Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Qin Si and Bao Jingxing started fighting again.

Ye Wangchuan ignored the two of them and went straight upstairs to find someone.

"KouKou——"

Qiao Nian's door was closed, so he raised his hand and knocked on the door twice.

I thought the people inside were still sleeping, but I didn't expect that the next second the door was opened from the inside, and I saw the girl slowly making way for him to enter.

Qiao Nian was wearing home pajamas. The furry coral velvet pajamas made her feel inexplicably lazy. She returned to the computer and pulled up a chair to sit down. She raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes: "Sit."

Ye Wangchuan found a place to sit down by himself and asked her, "When did you get up?"

Qiao Nian was still looking at the things on her laptop, so she pulled out Ji Qing's USB flash drive and put it in the drawer, while answering him calmly: "Two hours ago, I didn't look at the time, it was probably nine." Looks like a lot."

She searched the browser for the inverse equation she had been thinking about before. The results that popped up on the web page were not satisfactory, and there were still not many reference materials.

Qiao Nian simply gave up searching on the Internet and pushed away the mouse in her hand. She seemed to remember that there was another person in the room. She leaned back and leaned on the swivel chair to look at him: "What do you want from me?"

Looking at her fair face, Ye Wangchuan didn't seem to realize what time it was. He raised the corner of Cen Bo's lips and said, "Qin Si downstairs is waiting for you to eat."

Qiao Nian glanced at the time on the computer.

13:00.

One o'clock? She was a little surprised.

Qiao Nian noticed the time, raised her hand and rubbed the center of her brow, slightly suppressed her world-weary temperament, and said, "I'll change my clothes and go down right away."

Normally, Ye Wangchuan should take the initiative to go out at this time, leaving Qiao Nian a space to change clothes alone.

Who knew he was still sitting on the edge of the bed without moving.

Qiao Nian's temples twitched twice, and she couldn't figure out if he was sitting there motionless because he wanted to watch her change clothes.

Soon Ye Wangchuan gave up her idea.

Eyes as deep as the sea captured her: "I heard that you are going to represent the Ji family in this treasure hunting event held at Mingshui Mansion."

He put his hands back on the bed, and his whole body sank, looking very lazy and carefree: "Qiao Shen, don't you explain it to me?"

There was clearly a smile on his lips.

The smile didn't reach his eyes.

No matter how dull she was, Qiao Nian could tell that he was unhappy. She subconsciously took away the hand on her temple and opened her mouth.

"I……"

Ye Wangchuan stared at her with narrow eyes: "Qiao Shen is used to being alone. It's not your fault that he doesn't have the habit of discussing things with others."

Qiao Nian: "..."

Why did she feel that when he said 'I don't blame you', it sounded different to her ears.

But Ye Wangchuan's initiative to bring this up made her realize that she was too reckless when she made the decision, and she should at least inform him.

"I'll remember to tell you next time."

Qiao Nian has a good attitude towards admitting his mistakes.

That's pretty good.

Ye Wangchuan narrowed his eyes but said nothing: "Do you know how many pairs of eyes are staring at this treasure hunt competition?"

Qiao Nian was noncommittal: "I know."

Ye Wangchuan looked at her again: "Then do you know that they will take this opportunity to eliminate you, the biggest obstacle?"

Qiao Nian has already considered this.

She raised her raven-black eyelashes, her overly young face couldn't contain her unruly look, and her eyes were unrestrained: "I know."

She went on to say: "There are many people who want me to have an accident, but not many people who really dare to do it. The Ji family needs a victory to stabilize people's hearts. They can't find a more suitable person. Only I can save the day." There’s nothing we can do about it…”