Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Outside the operating room.

The Nalan Family’s bodyguards and servants stood neatly in line.

Qin Xin was a bit surprised: ”Why haven’t you rested?”

The crowd: ”The Mistress doesn’t rest, we dare not rest!”

After this battle, they were wholeheartedly devoted to Qin Xin, worshiping her from the heart.

Qin Xin: ”...”

Although she was very touched, she was also quite embarrassed. This constant calling her ”Mistress” really made her feel... unprepared.

Nalan Ye Jue came to her rescue: ”Everyone has worked hard, go and rest for a while, then restore energy to make sure the old house’s main hall is restored to its original state—ensuring tomorrow night, the wedding goes on as scheduled.”

The crowd responded solemnly: ”Yes! Rest assured, Young Master and Mistress.”

Nalan Ye Jue raised his eyes: ”Why call her Mistress...”

Qin Xin quickly chimed in: ”Yes, we haven’t officially married yet.”

Who would have thought.

Nalan Ye Jue confidently said the next sentence: ”Call her Madam.”

The crowd immediately obediently switched: ”Mrs. Emperor!”

Qin Xin: ”...”

Is there a difference between this and Mistress, is there???

Nalan Ye Jue turned around, smiling at her: ”Little Wife, please quickly adapt to your new identity.”

The morning sunlight was exceptionally dazzling.

Casting on the man’s cheeks, it was like fulfilling a wish.

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A day and night, quickly passed.

The whole Nalan Family worked together, restoring the hall damaged by the man in red robes and machines at an incredible speed.

A young servant on site picked up something smooth like a Crystal Ball, and asked the old butler: ”Is this still useful?”

The old butler looked through his reading glasses: ”It should be a decoration from the chandelier, right? Forget it, Madam and Young Master’s wedding means everything must be the best and newest, discard these broken things, throw them away.”

The young servant noticed that the Crystal Ball wasn’t like the ones usually seen, it was particularly translucent, with what seemed to be vibrant, flowing air inside, and was reluctant to throw it away, so he pocketed it.

Oh, this Crystal Ball is that unusual.

She even felt lighter walking.

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Qin Family.

Mrs. Qin, who had yet to receive the wedding invitation from Qin Xin, sat like a needle on a pin cushion.

Though she anticipated that Qin Xin might not invite her, when the day actually came and she, as the mistress of the Qin Family, didn’t have the chance or qualification to attend her daughter’s wedding, it left her feeling quite uneasy.

She wanted to call Qin Xin to ask, only to find Qin Xin had long blocked her number.

Such injustice.

Fortunately, Wen Rou was considerate.

She was reported to have found a compatible heart through friends and contacted a doctor from a small clinic to perform the heart transplant tonight, even begging her to be there for support.

At least it gave her, as a mother, a sense of presence and need.

Mrs. Qin noted the time was getting late, dusk falling, and the wedding ceremonies on Qin Xin’s side were nearly underway. She hadn’t received an invitation, presumably shut out, so she sighed deeply, stopped waiting and instead called a car to head to Qin Wenrou’s clinic for her surgery.

The secluded small clinic had its shutter doors tightly closed.

She knocked for quite a while before it opened.

The doctor looked around furtively like a thief, then pulled her inside.

Mrs. Qin glanced around the simple clinic setup, feeling worried, and asked Qin Wenrou lying on the surgery bed: ”Rou’er, is the place your friend found trustworthy?”

Qin Wenrou’s expression was somewhat lazy: ”Mom, we have no choice.”

Mrs. Qin felt a pang of guilt: ”It’s all because of me, didn’t provide you with the best. Rou’er, where is the heart donor, I want to properly thank them...”

Qin Wenrou sneered: ”They’re right here, Mom.”

Mrs. Qin hadn’t yet reacted: ”Here?”

The doctor behind her impatiently stated: ”It’s you! Donating a heart to your daughter, being so indecisive, are you her real mother?”

Mrs. Qin’s mind exploded with a ”buzz——”!

Rou’er intends to dig out her heart?

[Master Yun: Goodnight kiss! Wonder what Mrs. Qin is feeling right now?]