Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system-Chapter 750: A favor. Not a deal

"What?!"

Ling Qingyu made a shh gesture and looked around. The professor unconsciously mimicked her behavior.

Sure enough, staff and others were looking at both of them, though many weren’t Ling Qingyu’s concern.

"Are you telling the truth?" the professor asked in a soft tone.

He wasn’t sure why he lowered his voice either, but there must have been a reason Ling Qingyu spoke only with him.

"Of course. I’m not going back on my words. One hundred million," Ling Qingyu confirmed.

"That’s a huge sum and very generous of you to do so."

"It’s a small amount to contribute to medical research."

"That’s very uncanny of you to say," the professor chuckled nervously. "A million? USD?"

"Yep, one hundred million USD," Ling Qingyu nodded.

Based on Athena’s daily earnings, her other industries’ income, as well as the ample sums in her bank account, a hundred million wasn’t much, even in dollars.

"I really can’t figure out what words to use to express my gratitude. Your donation will help a lot of people."

"Just a favor will do."

"Naturally, that’s the minimum request our donor can make." The professor didn’t doubt at all that Ling Qingyu was cutting a big slice.

Ling Qingyu’s presentations and her subordinates’ appearances had already compiled a mysterious capitalist image in his mind.

"I hope my sisters are treated well and with respect. I don’t like to hear any smearings against them—not even the slightest—especially within your department."

"Ai-ya, Ms. Ling. Your wish is actually redundant. Who would dare smear the girls under my watch? They’re like my daughters at my age. I’m very protective of our own."

"I’m relieved to hear your assurance," Ling Qingyu replied noncommittally. Though she acknowledged that most seniors showed care for their juniors, there still existed a term called most.

She wasn’t going to trust someone based solely on words, even if she knew they might be true. But giving the professor the benefit of the doubt didn’t cost much.

Who knew for certain whether the professors intended to treat her confidantes as juniors with care? Anyway, with money, Ling Qingyu easily obtained double assurance, guaranteed by direct force—her girls.

They were what Ling Qingyu relied on all those times, in addition to her lovely daughter.

Only she could bully her girls.

"Excuse me, Ms. Ling, is something bothering you?" the professor asked with suspicion.

"Sorry, I’m figuring out my words." Ling Qingyu cleared her throat and responded. Her experience and skills were upgraded to the max; she no longer required her innate thick skin to cover up lies.

"It’s alright. I understand, and sometimes envy them for being your friend," the professor said.

"Sisters rather than friends," Ling Qingyu corrected.

"Oh, forgive my face blindness. I didn’t know you were related. I thought Eastern culture placed the surname first."

"You’re correct, Professor. But bloodline doesn’t equate to a close relationship," Ling Qingyu mumbled.

"I understand." The professor’s expression turned hesitant. "Is that all your demands, Ms. Ling? I’d feel uneasy if you don’t list everything."

In fact, Ling Qingyu hadn’t put much thought into it when she spent a hundred million dollars.

In her eyes, real wealth was something immeasurable—something everyone possessed but couldn’t apply properly, lacking guidance, connections, and opportunity.

In response to the professor’s uneasiness, Ling Qingyu developed a headache, calculating appropriate demands that wouldn’t affect Mo Yunxi’s and Yin Jingfei’s reputation and welfare while they studied.

"Then, I’ll be impolite," Ling Qingyu said after a short pause. "I hope your department and personnel will provide guidance and data for the future of humanity’s health development to the affiliated group under mine."

"It’s an unspoken obligation to fulfill the best for our donor," the professor nodded, accepting the small terms.

After all, Ling Qingyu didn’t resort to demanding complete ownership of the research results, and whether the research would succeed remained unanswered.

By comparison, the professor felt his team was profiting from Ling Qingyu’s generosity, and he had to trust his intuition that Ms. Ling truly didn’t care about their research at all.

Nonetheless, he earned a lot tonight—securing a future colleague and financial support to sustain the research long-term.

"Worry not, Professor," Ling Qingyu said. "I assure you, the organization that might require your help in the future belongs to the medicinal institution. I assume you’ve heard of the infamous Medicine Island."

