Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Nalan Ye Jue’s heart seemed to be soaked by the pool of blood, and his eyes were dyed red.

He pulled out a Kl25 from beneath the car seat, jumped out of the car, braving the risk of gunfire, and headed decisively towards Qin Xin.

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President Mansion.

Jun Ruyi was at the dressing table, carefully applying eye makeup.

Chen Lele had given her a newly released eyeshadow called ”Ten Miles of Red Makeup,” saying it’s the trendiest for girls in elite circles when they get engaged.

It’s red and really festive.

Jun Ruyi decided to wear this eyeshadow whenever she meets Nalan Ye Jue.

A servant came over to inquire: ”Miss, the dress you ordered has arrived. Should I give you the red one?”

The young lady seemed to be in a great mood, even putting on makeup, so a bright color should definitely be the right choice.

Unexpectedly, Jun Ruyi thought for a moment: ”Get the white one!”

Hmm, there should be good news from the assassin soon, right?

Perhaps she’ll see Mr. Nalan at Qin Xin’s funeral soon.

White is just perfect for Qin Xin’s send-off.

The servant had no idea what Jun Ruyi was thinking, only feeling that the young lady had become increasingly unpredictable recently, unable to understand her moods.

Jun Ruyi was halfway through drawing her eyebrows when suddenly her phone on the table vibrated.

She glanced at it sideways; it was the number she’s been waiting for: ”So, is the person dead yet or not?”

She believed that if the assassin had not succeeded, he wouldn’t be calling her so urgently.

After all, last night he had said he would be ambushing outside the Imperial Central Laboratory all night, finding the best angle to strike, just waiting for Qin Xin to return the next morning, lying in wait.

However.

On the other end of the line came a chillingly deep male voice: ”Jun Ruyi, the one who’s dead will be you.”

The cold, deep atmosphere that could kill, distinctly separated by a phone line, seemed as if it was right beside her.

Nalan Ye Jue!

How could it be him?

Jun Ruyi dumbly pulled the phone away a bit, checking the caller ID; there was no mistake, it was the assassin’s call, but the voice was Nalan Ye Jue’s.

There was only one explanation: the assassin was caught in the act by Nalan Ye Jue.

Where was Qin Xin?

Had the assassin acted? Did he hit the target?

Jun Ruyi felt a mix of fear and anxiety: ”Mr. Nalan, let me explain, it’s not what you think, I...”

The other side coldly hung up the phone.

Outside the President Mansion, the sound of police sirens could be heard.

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Imperial Central Laboratory.

On the marble steps at the entrance, Nalan Ye Jue held Qin Xin tightly, his hand covered in blood.

At his feet, the assassin lay face-up, hit accurately in the forehead, his eyes bulging, already breathed his last.

Nalan Ye Jue threw away the assassin’s phone and embraced Qin Xin.

Because he didn’t have knee pads with him and was in a wheelchair, he couldn’t carry Qin Xin up the steps, but if he took the elevator from the underground garage, he worried about losing time, causing her to lose too much blood.

He couldn’t waste a single second!

He had left Qin Xin for just one second to drive away, and look what happened. At this moment, he deeply regretted it; he should have tied her to his belt and never left her side.

Without any hesitation, he immediately moved, trying to get out of the wheelchair, using his strong arms to support himself, attempting to carry Qin Xin on his shoulder, to take her into the laboratory’s operating room, to find someone to save her.

Even though he couldn’t walk, he was willing to crawl if necessary to get up the steps, to take her to a safe place!

He knew this looked undignified, even a bit shameful, but compared to her life, dignity and respect were worthless.