My Abstinent Girlfriend (8)

"Dad, can we send an invitation to Sister Zhao Qinghan? I really, really like her."

Ming Xiaowei forced herself to say those words without gagging.

Ming Tianxing: "..."

Why did she say... "really, really"?

And his daughter’s tone didn’t sound like admiration—more like that celebrity had somehow pissed her off.

Well, if his daughter wanted to meet her, he’d just send an invitation. It was just a piece of paper, after all. He could afford it.

"Alright. Xiaowei, be good and listen to Auntie Zhang at home. Let me know if you need anything. I’ll transfer the three million to you later. And don’t forget to eat breakfast."

"Okay." Ming Xiaowei agreed, bid her father goodbye, and hung up.

The Zhao family.

They were an influential clan in the capital, a family of scholars with deep roots. Rumor had it their ancestors had once held the position of prime minister, and their wealth ran generations deep. Yet, in this generation, Zhao Qinghan was their only daughter.

Which was probably why Zhao Qinghan could afford to be so insufferably snarky and still walk around unscathed.

"Si, tell me—who’s richer, my dad or the Zhao family?"

Ming Xiaowei stared at the flawless face on her phone screen and sighed.

So beautiful.

Every man—no, every girl—would fall for that face.

Xiaowei’s confidence was truly off the charts.

"Obviously your dad. No matter how prestigious the Zhao family is, they’re still just a scholarly clan. Most of their antiques were handed over to the state long ago. What’s left isn’t worth much. They’re just an old-money name in the capital."

But Ming Tianxing? That was a different story.

If DT Group was a ferocious tiger ruling the mountains, the Zhao family was nothing more than a pretty little lamb.

"So how did the Ming family fall?" Ming Xiaowei still didn’t quite understand.

"The plot doesn’t explain that." Si was equally frustrated.

Ming Xiaowei quietly pulled out her notebook from her storage space.

Zhao Qinghan.

Whatever. She’d just write the name down first and figure it out later.

She’d completely forgotten about it last night.

The moment the ink touched the paper, a golden light shimmered from the notebook before fading away.

The golden characters turned black, tinged with an ominous aura. It had worked.

Ming Xiaowei grabbed her phone and headed downstairs, where Auntie Zhang had already laid out breakfast.

"Wow, so much food! What happens to the leftovers?"

She hadn’t expected Auntie Zhang to be such a spendthrift.

Breakfast was an extravagant spread—steamed buns, fried dough sticks, bread, pastries, and an assortment of desserts.

"If the young miss can’t finish, we’ll just throw it away," Auntie Zhang replied with a polite smile.

"That’s not right." Ming Xiaowei pressed her lips together. "We can’t waste food. Here’s what we’ll do—pack everything up, and I’ll take it to an orphanage or something."

Auntie Zhang froze.

Privately, she’d always thought it was wasteful too, but it was the madam’s orders—she wanted to make sure the young miss had every option available. And the old Xiaowei had never cared about such things.

The young miss… really had changed.

"Will you need Master Wang to drive you, then?" Auntie Zhang asked.

Master Wang?

Ming Xiaowei thought for a moment before remembering—he was her personal chauffeur, though he usually only worked on weekends since the original owner rarely went far during school days.

"Sure."

That would save her the walk out of the villa.

She only ate some tofu pudding and a fried dough stick, leaving the buns and cakes untouched. She kept a chocolate and strawberry cake for herself, storing them in the fridge, then took the rest to the car.

"Young miss, where to today?" Master Wang lived nearby and arrived quickly.

"The nearest orphanage. Oh, and if there’s a bun shop along the way, stop so I can buy some more."

Auntie Zhang had prepared a lot, but for a group of kids, it might still be too little.

"Understood." Though surprised, Master Wang didn’t ask further.

Si, however, was baffled.

"Didn’t expect you to be so… charitable."

"Depends on the situation. If I’m rich, sharing what I don’t need isn’t a crime. Beggars on the street have hands and feet—they can work. Nursing homes are fine, but Auntie Zhang made too many sweets, so an orphanage is the best choice."

Ming Xiaowei glanced at the bags and smiled.

"The original Xiaowei would’ve been happy too."

If poor, tend to yourself; if prosperous, help the world. She saw nothing wrong with her reasoning.

Si: "..."

Was it the staff’s influence?

She’d assumed a host who’d survived the apocalypse would be far more cold-blooded.

Or… had Ming Xiaowei done so many terrible things in the wasteland that she was afraid of karma?

Ming Xiaowei sneezed violently and rubbed her nose. "Si, were you bad-mouthing me?"

"No, I just meant you’re deviating from the script. This doesn’t seem very… villainous." Si sounded slightly guilty.

"Then your idea of a villain must be some rage-fueled, society-hating maniac. I’m not like that, okay? Don’t stereotype." Ming Xiaowei was genuinely annoyed.

She thought she was doing fine. Even before she died, she’d lived decently—at least she could work safely. Unlike some places where survival was a daily struggle, with bullets whizzing overhead and one wrong step meaning a funeral for the whole family.

Si had to admit she had a point. If her Gu Wei had been the depressive type, she’d have probably tried to jump off a building the moment she learned to walk in her hundred reincarnations. Those hundred deaths weren’t something any sane person could endure.

Even a dog would shake its head in disbelief.

Si didn’t reply, and Ming Xiaowei didn’t press further. After stopping at a bun shop near the orphanage, Master Wang carried the bags to the entrance for her.

The security guard eyed the unfamiliar duo warily before stepping out.

"You are…?"

"Here to deliver some things." Ming Xiaowei opened one of the bags and flashed a bright smile.

The guard’s eyes widened at the contents, and he quickly opened the gate.

Soon after, Aunt Dean herself came out to greet Ming Xiaowei.

"Oh, young lady, thank you so much! We didn’t expect such generosity. The children just finished their morning study session."

Aunt Dean’s kind eyes crinkled with warmth.

"No problem. Oh, and there are some pastries—they might need to be sliced for sharing." Ming Xiaowei pointed to Master Wang’s bag.

"Don’t worry, we don’t have too many kids. It’ll be enough." Aunt Dean motioned for a girl from the office to take the bags to the kitchen.

"Mind if I take a look around?" Ming Xiaowei asked.

"Of course! The children should thank you in person."

Aunt Dean led her to the orphanage’s dining hall, where a few girls were still serving porridge and side dishes.

Ming Xiaowei took a glance—it was plain rice porridge, with the grains barely visible, and the side dishes were even simpler: some carrots, greens, and a few shredded potatoes.

These vegetables were probably grown by them.

Originally, they were supposed to have steamed buns, but after Ming Xiaowei arrived, those were replaced with items like stuffed buns, fried dough sticks, and bread.

"We only have about twenty or thirty kids here, not many."

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