The professor couldn’t believe what he heard. The famous island—the epitome of the medicinal institution—where top research was conducted with ample funding.

Though the institution served the wealthy elite circle, the achievements and inspiration it had brought to civilization were uncountable.

Not to mention its contributions to society from broader perspectives, leading technological advances and saving lives.

Such an institution was owned by the lady before his eyes? He must have misheard.

Ling Qingyu listed a few research topics and intrigued the old professor. The flattery turned into academic exchange.

Fortunately, the professor understood Ling Qingyu’s specialty and didn’t cause any embarrassment.

Even if he did so unconsciously, Ling Qingyu wasn’t petty enough to hold grudges. She always accepted and acknowledged her weaknesses and strengths.

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"Of course, there is an important catch," Ling Qingyu remembered her intention. "The two of them mustn’t be aware of my actions, not even our conversation."

"That’s impossible, right?" The professor nearly scratched his scalp at the strange demand. "Sooner or later, they would find out. And it’s not like there’s no one who saw us chatting."

"For the donation, it’s best not to let them know," Ling Qingyu chuckled. "At least for now. As long as they don’t know until I leave the country. Otherwise, I’m not sure my ears can withstand their quibbling."

He hoped they could quibble more and bring in more investment, the professor thought. "That’s all?"

Given the amount, Ling Qingyu’s demand was far too low. His guilt heightened when he realized the group was taking advantage of this woman.

Not to mention, he had also connected with her and gained the opportunity to communicate further with the famous Medicine Island. The facilities and equipment there would provide immense help if needed.

Even though not many knew of the island’s existence, the academic circle—especially in medicine and health—was aware.

"I never make a loss in investment during my business ventures," Ling Qingyu replied with a knowing smile.

However, her behavior caused the professor to doubt his decision and wonder if he had missed anything. In front of a real capitalist with deep calculations, he admitted his powerlessness.

Unaware that someone had gained an extra worry because of her smile, Ling Qingyu returned to the table to join the dinner party.

Mo Yunxi hopped out of her chair, leaned close to her, and murmured an inquiry. "What did you talk about? You didn’t harass my professor, did you?"

Ling Qingyu rolled her eyes and replied, "Just a few questions and some hidden news to prepare for my business here."

"Do you think I will believe your words?" Mo Yunxi pressed her palm against Ling Qingyu’s shoulder.

"I never lie to my dearest," Ling Qingyu angled her chin and stared the doctor in the eyes.

Mo Yunxi blushed at her directness. The gentle gaze on her pupils somehow caused her heart to race. Strangeness seeped into her soul. After a quick thought, she retorted, "You just left out some information."

Ling Qingyu giggled at the beautiful doctor’s reaction and marveled at the wonder. Plus one toward achieving her ultimate goal.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Alright, Ms. Doctor, I assure you—you’ll find out soon. It’s a secret," Ling Qingyu said, patting Mo Yunxi’s wrist.

Doctor Mo glanced at the professor and discovered he was suffering the same treatment as Ling Qingyu.

All she witnessed was a shaking of the head. When both displayed refusal to disclose any information, her curiosity hardened.

Of course, Ling Qingyu noticed the atmosphere and sighed. She hoped that by the time Mo Yunxi found out, she would be busy with other affairs to care.

Perhaps she might even be able to tell the professor that despite the majority of the reason owing to the doctor-and-nurse pair, profit still mattered more—and her final real goal was the data, split thirty percent to her sisters and seventy percent to capital.

On the contrary, she didn’t care in the slightest about profits or return on investment at all. Only Mo Yunxi and Yin Jingfei, who had seen through her psychology, would understand her actions.

Dinner time passed quickly. The relationship warmed so much that even Yin Jingfei interacted seamlessly within the group.

As a nurse, her social skills were at their peak. What she lacked merely lay in identity and the possibility of an inferiority complex, so Ling Qingyu provided the strongest backing to nip them in the bud.

Sure enough, the research team showed no dissatisfaction at all toward the additional parachuted member. None of the signs observed by Athena through online monitoring and surveillance prior to arriving in Country A appeared.

Wealth and power—always the ultimate tools.