Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Nalan Ye Jue could only resign himself to having his mouth taped shut by Qin Xin.

He watched, eyes wide open, as Qin Xin held her exclusive scalpel with the letter Q engraved on it and gestured around his knee, yet he couldn’t offer a single comment.

Uh, his little wife’s wedding gift was really too f-reak-ing exciting.

The next second, Qin Xin made a shallow cut on his knee, implanted some kind of slow-release drug in it, then picked up a syringe and gave him a shot.

She didn’t use any anesthetic.

But, weirdly enough, it didn’t hurt at all.

You know, last year, in order to go to a ball with her, he’d worn a knee brace and hurt his knee; when they did surgery to remove the inflamed, suppurating tissue without anesthesia, the pain level was over ten, equivalent to a woman giving birth naturally—and then doubled.

He’d suffered for nothing.

If he’d known, he would’ve handed everything about his body over to his little wife to manage.

Qin Xin tied off the shallow wound on his knee with a tourniquet, then carefully wrapped it with bandages. ”Don’t move tonight, just lie in bed and rest. You can’t move around for the next 24 hours. If you need to work, I’ll type for you, or I’ll have Secretary Lu come wait on you.”

No, wait, why did that sound like medical advice?

That shot just now wasn’t some mood-enhancing aphrodisiac?

”Rip—” Qin Xin tore the tape off Nalan Ye Jue’s mouth. ”Anywhere feel uncomfortable?”

Nalan Ye Jue took a deep breath. ”That’s it?”

Qin Xin: ”Yeah.”

What else did he think was going to happen?

Nalan Ye Jue’s eyes darkened, a little unwilling. ”You had me pull my pants down, lie on the bed, and that’s it? Didn’t you say this was my wedding present?”

Qin Xin: ”I did give you a gift. BMP-16, a drug you can’t buy on the market. Si Moyu offered a hundred billion for it and I still didn’t sell, okay?”

Nalan Ye Jue: ”...”

He felt like he’d been scammed by his little wife, but there was nowhere to lodge a complaint.

Thankfully Si Moyu didn’t get to buy it—that comforted him a tiny bit.

Qin Xin pulled the quilt up over him. ”Hu Yi was the first test subject for BMP-16. The results were great, the side effects are just a tiny bit, which is...”

Nalan Ye Jue’s brows furrowed. ”Hu Yi?”

One of the three little brats next door?

Si Moyu’s little nephew?

That tiny bit of comfort he’d just felt evaporated instantly.

He almost forgot—he wasn’t the first to use BMP-16. Someone else had beaten him to it; he was number two.

”Next time you have a new drug, I want to be the first to try it.”

Qin Xin’s lips twitched speechlessly. ”You’re competing over this too? You’re not sick, so what are you testing drugs for? Besides, with Hu Yi helping you test it, you should be thanking him. At least you know the side effects and can be prepared in advance.”

Nalan Ye Jue: ”What side effects?”

Qin Xin: ”Mm, it just slightly suppresses kidney function. For the next 48 hours, you might want to go to the bathroom more frequently. And at the same time, you won’t really feel like... that.”

Nalan Ye Jue: ”Like what?”

Qin Xin looked a bit uncomfortable. ”You know, that. Ugh, don’t ask so much, you’ll feel it soon enough. Here are bottles of mineral water; I prepared 20 for you so you don’t even have to get out of bed to, uh, take care of it.”

Nalan Ye Jue: ”...”

Looking at the neatly lined-up empty mineral water bottles on the nightstand, he had every reason to believe this little woman had deliberately dug a pit for him in advance!

No desire to do that XX thing for 48 hours.

Problem was, in another day and a half—36 hours—it would be his and Qin Xin’s wedding.

And after the wedding came the wedding night.

So on his wedding night, was he supposed to sit there solemnly reading the Empire’s Evening News Digest while experiencing the side effects of BMP-16?