Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system-Chapter 751: Draft for now

After seeing off the university entourage, Ling Qingyu noticed Sister Mo and Sister Yin heave a huge sigh of relief.

Although they would work together in the coming years, haggling conversations among academics brought pressure, particularly for Yin Jingfei, who was merely a nurse and making up the numbers.

She did gain a lot from speaking with everyone, but compared to Doctor Mo, who was prepared and understood the general direction of the research, she still had so much to follow up on.

Adding these matters to her must-do list, Yin Jingfei expressed both joy and sadness toward the upcoming busy work. Joyful because she had secured an opportunity to learn further and develop her career.

Sadness because nobody liked returning to the early days of non-stop studying and preparing for examinations.

In contrast, Mo Yunxi was stressed about how Ling Qingyu interacted with her mentors. Noting Ling Qingyu’s nonchalant manner with the elders, Mo Yunxi grew anxious, worrying about possible displeasure from the mentors.

Sometimes, a few academicians adhered strictly to seniority rules, particularly those from past generations who were used to respecting and fearing authority due to tradition and established norms.

While most supported the idea of meritocracy and claimed to respect anyone with contributions, how many actually did so, unwilling to break the unspoken rules that might jeopardize the hidden power they wielded?

Likewise, these people viewed confident individuals who took initiative without the slightest apprehension or fear, and with minimal outward respect, as nuisances. This had become the ultimate barrier between generations half a century apart and the newest ones, as the former could not understand why juniors showed "no respect," whereas the juniors felt they were being taken advantage of and ostracized for no reason, since respect had always been present.

In fact, respect was never taken for granted but earned through actions. It would be incorrect to assume automatic authority and respect simply by being older and more experienced.

Basic respect had always existed beforehand in every human being, but whether more was secured and elevated depended on the authority’s actions afterward.

Doctor Mo observed Ling Qingyu’s entire interaction to be relaxed and laid-back. Who knew whether her sister’s behavior might draw some dissatisfaction—especially when she spoke and laughed with the head professor.

Uncertain if she had misread the atmosphere, Mo Yunxi felt that the senior professor seemed to be lowering his status unconsciously.

Actually, Mo Yunxi was overthinking, and even if Ling Qingyu knew about her inner turmoil, the latter would complain about such pickiness, arguing that one shouldn’t avoid others out of fear of offending them due to a lack of social skills.

Besides, sincerity was the most crucial factor between parties in long-term relationships, whether business or personal. Of course, she understood Mo Yunxi’s caution, since she wasn’t staying here for long and the latter would have to deal with any aftermath.

"Why do I feel like my head professor is flattering you?" Mo Yunxi asked, and her question drew Yin Jingfei’s glance.

The latter’s eyebrows stiffened in deep thought, confused about whether things were as Doctor Mo had said.

"You’re overthinking, Sister Yunxi." Ling Qingyu shrugged and stepped toward Mo Yunxi.

Her arm wrapped around Mo Yunxi’s back, rubbing the skin through the clothing. "You know, your accusatory words sadden me."

"I—I... I didn’t mean that."

"It doesn’t matter, my heart aches, Sister Yunxi." Ling Qingyu pressed a palm over her chest. "I need comfort from my dear sisters. Why don’t we have a pillow chat in my room?"

Xiao Yue, who had noticed the commotion, felt her eyelids twitch at the blatant Oscar-worthy performance. The disgusting, sorrowful expression and the absurd tone were things she had never heard before.

Such a display prompted Xiao Yue to regret eating too much. Her stomach churned so badly that she felt like vomiting, and she averted her gaze. Out of sight, out of mind.

Unaware that someone was nearly puking from disgust, Ling Qingyu pressed her advantage when she saw Doctor Mo offering little resistance. Just a little more—so long as she broke through the doctor’s hesitation, Ling Qingyu would succeed.

"I’d love to join Sister Ling too, but right now I need Sister Mo’s help to prepare. Tonight’s dinner has already overwhelmed me. You’ll definitely help me, right, Sister Mo? I don’t want to feel inferior—Sister Mo must teach me more."

Unfortunately, contrary to Ling Qingyu’s hopes, Nurse Yin pulled Mo Yunxi’s arm against her chest. Mo Yunxi was stunned and nodded unconsciously, only realizing later that Nurse Yin was trying to save her from the quicksand.

"Right, right. How could I forget? Don’t worry Sister Jingfei, I promise I won’t let you feel left out next time." She nodded again and responded to Ling Qingyu. "Forgive me, Sister Ling. I can’t join the pillow chat tonight. Sister Yin’s trouble is best solved early. I can only guide her through the important preparations. Maybe next time."

With that, the two separated from Ling Qingyu and hurried away. Their pace quickened as the distance grew, as if frightened the other might change her mind.

Both had heard rumors about Ling Qingyu’s orientation. Despite the uncertainty, they exercised caution, though they weren’t entirely against her.

In fact, the main fear lay in how they should react if Ling Qingyu suddenly confessed. They didn’t dislike her—and that was the problem. The best solution was to keep things murky and maintain strategic ambiguity.

Ling Qingyu’s mouth parted, her hand hanging in the air, clearly about to intervene, but she was left speechless by the two sisters’ cleverness.

Her eyelids twitched nonstop in complaint. Please—there was plenty of time before the study began to adapt. She would only be here for a few months at most. What a clumsy excuse. And what was with that hurried walk? At least, let her finish her sentence.

And that little nurse... Ling Qingyu marveled at how Yin Jingfei repaid her savior. She truly felt that gratitude had been received.

"Haha—hehe... Haha!"

Ling Qingyu’s face immediately darkened. She turned her head toward the source and saw Xiao Yue laughing while clutching her stomach.

"Laugh. Laugh till you blow your belly," Ling Qingyu mocked. "Just be careful not to spoil the hotel’s carpet."

"Haha... Heaven... I should have saved that rare moment. It’s going to be part of your legendary history someday."

The more Xiao Yue spoke, the more veins throbbed on Ling Qingyu’s forehead.

Suddenly, Athena spoke up. "Mom. Aunt... I’ve saved the video and audio. All recorded."

Simultaneously, both reacted.

"Delete it."

"Save it."

"Oh..."

Athena replied weakly and retreated from the stage.

"Come back. What do you mean, ’oh’?" Ling Qingyu wished she could summon a cane and enter the data universe. She understood exactly what that "oh" meant in this context. This girl had learned to become a hooligan.

"C’mon, stop bullying a child," Xiao Yue said with a smile.

"Alright," Ling Qingyu took a sharp breath. "Then you come to my room. I need to consult the next moves."

"Heh, not tonight. I need to discuss and improve the defense and extraction plan in case of an emergency with the girls. Not to mention, I must study our environment to ensure your safety is at max. So, sayonara"