Independence

Ingrid had set an alarm for 7:00 am, but she’d had difficulty waking up. At last, she’d realized that she was going to be late, so she and Abigail had had to run over.

“Which floor?” Miranda asked, giving her a glance.

In contrast to Miranda’s calmness, Ingrid appeared disheveled after sprinting over. She gritted her teeth. “The second floor.

The two of them got out of the elevator at the same time when Ingrid seemed to notice.

something.

Seeing the postgraduate program material in Miranda’s arms, she asked with a strange look, “Why are you studying at the library too? Are you planning to take the postgraduate admission exams for the combined Master’s and Doctorate program?”

Miranda maintained an indifferent expression and said nothing.

Ingrid continued, “So many current students can’t even pass the admission exams right now. You graduated years ago. Don’t tell me you really think you can get in?”

“Whether I get in or not is a different matter. When you talk about current students who can’t pass the test, are you talking about yourself?”

Ingrid nearly lost it when she heard that.

She was in her junior year of university and hadn’t thought about her career yet. She was in the midst of preparing for the postgraduate admission exam, but she wasn’t in a rush because she still had a year to go.

Some of her roommates had already prepared a study plan. After several years of studying, she’d only had a half–baked grasp on her major.

If she could get in, then she would go get her Master’s. If not, she still had Hansel’s money to rely on.

Hence, Miranda’s words were like a knife to her heart.

“Do you think everyone is like you? To me, it doesn’t really matter whether I get in or not. Hansel said that he’ll give me anything I want.

Miranda didn’t have any intention of continuing this conversation. “Oh, really? Well, I hope you can stay this confident forever.

With that, she ran after Solomon, who’d moved with the crowd and was now a distance

away.

Abigail watched as Miranda walked away. She looked at the furious Ingrid and couldn’t

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help but ask, “Ingy, who is that?”

She’s just a stranger I’ve met a couple of times. Let’s go. Didn’t we want to book a table? Ingrid mumbled.

As they walked, she suddenly thought of something and asked, “Do you know how to make pumpkin soup?”

“Hm, I’ve never made it before, but there are a lot of tutorials online. You can look them

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Ingrid immediately downloaded a recipe app that listed the steps in detail.

After she found a place to sit, she began her research. She ended up spending the entire morning on this.

When Abigail saw how Ingrid hadn’t even touched the book she’d brought, she wanted Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

to tell the latter off.

However, she thought about how Ingrid was dating a rich man and didn’t have to worry about her future. Why should she say anything?

At noon, they left the library. Ingrid went straight to the supermarket and bought a bunch of pots and pans, as well as pumpkins.

Abigail was perplexed.

“From today onward, I’m going to learn to become wife material,” Ingrid said. Miranda wasn’t the only one who knew how to make pumpkin soup!

This stunned Abigail into silence.

The moon was high in the sky, but the lights in the city were still brightly lit.

Hansel had just gotten off work and was exhausted.

Dan dropped him off at the doorstep of his mansion. As soon as he got out of the car, someone flew into his arms enthusiastically. “Dear, I’ve been waiting for you forever. You’re finally back!”

Hansel stumbled a couple steps backward before finally regaining his balance. He gestured for Dan to leave. “When did you get here?”

“I

came by in the afternoon. Do you work so late every day? You must have had a long day. Why don’t I give you a massage?” Ingrid said, about to put her hands on him.

Hansel nimbly dodged her hands. “I’m not tired. What brings you here today?”

Ingrid pursed her lips. Turning around, she picked up the insulated bag by her feet and

took out a small bowl of pumpkin soup. “Didn’t you say you wanted to have pumpkin soup the other day? I made this myself. Why don’t you have a taste?”

Hansel frowned. He unlocked the door with his fingerprint, then glanced at her over his shoulder. “Come in.”

Since they’d begun dating, this was the first time Ingrid had been allowed to enter this

mansion.

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