling Leishan's death.

The ending was good in the end. She wasn't a materialistic person, but the cost of living in the capital was high. She was worried that her daughter's future life would be difficult, but now it seems that she had worried for nothing.

Men with money tend to go bad, especially when they're this rich.

She pulled Bai Xin aside and gave her some instructions.

"It's okay, as long as he has me in his heart."

"Silly girl!" Bai Ning tapped her forehead. "A rich man like Ling Yun is bound to have no shortage of beautiful girls around him. You need to keep a close eye on him and not give anyone else a chance!"

Unexpectedly, Bai Xin said something that completely surprised her.

"Mom, there are more women than men now, and the country allows polygamy legally. You're going against the policy!"

"You brat, I was just trying to be helpful, and you're blaming me instead!"

Bai Ning pretended to roll up her sleeves, and the girl immediately ran towards her room with a smile.

Chapter 12 Meng Hao Wants to Shop on Taobao

Lingyun hadn't even left the residential area when Xu Xuan sent her a message.

Meng Hao has a new move!

After winning 30 last night, he finally decided to go out.

Ling Yun instructed Xu Xuan to have someone keep an eye on Meng Hao's every move. Xu Xuan was extremely efficient and arranged for a bodyguard to enter the school that very night under the guise of a regular dormitory supervisor. He also bribed an insider to plant a listening device under Meng Hao's bed.

The bodyguard listened for most of the day and finally overheard the crucial information.

Meng Hao wants to shop on Taobao!

He knew that it was unrealistic for him to multiply his 30 yuan several times through stock trading or other methods. Having just won money, he was still in a state of enlightenment and did not think about gambling again.

After much thought, he decided to go to the antique market to find some bargains.

With his good luck, he might just hit the jackpot, turning 30 into millions!

It was still early, and there weren't many vendors at the antique market yet, so Meng Hao didn't move. Around 8 o'clock, the chosen protagonist set off with his bag.

"Hey Meng, where are you going?" His roommate, busy playing games, called out when he saw him leave.

"I have something to do outside, I might be back very late."

"That's it."

His roommate scratched his head and stared at him expectantly.

"Alright, alright, I'll bring you some midnight snacks when I get back."

"Is it really so, Godfather!"

"Is it true, Godfather?"

"Godfather, don't forget me!"

The other roommates also poked their heads out of their beds.

"Nonsense, you all call me godfather, how could I not take you? Just wait and see!"

Meng Hao left in a huff, but no sooner had he left than one of his "adopted sons" sent a text message to the new dormitory manager.

"He went out."

The news quickly reached Ling Yun. He wiped his mouth, said something to Ling Shuang across from him, and got up to leave.

Ling Shuang invited him to dinner tonight, and the two had a very pleasant conversation.

When Xiang Yao found out, she was so angry that her mouth twisted in disbelief. However, when she thought about what would happen in a few days, she couldn't help but hum softly and soaked in the bath a little longer.

Watching Ling Yun's retreating figure, a faint smile bloomed on Ling Shuang's icy face.

This guy just left like that.

Her favorability towards Lingyun is stuck at 79. If Lingyun works hard, he might be able to raise it to 80 tonight.

However, Ling Yun's current focus is on Meng Hao.

This antique street has been around for a long time. Usually, the people who come here are retired old men who have some spare money and always dream of striking it rich overnight.

These people are completely immersed in their own world, and you can't reason with them.

One item in the Forbidden City is mine; the one in the Forbidden City is fake, and mine is real!

New? I think you're the new one!

In fact, Meng Hao had wanted to try his luck for a long time, but unfortunately even a fake "antique" would cost several thousand yuan here, and he didn't have that kind of start-up capital.

To avoid attracting too much attention, Meng Hao took a taxi to a street next to the antique market and then walked over.

There were quite a few people around at the time, and most of them were browsing the stalls selling retro goods, looking for old-fashioned cameras and phonographs.

Meng Hao wandered around inside and finally came to an antique stall.

The stall owner was an old man with only a few teeth. When he saw a young man come over, he said with a smile, "Little friend, take a look, these are all good stuff!"

Meng Hao squatted down. He didn't recognize any antiques, so he tried them one by one, taking away whichever one he felt a connection with.

Seeing that he had touched everything but showed no intention of buying anything, the old man got impatient.

"Hey, kid, don't touch things if you're not buying them! My stuff is a treasure at international exhibitions, don't break it!"

"You mean this?"

Meng Hao pointed at the Mona Lisa in front of him: "Hey sir, aren't you just blatantly lying?"

"You know nothing!" the old man yelled. "The one in the French Museum is a fake. This is the real thing I got through connections..."

Meng Hao rolled his eyes. He didn't like any of these things and left, feeling bored.

The old man angrily rearranged his things, and when he looked up, he saw a handsome young man.

The young man exuded an air of nobility from head to toe, which immediately made him beam with joy: "Young master, would you like to take a look at the antiques?"

"Ah."

Ling Yun gave a curt reply and glanced down at the object.

He lacked the ability to appraise antiques, but he possessed the "eye of insight," which allowed him to clearly discern even the age of items.

[Rough Oil Painting]: A clumsy imitation with no sincerity, from last week.

Except for the old man, everything else at this stall is new. Some items even dare to sell for six figures; they're really obsessed with making money.

He left as well, leaving only the old man with a resentful expression.

Meng Hao spent half a day browsing the antique market but didn't find anything worth buying.

Damn it, does this mean there's nothing real left in the market?

He kicked a pebble on the ground and followed its trajectory to a middle-aged man's stall.

That man was completely different from the other stall owners. He didn't actively call out his wares, and he didn't entertain customers. He just stared at people with his sharp eyes, scaring away several people who wanted to look.

There is a play!

He walked over and squatted down in front of the stall; almost every item resonated with him.

Damn, they're all good stuff!

However, the prices at this stall were outrageously high, and he could only afford no more than three.

There were about ten items, the most expensive of which was priced at 3 million. I really don't know if the other party is so carefree as to not be afraid of being stolen, or if they have the ability to protect themselves.

"Uncle, why are your things so expensive?"

"If you think it's too expensive, you can get lost."

The man's words left Meng Hao speechless.

If the other stalls hadn't all been selling counterfeit goods, Meng Hao would have definitely run away in anger.

He frowned, glanced at the man, and felt an invisible intimidation emanating from him.

Musha!

Meng Hao's eyes lit up. The other party was definitely not an ordinary person, but a master hidden in the city!

If that's the case, then the items on his stall are even more credible. A martial arts master wouldn't be so idle as to come to an antique market to cheat and swindle.

He patiently examined the slightly cheaper items, but his gaze was fixed on the jade pendant priced at 3 million.

The moment he picked up the jade pendant, a feeling of blood merging with his own made him tremble, further strengthening his determination to buy it.

"Uncle, I want this. Can you tell me the price?"

He doesn't know any bargaining skills, nor does he know how to hide his preferences. If it were any other stall owner, they would have ripped him off.