Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Qin Xin was slightly startled.

Today, it seemed like the man doubted her memory for the second time.

Had she been to this place before? Why did she have no impression at all?

”Want to go up and take a look?”

He held her hand.

Qin Xin hesitantly glanced at his wheelchair.

Yet, the man skillfully opened the hidden rail on the other side of the wooden staircase.

It turned out this staircase was designed to allow the wheelchair to glide up and down.

Such a clever design.

The two of them went up the stairs to the third floor.

Qin Xin immediately felt she had returned to a familiar environment—the third floor consisted of several very spacious and clean VIP wards, with a faint smell of disinfectant seemingly lingering in the air.

This building used to be the VIP wing of the Imperial Hospital.

It was meant for hosting important clients.

Now, the first floor was converted into a private restaurant, while the third floor still retained the original facilities.

Nalan Ye Jue led her through the wards, stopping at the largest room at the end.

Qin Xin glanced at the sign on the door.

Ward No. 0.

This must be the room enjoying the most prestigious service, right?

Nalan Ye Jue opened the door; inside was incredibly neat, as if someone cleaned it daily.

The equipment inside was also state-of-the-art, with even a mini robot on standby in front of the hospital bed.

Yet, Qin Xin still felt it was a bit odd: ”Uh, isn’t visiting a ward kind of... too abrupt, after all, we’re just guests here for dinner. It seems to be operating, and if the doctors and nurses find out we’re wandering around, wouldn’t that be awkward?”

Nalan Ye Jue slightly curved his lips: ”It won’t be awkward. If Little Madam feels tired, resting here for a while is fine too.”

He took the lead, moving to the hospital bed, got up from the wheelchair, gently supported the bed rail, lay sideways on the bed, and patted the clean sheet: ”Give it a try. This bed is quite nice, it’s custom-made, doesn’t feel like a hospital at all.”

Qin Xin was stunned.

As if driven by some unseen force, she walked to the other side of the bed and tried sitting on the edge.

Then she imitated him, lying sideways at the edge of the bed.

Her little feet dangled over the bed, to avoid dirtying the sheets with her shoes.

Originally thinking that lying like this would be uncomfortable, but who knew, the mattress felt like a cloud, lifting her body, offering real relaxation.

”Is this mattress... custom-made by you? Why does it feel so familiar...”

Qin Xin was puzzled.

Nalan Ye Jue’s smile deepened: ”The mattress at the Xinghe Bay is the same model.”

Qin Xin: ”Oh.”

No wonder it felt familiar.

However, the next second.

Nalan Ye Jue continued: ”Your Red Sandalwood bed at the Qin Family uses the same model too.”

Qin Xin nearly rolled off the bed edge.

”How do you know my bed at the Qin Family is Red Sandalwood, and know what my mattress is like?”

Mr. Nalan, hadn’t he never been inside her boudoir?

Who knew.

The man calmly replied: ”Because Little Madam’s Red Sandalwood was the betrothal gift I gave you back then.”

Qin Xin almost choked on her breath, her cheeks reddening: ”Nonsense, it wasn’t so early that we got engaged...”

Nalan Ye Jue smiled deeply: ”Moreover, it was the betrothal gift Little Madam personally asked me for back then.”

Qin Xin: ”...”

Don’t bully her for having a poor memory, that never happened, okay?

Their engagement was only brought up a few months ago, wasn’t it?

Seeing the little woman denying, Nalan Ye Jue finally played his trump card.

He suddenly approached Qin Xin, pressing his forehead against hers: ”Little Madam truly doesn’t remember ever sleeping on my hospital bed back then?”

Qin Xin’s breathing suddenly tightened.

Back then?

Which back then?