Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

This night.

When the two entered the bedroom, it felt a bit different from usual.

Maybe it was the childhood memories that were stirred up; seeing that bed made Qin Xin’s face feel flushed, even though there were several pillows in between, it couldn’t hide her inner shyness.

Ah, how could she have said such things to a boy when she was little.

How could she face Mr. Nalan and have a good night’s sleep?

Nalan Ye Jue saw her hesitating to get into bed and guessed a few things, a slight smile on his lips: ”My little wife shouldn’t be too troubled. Actually, as long as we faithfully fulfill the promises made as children, it’s all good.”

In other words, as long as you marry me and don’t mention divorce, everything is fine.

Qin Xin’s face turned even redder.

Is this the rhythm of her life’s first attempt at proposing divorce ending in defeat?

Slowly moving into bed, she reluctantly lowered her head and fiddled for a moment, smearing green paint on her forehead.

Then she swept her long hair, making a face at the man on the other end of the bed: ”I’d like to comply, but I’m not sure if Mr. Nalan can do so after seeing his sister?”

Because recently, Lan Qingxin’s birthmark on her forehead had mostly faded.

Even if Qin Xin tried to mimic Lan Qingxin, she wouldn’t apply an overly green birthmark, just a slight ugly makeup.

Suddenly applying a thick green was quite startling at first glance.

Nalan Ye Jue was caught off guard by her prank; though he wasn’t frightened, he still coughed.

”Cough, cough, cough!”

Naughty little woman!

However, he quickly regained composure: ”So this is how Madam usually does her makeup. But actually, as your husband, I don’t find this ugly.”

Because what he’s always seen isn’t her appearance but the unique soul hidden behind her visage and body.

In the still of the night.

He had once asked himself why he couldn’t forget about a little girl for thirteen years.

Whether it’s her adorable look at six years old, her dashing short hair as an adult, or even the not-so-pretty face assumed to be his sister’s, he liked it all dearly.

The answer is, her soul makes him unable to resist.

Qin Xin’s attempt to look ugly failed, encountering her first setback.

Back at Imperial University, her birthmark had scared away the elderly tutor, causing the handsome Bai Chi to flee in panic.

But this ultimate weapon was ineffective against Nalan Ye Jue.

Forget it; he’s always doted on his sister. This face indeed has no deterrent effect on him.

Qin Xin wiped away the birthmark, lying back on the pillow, pondering what the man’s real weakness might be so she could exploit it next time and gain an upper hand.

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Tomorrow was Qin Xiaoshuang’s school sports day.

It officially started at ten o’clock.

Nalan Ye Jue woke up at five in the morning, made breakfast, kept it warm in the kitchen, then went to the company to handle work, having scheduled to return at nine thirty to pick up Qin Xin and Xiao Shuang to go to school together.

Qin Xin also rarely got up early.

She finished breakfast by six o’clock.

Seeing she had ample time, she recalled a matter yet to be dealt with, and she figured she’d seldom use the identity of Qin Xin in the future, so she might as well settle it that morning.

Opening her phone, she sent out a message: ”I’ll help you try the nerve surgery you wanted. Choose the hospital yourself.”

A few seconds later.

At the Si Group Headquarters.

During a serious executive meeting, a subordinate was reporting work incessantly when Si Moyu suddenly slapped the table, angrily shouting: ”Noisy, shut up.”

He swiped open his phone screen and repeatedly read the message Qin Xin sent to him, the corners of his lips curling up in delight: ”Meeting adjourned! Day off for everyone!”

Subordinate: ”...”

The boss really is, as rumored, having schizophrenia and severe mania. His mood is unbelievably volatile!