Mrs. Nalan sneered, "Pfft, it’s so cheap, I’m afraid it won’t make a good gift. I don’t even know if Xinghe likes to drink..."
She paused for a mont, then talked to herself, "Oh well, n, when they face sothing unpleasant, a couple of drinks and it’s all good, right? No matter what, I want to give him the best wine, let him cheer up and write the most badass, coolest, most handso words..."
Mrs. Nalan’s muttering left Lu Yi completely confused.
Nalan Ye Jue had a deep look in his eyes.
He suddenly raised his hand lightly and pressed his index finger on the smart fingerprint lock of the wine cellar, "You can take it."
Mrs. Nalan was pleasantly surprised, "Really? You’re agreeing, son?"
Nalan Ye Jue: "Mm. Also take the box next to it."
Mrs. Nalan was overjoyed, "Dear son, I finally feel you are truly mine."
Nalan Ye Jue: "..."
Did you always think of as soone you picked up?
Lu Yi was stunned: "..."
Young Master, madam, the box next to it is even more expensive, alright.
It’s simply the most expensive wine in the cellar, top-notch Hennessy, no competition!
The most knowledgeable wine connoisseur could sll it and ascend to heaven.
Museum-level vintage wine.
Young Master actually just allowed it to be given away to outsiders???
Has the madam gotten muddle-headed with age, and Young Master too?
Lu Yi watched helplessly as Mrs. Nalan took away the two boxes of ridiculously expensive wine, feeling as if his heart was breaking.
==
Royal Academy.
Because Xinghe hadn’t updated for two days, the bet between Song Anjing and Qiu Gang still had no result.
Every day, Qiu Gang swaggered around in front of the dical College and Pharmacy College students, "Haha, you all just wait to lose miserably. Xinghe will definitely write according to my idea."
Song Anjing spat at him angrily a few tis, then turned and worried, resting her chin on her hand:
"When will Xinghe update? I’m so worried... Xinxin, how about we also send him so gifts to help him get better sooner? Soone in the fan group said Xinghe might have been in a car accident, hurt his leg, and now can only sit in a wheelchair being wheeled around to soak up so sun... So, I want to give him a pink bear chair cushion I sewed myself, to make sitting in a wheelchair a bit more comfortable."
Qin Xin had just taken a sip of water and almost spat it out: "..."
She isn’t unable to walk; her legs are perfectly fine, thank you very much.
Who knows, Song Anjing then said, "But there are also fans saying, even if Xinghe can’t walk, his hands can still move, he shouldn’t be taking a break. He can sit in the wheelchair and type on the computer to update for us, right? That seems to make so sense, doesn’t it?"
Qin Xin: "...Cough, cough, cough."
Isn’t this a hater?
So harsh.
==
Evening.
Qin Xin went to the publisher, ca ho, and gave Xiao Shuang so tips on guitar, ate a few bites, then went upstairs to the study to focus on writing.
When Nalan Ye Jue entered, his gaze swept over two boxes of expensive Hennessy, the seals on the boxes identical to those in his wine cellar collection, he couldn’t help but slightly curl his lips.
His eyes caught sight of a cheeky pink chair cushion, with a poorly embroidered bear on it, and his mouth twitched.
Is his little wife bringing ho all sorts of tasteless gifts?
He quietly picked up the pink cushion and handed it to Xiao Shuang, "It’s cold, use it when you play."
"Thanks, Brother-in-law!"
"Where is she?"
"Sis is in the study, Brother-in-law, tonight’s dinner was made by the servant, Sis barely ate anything." Xiao Shuang promptly reported.
Nalan Ye Jue slightly curled his lips, "Mm."
He rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing a strong arm, and walked into the kitchen.
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