Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!-Chapter 202: What Would Qin Xin Do If She Were Still Alive?

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Chapter 202: Chapter 202: What Would Qin Xin Do If She Were Still Alive?

Watching as Hong Jingtian made his escape with such a pathetic excuse, Qin Xin touched her face, feeling disoriented by the wind.

Uncle, even faking a bathroom break would be better than that lousy excuse.

Intelligence!

Intelligence is a valuable thing, don’t lose it.

The lecture had been going on for less than an hour when the speaker slipped away, leaving the scene in a bit of chaos.

The classmates groaned in unison:

"I haven’t heard enough yet. The President of the Red Society was just talking about whether BMP-16 can cure people with paralyzed legs... Can it or can’t it? I didn’t hear the answer, and it’s killing me!"

"Exactly, exactly, I also wanted to know if the research team is recruiting students for internships. I’m willing to volunteer for free, ahhhh!"

"I wanted to get an autograph from the President of the Red Society. He’s such a lovable uncle! How does he already have a wife and kids, boohoo..."

In the crowd, Lan Yingjun was particularly disappointed.

He had prepared some brilliant questions, planning to ask them in the Q&A session at the end of the lecture to catch Hong Jingtian’s attention, then use the chance to chat and build a connection with this big shot.

Who knew, it might even help his pharmaceutical company.

In the end, the big shot left halfway through.

Everything was ruined.

All that preparation for nothing!

Lan Yingjun didn’t look pleased.

Just then, Qin Wenrou, having changed outfits, rushed back: "Brother Jun, what’s wrong? Aren’t you attending the lecture anymore? Shall we go watch a movie instead?"

Lan Yingjun spoke with a hint of displeasure: "Stop kidding. How can I think of watching a movie at a time like this?"

There are so many issues at the company, with tight finances, and he’s really stressed!

Qin Wenrou immediately read his mood and changed her tone: "Brother Jun, I’m not suggesting a movie for fun, but because I heard that the recently released movie by Shen Bixue, ’A Girl’s Courage,’ was invested in by a pharmaceutical industry bigwig. Let’s go watch it, so when you chat with the investor about business, you’ll have something to talk about, right?"

Lan Yingjun’s expression finally softened a lot: "Alright then."

That’s what was good about Qin Wenrou; she was always focused on him, prioritizing his career first and foremost in whatever she did.

He needed a woman like this. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

A compliant, sensible, and adoring woman.

But for some reason, the face of a short-haired, handsome girl involuntarily appeared in his mind.

If Qin Xin were still alive, what would she do?

Probably still be indifferent to him.

She might even give him a disdainful glare.

It seemed like she never fulfilled her duties as a girlfriend; even their initial relationship was due to the elders of the Qin Family and the Lan Family setting it up, and she just didn’t have the time to oppose it.

Lan Yingjun closed his eyes, feeling a suffocating sensation.

"Let’s go."

==

The lecture was abruptly cut off, and the date couldn’t continue.

Nalan Ye Jue glanced at the time, seeing it was just past four in the afternoon.

This moment didn’t seem suitable for suggesting dinner together.

Meanwhile, Qin Xin had already stood up, a faint hint of coldness creeping over her fair face, as if the next second she would resolutely spit out the words "Goodbye."

Nalan Ye Jue didn’t give her the chance to say "Goodbye."

He spoke warmly, "Help me push the wheelchair."

Qin Xin’s lips moved, with no way to refuse: "Alright... fine."

Touching the cold handle of the wheelchair made her regain some clarity.

Thinking of the original intention of their date today, she somewhat wanted to get straight to the point about canceling the engagement: "Mr. Nalan, let’s talk..."

Nalan Ye Jue suddenly interrupted her politely: "Miss Qin, could you help me by driving? The traffic outside seems a bit complicated."

His long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his gaze was directed towards the parking lot outside the lecture hall.