The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 540 - 537: Wretched Maid, Give Up Hope 1_1
The matter of studying was finally on the agenda.
Her undergraduate performance over the past four years was outstanding. Her university was also among the top few in the country. She even had experience working for a Fortune 500 company. Although it was only for just over half a year, she had been promoted to supervisor. This was genuine, not fabricated experience.
The reference letter from the company was incredibly well-written, penned by Huang Ying. Yan Xixi didn’t know if Huang Xiaojue had seen it, but it had somehow secured the signed recommendation of the company’s headquarters director. It must be Huang Xiaojue’s doing, she thought. Otherwise, Huang Ying wouldn’t have been able to get it through.
Needless to say, the school recommendation letters came from several very prestigious individuals. These were people Wan Donglin had found—individuals Yan Xixi previously had no qualifications to even know.
When Yan Xixi looked at her application materials, she couldn’t believe how perfect they seemed. She stared at them for a long time, doubting herself. Was I really that perfect? How did Wan Donglin manage to make my profile look so perfect?
Even the section on her family background stated: a direct relative of the illustrious Wan Family.
She was shocked by the words "direct relative," feeling a prickle of unease. Is this another sign that a lot of money will be spent? And what exactly does "direct relative" even mean? Is it a preemptive move?
It’s said that Harvard University is fabulously wealthy, with donations received totaling thirty to forty billion. If distributed evenly among all students, each could receive 1.5 million. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
In a situation where several applicants were equally qualified, would the school give preference to someone with a powerful background who could make a generous donation? That was practically a certainty. It wouldn’t even be considered underhanded.
She couldn’t afford to be careless. While it might be effortless for others, this had cost her an enormous amount of human and material resources. If she performed poorly, she would be too ashamed to face anyone.
After studying for the better part of the day, she felt dizzy, and her vision was blurred. She casually made herself a cup of instant coffee for a pick-me-up. Just then, her phone screen lit up again.
"Miss, it’s time for lunch. What do you feel like eating?"
She lazily replied, "Instant noodles."
"So uninspired. Instant noodles are junk food, devoid of nutrition. You need to eat well when you’re studying hard. Let’s go get something good."
"What’s the point? No matter how good the food is, it’ll all turn into poop in the end."
Wan Donglin shuddered. What on earth is wrong with this girl?
"Once, there was a particularly lazy scholar," Wan Donglin began. "He was so lazy he wouldn’t even bother to right an oil bottle if it fell over. One day, seeing snow fall from the sky, he was moved to compose a poem: ’Snow falls from the sky, not water; falling to the ground, it becomes water. For snow to become water is such a hassle; better if it just fell as water in the first place.’
"His wife heard this and became furious, retorting, ’Sir, you eat food, not poop; eaten into the stomach, it becomes poop. For food to become poop is such a hassle; better if you just ate poop in the first place.’ Miss, by your logic, you might as well just eat poop directly."
Yan Xixi was speechless. "..."
"Enough nonsense. I’m coming to pick you up for lunch."
"No, no, no... please, don’t come pick me up."
"Why not?"
She looked at the materials: review guides, tutorials... Professional tutors even gave lessons every week. These were expensive, top-notch tutors who conversed entirely in a foreign language. Wan Donglin’s goal was for her to be fully proficient in conversing in that foreign language by the time she went to South Country University. Even if she didn’t have a refined C Country accent, her language skills couldn’t be poor.
Everyone envied South Country University—but this, too, was something built with money.
After some thought, she asked, "You crude fellow, aren’t you afraid all this effort will be for nothing?"
"What do you mean?"
