Chapter 853: Can’t Sleep Without My Husband by My Side?

Everyone nodded. "That’s true. The Young Master will definitely divorce and remarry."Lu Bing was the most pleased. "The Young Master’s white moonlight has always been his little childhood sweetheart. I saw it coming ages ago—there was no way the Young Master and that scheming Qin Xin wouldn’t divorce. See? My words have come true! Hey, where’s Lu Yi? You lost, hurry up and pay me!"

Lu Yi’s avatar had already gone gray.

Lu Yi has gone offline!

Lu Yi refuses to accept this reality, sob sob sob...

In the "Seven Calabash Brothers" WeChat group.

Everyone was excited for a while, then suddenly fell silent again.

After quite some time.

Lu Geng: "Actually, Miss Qin is a pretty good person."

Lu Ding: "She even gave us Xinghe’s books."

Lu Wu: "I heard her skills at repairing robots aren’t bad either."

Lu Jia: "I’ve seen her calligraphy. Truly stunning and brilliant."

Lu Bing: "Hey hey, what’s wrong with you guys, how come you’re all speaking up for Qin Xin now? ...Sigh, but I have to admit, if we can’t see her crazy operations anymore in the future, it’ll be a real pity... There are countless women in this world, but someone like Qin Xin—I’ve never seen one in my whole life!"

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While the Seven Calabash Brothers were gossiping.

Qin Xin was lying on the sofa in Nalan Ye Jue’s office, reading a book with her head tilted.

The coffee table was covered with all her favorite snacks and juices, and Nalan Ye Jue practically wanted to peel the grapes and feed them straight into her mouth.

"What are you reading?"

Nalan Ye Jue had no mind to work anymore. He walked over to the sofa, wrapped his long arm around her shoulders, and his slender fingers lightly played with a lock of her hair that hung down.

"Just flipping around." Her tone was lazy.

The man glanced at the book cover.

It was a Spanish architectural monograph.

Never mind how niche Spanish, this kind of minor language, already was, with very few people studying it. Just talking about this sort of professional architecture book— even if it were translated into Chinese, not many people could understand it.

Yet Qin Xin was reading it at lightning speed, utterly absorbed.

Nalan Ye Jue narrowed his eyes. The fields his little wife dabbled in really were unexpected; she was always giving people new surprises.

"If my little wife likes this set of books, I’ll have someone pack them up for you to take home and read slowly, how about that? Right now, I think my little wife should close her eyes and rest, take a nap. Hmm?"

The man took her fingers and helped her close the book.

Qin Xin pouted. "I’m not sleepy."

Nalan Ye Jue’s lips curved slightly. "So, you need your husband to lie with you before you can fall asleep?"

Qin Xin: "..."

This was the first time she’d seen anyone persuade someone to rest with such an utterly off-the-wall approach!

The two of them were in the middle of talking.

An engineer pushed in the malfunctioning document-processing robot, and accidentally walked in on the two of them whispering on the sofa. He immediately blushed bright red.

Nalan Ye Jue, however, was as calm as ever. "What is it? Speak."

Engineer: "Young Master, this robot was originally fixed by Miss Qin last time, but today, for some reason, after we finished charging it, we couldn’t restart it. And we can’t get in touch with Miss Qin..."

Nalan Ye Jue glanced at Qin Xin. "She’s very busy, no time."

He still had to coax her to sleep.

What robot is there to fix!

But Qin Xin just happened to seize the chance to jump off the sofa. "Let me take a look."

The engineer was shocked. "Little Miss, th-this isn’t a toy..."

The implication being, please don’t mess around and break it.

In the end, Qin Xin walked up to the robot and casually adjusted the LCD screen. The robot immediately started playing a pleasant startup tune—it had powered on!

The engineer was dumbfounded.

This kind of god-level operation was something they had only seen last time when Miss Qin repaired a robot.

Looking at the dark green birthmark on Qin Xin’s forehead—if not for the fact that this scary birthmark was unique to the Little Miss, they would have suspected that the person in front of them had somehow turned into Miss Qin.