"Cousin, that Dragon Blood Resin was something you went to great lengths to find abroad, and you're just handing it over to him like that?"

Watching Qin Chuan walking away with the Dragon Blood Resin, Li Qinyi was quite displeased.

Jiang Banxia glanced at her private secretary, who was also her busty young cousin, and revealed a meaningful expression.

At this moment, the old woman who had been silently hiding on the side finally stepped forward.

Seeing the old woman, Li Qinyi couldn't help but complain, "Qiupo, you tell me what's right..."

The old woman, Qiupo, smiled, and the wrinkles on her face suddenly piled together, giving an eerie and terrifying vibe, making her smile worse than crying.

"Qinyi, the young lady is investing," Qiupo interrupted with a knowing smile.

"Investing? In what? Investing in Qin Chuan?" Li Qinyi was puzzled.

Qiupo nodded, "Qin Chuan is quite extraordinary. At such a young age, his medical skills are astonishing and his martial arts have reached an expert level. At his age, he's already considered a master of both medicine and martial arts. Investing in someone like him will definitely bring returns beyond your imagination in the future."

"Learn a bit, young girl." Jiang Banxia tapped Li Qinyi's forehead as if trying to knock some sense into her.

When there were no outsiders present, Jiang Banxia had no airs of a female CEO.

Li Qinyi seemed accustomed to her style change and wasn't surprised. Instead, she grumbled with some dissatisfaction, "Is he really as mystical as you say?"

"Figure it out yourself. I'm going to finish reading my comic book; it's getting to the climax."

Jiang Banxia chuckled lightly, turned back to her room, resumed her lazy posture, and picked up the comic book, reading it with relish.

Qin Chuan, meanwhile, was taking the Dragon Blood Resin and heading to Tongde Hall.

Today's mission was to refine the Yang Gathering Pill.

The previous Yang Gathering Pill, despite its price increase, still couldn't meet the demand.

Furthermore, due to the price increase, those purchasing the Yang Gathering Pill recently were mostly well-known individuals in Jiangcheng.

Tongde Hall's sales had also soared, more than doubling the normal profit.

Nobody was happier than the old man Jiang.

Despite his obsession with medicine, he cared little for money.

However, developing medical skills and training apprentices couldn't be done without funds.

He felt the smartest decision he's made so far in this life was befriending Qin Chuan.

Now, everyone in Tongde Hall wanted to treat Qin Chuan as the God of Wealth.

"Mr. Qin, here's the 9.1 million from the last sale of the Yang Gathering Pills." The old man Jiang handed the bank card to Qin Chuan with great respect.

The last time, Qin Chuan refined seven batches, each batch containing ten pills, and each pill selling for 150,000, with Qin Chuan taking 130,000.

Including the remaining two million from last time, Qin Chuan had a total of 11.1 million on hand, a massive fortune for someone who grew up in the countryside.

With this money, his cultivation could reach new heights, and he could provide a better life for the women around him.

He thought of buying Aunt Mei a car, so he should also take the opportunity to learn driving and buy one for himself.

Jian Ya had already been given a million, which should cover her needs for now.

As for Su Qian, the girl had moved out on her own and lost her income source, so she would need some money for security.

Regarding Xixi, he'd buy her a few dresses; she looked the best in skirts.

The remaining money would be for buying herbs to enhance his cultivation.

Qin Chuan contemplated his spending options, finally savoring the feeling of being wealthy.

At this moment, he was full of motivation, ready to start refining the pills immediately.

As for refining the Dragon Blood Resin, he couldn't rush it. Qin Chuan planned to wait until he finished Dual Cultivation with Ye Wenxi tonight before proceeding, to maximize the value of the Dragon Blood Resin.

Later, the old man Jiang arranged a separate room for Qin Chuan to boil the medicine.

He specially vacated a reception room and made a few simple modifications, turning it into Qin Chuan's exclusive boiling room.

He even hung a sign at the door: "For Mr. Qin's exclusive use."

Qin Chuan was very pleased with the old man's arrangements and took the seven sets of Yang Gathering Pill ingredients and went inside.

A few hours passed quickly.

