Chapter 1170: Don't Touch a Single Hair on My Wife!

This photo album is Qin Xiaoshuang’s treasure, after all, Qin Xin doesn’t particularly like taking photos as keepsakes, so each photo here is almost a rare edition.

Nalan Ye Jue opened the album and compared each of Qin Xin’s childhood photos with those of Lan Qingxin at the same age.

He was taken aback to discover that there was an indescribable resemblance in their demeanor and actions!

Only as they grew older, did their temperaments take off in opposite directions, drifting further apart.

His fingertips trembled slightly as they skimmed over the two similar yet dissimilar photos.

After a moment’s contemplation, he pushed the door open and walked out.

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At the entrance of the cold storage.

Lu Yi was on the night shift.

That night, Bai Chi was guarding Lan Qingxin’s body. Normally easygoing and carefree, Mr. Bai surprisingly couldn’t be reasoned with and insisted on guarding her alone, driving Lu Yi and the other bodyguards out—saying he wanted to spend time alone with his wife and whisper secrets.

Lu Yi was speechless.

Is she really your wife?

Have the other two agreed?

Did Young Master and Young Madam agree?

He boredly swiped his phone.

Swiping, he found the “Inner Palace Expert WeChat Group” quite lively. Usually not talkative, Lu Bing was suddenly chatty, feverishly posting and meme wars in the group.

Moreover, all the posts were the same——

“Young Madam is so so so cool!”

There were pictures of Qin Xin competing in college races at Imperial University, as the national medical contest champion, Qin Xin racing cars, and Qin Xin attending important meetings as the president of the Global Designer Association…

Lu Bing, once a black fan, had truly become a devoted fan!

Lu Yi pouted.

Thinking, hmph, you still don’t know, Miss Qin is actually Xinghe, right?

So your fandom isn’t as deep-rooted as mine!

Just as he was thinking of secretly mocking Lu Bing.

Unexpectedly, an aura colder than the cold storage itself came from outside.

Lu Yi shivered and looked up to see Nalan Ye Jue striding over.

Oh my gosh, ever since Mr. Emperor’s leg was healed by Miss Qin, his aura has become so much stronger that, as a close bodyguard, it’s a bit overwhelming for him: “Y-Young Master!”

He thought Young Master was here for inspection.

Unexpectedly, the man brushed past him and directly entered the cold storage.

Lu Yi tensed up.

Gosh, why would Young Master want to see the young missy?

In the middle of the night, wouldn’t it be nice to sleep well with Miss Qin?

He fidgeted, wanting to send a message to warn Qin Xin, then suddenly realized he truly stood completely on Qin Xin’s side. Wasn’t that a bit unfair to the deceased little missy?

Ugh, it was truly too conflicting.

Respect for the deceased, perhaps it was permissible for Mr. Emperor to secretly see the little missy in the middle of the night?

In his heart, Lu Yi suddenly conjured the complicated imagine a conflicted middle-aged married man, overlapping with that of his Young Master.

Love, new love, old love, truly is not easy.

The complex emotional experiences of a man are truly troublesome.

While Lu Yi was adding drama to himself, Nalan Ye Jue had already silently entered the cold storage and arrived in front of the cryogenic box preserving Lan Qingxin’s body.

He pressed the fingerprint lock, and the cryogenic box opened instantly.

Due to the low-temperature treatment, Lan Qingxin’s body emitted wisps of white smoke, appearing ethereal.

Nalan Ye Jue murmured, “Sorry, little Qingxin. Brother needs to verify something and must take something from you.”

As soon as his hand touched Lan Qingxin’s hair.

He heard a scream: “Don’t touch my wifey, not even a single strand!”

Bai Chi, fuming, looked at Nalan Ye Jue as if he were a thief!

[Master Yun: Goodnight kiss! Yesterday, some demon said master was too brief, ahem, tonight master will be a bit longer!]