Could money solve the problem?
Lu Bing's heart pounded with uncertainty.
What exactly did Young Master Jue mean? Was he going to pay the Qin Family off, or help them resolve their difficulties?
"The engagement date cannot be changed." Nalan Ye-Jue issued the order coldly. After that, he said no more, focusing on the thick stack of documents.
Lu Bing's heart sank. He hadn't expected Young Master Jue to be so insistent.
The family elders had urged him to marry, too, but not so urgently.
Why was Young Master Jue suddenly in such a hurry to get married?
His gaze fell on the documents on Nalan Ye-Jue's desk.
With a quick glance, he realized they weren't ordinary documents. They contained the latest developments in robot research and development—adding functions for head-wound recovery and cognitive rehabilitation training.
Beside them lay the detailed medical report on Lan Qingxin's head injury and hospitalization.
Lu Bing's feelings were complicated.
He suddenly realized that nearly half a year had passed since the last time Little Miss had "provoked" Young Master Jue.
And the date of Young Master Jue's engagement was exactly when his chronic condition flared up once every six months... This was a closely guarded secret of the Nalan Family!
Lan Qingxin had returned to the Imperial Capital. Would she do... that sort of thing to Young Master Jue again?
So could it be that Young Master Jue was doing this for that woman from the Qin Family...
Lu Bing didn't dare think any further.
He could only sigh for Lan Qingxin in his heart.
Hopefully Little Miss would pass her final exams this time. Otherwise, she might be sent back to the countryside and never get another chance to return, growing old alone in loneliness.
Sigh.
"Master, there's one more thing. Little Miss's tutor... has resigned." After considering it carefully, Lu Bing reported this news as well. "Perhaps the old professor is too advanced in years and has limited energy. There may also be a generation gap in his teaching methods..."
Before Nalan Ye-Jue could say anything,
Bai Chi's cheeky, irreverent laugh came from outside the door. "What do you mean, resigned? What generation gap? It was your family's little waste who drove the teacher away! I saw it with my own eyes. Tsk, she was infuriating... Stupid, ugly, and barbaric..."
Nalan Ye-Jue shot him a cold glance.
Bai Chi was about to continue vividly describing how Lan Qingxin had assaulted his eyes and soul.
But then,
Nalan Ye-Jue cut him off and instructed Lu Bing, "Find another tutor for her, an older student. Someone young."
Lu Bing: "Yes!"
Bai Chi didn't understand. "Jue, your little waste is beyond saving. No tutor can help her. I saw her at Imperial University today, and she's still just as hopeless..."
Nalan Ye-Jue said coolly, "Have you been very concerned about her lately?"
Bai Chi: "No, I..."
Had he?
Absolutely not!
Why would he care about that hideously ugly little waste?
"I'm concerned about your robot, of course. I spent ages looking at it in the exhibition hall just now!" Bai Chi said with a grin.
Nalan Ye-Jue instructed Lu Bing without changing expression, "From now on, the robot exhibition hall is off-limits to outsiders."
Bai Chi: "..."
What was going on?
What had he done wrong?
==
Imperial University.
Girls' dormitory.
In the cool, water-like depths of the night, a faint moan broke the silence.
"Mmm—!"
Qin Xin was breathing rapidly, tension radiating from every pore!
Because once again, she had been inexplicably pinned into a bathtub by a strange man!
This time, she could feel the water in the bathtub, cool and slowly rising.
But the man's hand was even colder than the water. He gripped her wrist tightly and raised both her hands, holding her like a helpless rag doll as he forcefully pinned her against the bathtub's icy edge, exactly as he pleased!
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