Xiangxiang suddenly reminded her, "By the way, Little Miss, you can ask Secretary Lu. He’s been by Young Master’s side for a long time. He might remember if you got hurt when you were a child."
Qin Xin frowned slightly, "It’s okay. That’s not important."
If she were to dwell on insignificant details from over a decade ago, she might not find answers but rather more confusion.
She didn’t want to trap herself.
Qin Xin came out of Xiangxiang’s ward and saw Nalan Ye Jue, who was dealing with work by the long bench in the hallway, lift his head and close his laptop.
Qin Xin knew he had a lot on his plate, and the matters he needed to decide were invaluable. If he was absent for a few hours, it was manageable, but if it stretched to a day or two, many things in the group would come to a halt.
She quickly said, "You go ahead and continue with your work."
But Nalan Ye Jue shook his head, "It’s okay. That’s not important."
While she was busy with surgery, he would use the gaps in time to handle billion-dollar business contracts. But once she was no longer busy, he’d drop everything to focus entirely on accompanying her.
What truly mattered in his heart was obvious.
Qin Xin’s nose tingled, and she gently said, holding his wheelchair, "I want to give you a wedding gift."
Nalan Ye Jue looked up with interest and couldn’t help but tease her, "Is the young lady so impatient that she wants to marry her husband tonight?"
The surge of emotion Qin Xin had just felt was interrupted by the man’s cheeky joke, and she shot him a glare, "A gift is just a gift. I’m giving it early because it can’t be presented at the wedding. Don’t overthink it."
Nalan Ye Jue’s lips curved, his smile nearly overflowing, "I understand."
After all, they were getting married.
As long as she was happy, it was all that mattered.
But why was the young lady pushing him towards the operating room?
He held back from asking until Qin Xin had him wheeled into another VIP operating room next to Ao Xinghao’s little trio, and even locked the door...
Nalan Ye Jue’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he couldn’t help but ask, "What is the young lady planning to do..."
Qin Xin unbuttoned his coat and signaled him to lie down on the operating table.
Nalan Ye Jue’s Adam’s apple bobbed again, and he followed her instructions, even taking off his pants.
Unable to resist, he blurted out, "So the young lady likes it in an operating room..."
Is this the behavior pattern favored by a surgeon?
So after marriage, does he have to accommodate the young lady’s preference by changing the red pear wood carved big bed in the master bedroom at home to an operating table?
He really needs to get used to this.
"Well, come on, I can do it for my wife."
Nalan Ye Jue turned to the side on the operating table, extending his arm towards Qin Xin.
Initially, Qin Xin didn’t realize what he was muttering and was earnestly preparing for what was to come.
However, when a man who is generally serious, gentle, and elegant leans on his side with his head propped up, looking so languid and flirtatious as he stretches out his hand to her, she understood, no matter how slow-witted she might be.
Could the man really think the gift she wanted to give was... "a pre-wedding night"?!
That’s ridiculous.
Qin Xin, both shocked and amused, snapped, "Don’t move, wait until I’m ready."
She pulled out a roll of tape from the cabinet.
Grinding her teeth, she tore off four strips and secured Nalan Ye Jue’s hands and feet.
Nalan Ye Jue let out a light cough, "The young lady really opened my eyes tonight. I didn’t realize her preference for something so... intense."
Qin Xin glared at him, holding the tape up in front of him, "Shut up. Or else..."
Nalan Ye Jue grinned, "The young lady wouldn’t want to seal her husband’s mouth. Without sound, a lot of the feeling would be lost."
Qin Xin: "..."
The next second, she sealed his lips!
Of course, it was with tape.