When the door was reopened, the slightly tired Qin Chuan appeared in front of the old man Jiang with seventy Yang Gathering Pills in hand, "Thanks for your hard work, old man Jiang."

"Mr. Qin, please don't say that. Having you here is a blessing for Tongde Hall." The old man Jiang accepted the Yang Gathering Pill, his smile as wide as it could be.

Having had the experience from last time, the old man Jiang had already arranged for a car to pick up and drop off Qin Chuan.

The driver was his most trusted granddaughter: Wen Yaxin.

Seeing Wen Yaxin's red Audi A4, Qin Chuan couldn't help but smile slightly.

He could more or less understand the old man's intention.

It was simply an attempt to further relations between the two families by creating opportunities for them to be alone.

However, Qin Chuan found it a bit awkward.

Fortunately, Wen Yaxin seemed to be in low spirits today, expressionless, eyes slightly red as if she had cried not long ago.

Concerning her private affairs, Qin Chuan didn't ask much and obediently sat in the passenger seat.

This time, Wen Yaxin didn't make any detours and directly sent Qin Chuan downstairs.

"Qin Chuan..."

As he was about to get out of the car, Wen Yaxin spoke her first words, "Do you have time? Accompany me for a drink."

Her tone was almost pleading, her emotions seemed somewhat unstable.

Qin Chuan hesitated for a moment, but finally fastened his seatbelt again, "Let's go."

"Thank you."

Wen Yaxin relaxed completely, then drove Qin Chuan to a quiet bar.

It was not even five in the afternoon, and the bar had few customers. In fact, it had just opened, and the tables and chairs weren't even set up yet.

"Two Long Island Iced Teas."

Wen Yaxin was evidently a regular, gesturing to the bartender for drinks immediately.

Soon, two Long Island Iced Teas were placed in front of them.

This was Qin Chuan's first taste of cocktails, sweet as juice with little hint of alcohol.

As he was savoring the cocktail, he turned to find Wen Yaxin's glass empty, "Mix me another one, more alcohol."

Seeing her like this, Qin Chuan silently prepared himself to take her home.

And with a glass of Long Island Iced Tea, Wen Yaxin's words became more frequent, "Qin Chuan, do you also believe that girls who hang out at bars aren't good girls?"

"I only know that good girls generally don't hang out at bars," Qin Chuan said bluntly.

Occasionally going to a bar is fine, but continuously hanging out in bars is problematic.

Regular girls wouldn't spend all their time at bars.

"You really are a guide, clueless about comforting people."

Wen Yaxin took a new Long Island Iced Tea and drank it quickly, speaking with a trace of a sobbing tone, "But what does hanging out at bars have to do with them? Why do they gossip, why..."

After hearing the details, Qin Chuan understood she had been the target of false rumors by her classmates at school.

They accused her of spending every night with different men and claimed she was already ruined by men.

Some even falsely claimed to have slept with her, describing scandalous behavior in bed.

Wen Yaxin had faced such incidents before, back in high school.

But this time, the situation had exploded, affecting the school.

As the victim, she was ordered to suspend her studies by the school.

"They didn't even investigate and directly convicted me. Why, what gives them the right?"

Faced with injustice, Wen Yaxin's nose tingled as tears of grievance rolled down her cheeks.

Qin Chuan felt helpless.

Public opinion is difficult to counteract unless the person who started the rumors can be found.

But with about thirty thousand students at Jiangcheng Communication University, finding the one rat spreading lies was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

"Why don't you say anything—do you also think I deserve it, feel I'm what they say, a cheap woman?" Wen Yaxin's stubborn eyes stared at Qin Chuan.

"I don't think so, and I won't think so. I'm just considering..."

Qin Chuan tried to explain, but Wen Yaxin cut him off, "Then why wouldn't you sleep with me? I was naked right in front of you, yet you wouldn't touch me. Do you find me dirty, perhaps?"

Faced with her question, Qin Chuan quickly denied it.

But Wen Yaxin refused to listen. She grabbed him and led him to the hotel next door, slapped her ID down, and booked a room, "Since you say you don't find me dirty, prove it to me with action!"

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