The Secret: His Affliction Strikes Every Six Months

If money can solve a problem, then solve it?

Lu Bing felt his heart drumming against his ribs.

Did Young Master Jue mean... to pay off the Qin Family to make them leave, or to help the Qin Family resolve their difficulties?

"The engagement date cannot be changed." Nalan Ye-Jue issued the cold command, then fell silent, focusing his attention back on the thick stack of documents.

Lu Bing's heart skipped a beat; he hadn't expected Young Master Jue to be so insistent.

Although the elders of the family had been urging him to marry, they hadn't been this desperate.

Why was Young Master Jue suddenly in such a rush to get married?

His gaze fell upon the documents on Nalan Ye-Jue's desk.

A fleeting glance revealed they weren't ordinary files, but the latest progress in robotics research—specifically regarding functions for head wound recovery and IQ rehabilitation training.

And right next to them lay the detailed medical report of Lan Qingxin's head injury and hospitalization.

Lu Bing felt a complex mix of emotions.

He suddenly recalled that it had been nearly half a year since the Young Miss last "provoked" Young Master Jue.

And the date of Young Master Jue's engagement was exactly the day his chronic affliction flared up every six months... this was a top-secret matter within the Nalan Family!

Lan Qingxin had returned to the Imperial Capital; would she do... that kind of thing to Young Master Jue again when the time came?

So, could it be that Young Master Jue was doing this to let that woman from the Qin Family...

Lu Bing didn't dare to continue that train of thought.

He could only sigh for Lan Qingxin in his heart.

He hoped the Young Miss would pass her final exams this time; otherwise, she would likely be sent back to the countryside, never to return, left to live out her days in lonely isolation.

Sigh.

"Sir, there is one more thing. The Young Miss's tutor... has resigned." Lu Bing weighed his words carefully before reporting this news as well. "It's possible the old professor is too advanced in age, lacks the energy, and there's a generation gap in his teaching style..."

Before Nalan Ye-Jue could say anything.

Bai Chi's cocky, mocking laughter drifted in from outside the door: "Resigned? Generation gap? It's clearly because your little good-for-nothing drove the teacher away! I saw it with my own eyes, tsk tsk, it was infuriating... so stupid, so ugly, and so barbaric..."

Nalan Ye-Jue cast a cold, sidelong glance at him.

Bai Chi still wanted to vividly describe the trauma his eyes and soul had suffered from seeing Lan Qingxin.

But unexpectedly.

Nalan Ye-Jue cut him off and instructed Lu Bing: "Find a senior student to tutor her instead, someone younger."

Lu Bing: "Yes!"

Bai Chi hadn't caught up yet: "Jue, your little good-for-nothing is beyond saving. It's useless no matter who you find to teach her. I saw her at Imperial University today and she's still just as trashy..."

Nalan Ye-Jue spoke coldly: "You've been very concerned about her lately?"

Bai Chi: "No, I..."

Had he?

Absolutely not!

How could he possibly care about that ugly, good-for-nothing girl!

"I'm concerned about your robots! I spent a long time looking at them in the exhibition hall just now!" Bai Chi said with a grin.

Nalan Ye-Jue ordered Lu Bing with an expressionless face: "From now on, the robot exhibition hall is closed to outsiders."

Bai Chi: "..."

What was going on?

What had he done wrong!

Imperial University.

Women's dormitory.

In the cool, water-like depth of the night, a soft moan shattered the silence.

"Mmm—!"

Qin Xin's breathing was rapid, every pore on her body radiating tension!

Because, once again, she had been inexplicably pinned into a bathtub by a strange man!

This time, she could feel the water in the tub, cool and rising bit by bit.

And the man's hands were even colder than the water, gripping her wrists tightly, lifting her arms high as if she were a helpless ragdoll, forcefully pinning her against the icy edge of the tub according to his will!