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There were also people specially appointed to dress her up and do her hairstyle.

Standing in front of the mirror, An Zhixin covered her face, feeling as if she was a princess.

Goodness gracious!

She had never felt so beautiful before!

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

At first, An Zhixin was waiting for the person to come in, but she suddenly came back to her senses and quickly called out, "Please come in."

A man who looked like a butler came in, bowed to her, and said deferentially, "Miss An Zhixin, please come with me."

An Zhixin stared blankly for a moment and replied absentmindedly, "Oh… alright."

She thought: It should be the owner of this house who wants to see me, right?

She was also very curious.

Why did this person save her?

Why did that person bring her here?

Why dress her like a wealthy young missy?

And most importantly… Who was this person?

An Zhixin followed butler into a room where everything was lavish, and it was a very flamboyant type of lavishness.

"Please come in," the butler let her in and went out himself.

An Zhixin walked in slowly, and the room"s lighting seemed to be deliberately dimmed to give a mysterious atmosphere.

Just in front, there was a black figure sitting proudly on a gorgeous European-styled chair.

Standing firmly, An Zhixin looked at the person"s face and asked in curious amazement, "Excuse me, you are…"

The man said, "You don"t need to know who I am. You only need to know that, starting from today, you will be the rich missy here!"

An Zhixin seemed as if she could hardly believe it as her eyes widened in shock.

Her voice was shaky as she said, "Are, are you for real?"

Was she going to be the rich missy of this place?

The man proudly smiled and said, "You don"t need to doubt it. From now on, you will live here and enjoy everything here without worry."

Although An Zhixin longed for all of this, she was not silly enough to believe that pies would just drop from the sky.

Gripping her hands nervously, she asked, "Then what do I need to do for you?"

The man seemed to appreciate her shrewdness and laughed.

"You only need to…"

The next day.

At the gates of Shangde High.

A black Bentley slowly came to a stop. A chauffeur wearing white gloves got out of the car and opened the door to the back seat.

"Miss, we"re here."

The lady sitting inside got out of the car.

The students pa.s.sing by the school gate turned to look at them.

The girl who got out of the car was wearing a skirt from an international renowned brand, and the bag she was carrying in her hand was also the latest LV model.

"Eh? Who"s this girl? I don"t think I"ve seen her before?"

"She must be the daughter of a rich family. Did you see that Bentley? It costs tens of millions! This girl must have a very high status."

This comment caught everyone"s attention.

Under the scrutiny of the crowd, An Zhixin"s hand, which was holding tightly onto the bag, nervously broke out in cold sweat.

The chauffeur bowed to her deferentially and whispered, "Miss, you don"t have to be nervous. Remember that from today onward, you are a rich missy."

An Zhixin paused as she remembered what the etiquette teacher had taught her last night.

She hurriedly straightened her back, lifted up her chin slightly, and adjusted the sungla.s.ses with her finger.

"Okay, I got it."

The chauffeur then said, "Miss, have a good time. I will pick you up after school."

An Zhixin nodded, looking at the school gate in front as she slowly walked over.

Basking in the limelight, she kept a confident posture as she walked through Shangde High"s gate.

This was a scene that An Zhixin couldn"t even have dreamed of. She used to be so crazy about coming to Shangde High. This moment was totally a dream come true for her.