My Loyal Husband After Our Divorce

“What is this 2000 RMB job about?”

Xia Zhi was taken aback. He had no idea why his sister would suddenly be curious about a project that he was going to reject but he explained it patiently, “It’s to code a mini game. I’ve done something like this before but it took me four days. My senior wanted this done in two days so I’m sure I can’t finish it on time.”

“Let me take a look at it…” Xinghe sat up in her bed. Xia Zhi quickly put away his laptop to stop her, adding, “Sis, please sit still, you’re going to pull out the IV.”

“You worry too much. Let me see what kind of mini-game you’re making,” Xinghe smiled.

Xia Zhi was an only son, so after his father took in Xinghe, she became the big sister that he always wanted but never had.

Maybe it was the power elder siblings hold over their younger counterparts but for some reason, Xia Zhi was always ready to entertain Xinghe’s requests.

Xinghe had never once coerced her brother into doing things with either words or force, but Xia Zhi had an unnatural obeisance towards his sister.

He intuited that there was something extraordinary and impressive about his sister even though he couldn’t exactly put his fingers on it. The last six years they spent together hadn’t cleared up the mystery either…

is it,” Xia Zhi said as he turned the laptop screen around,

the cursor around and clicked on a few buttons. She realized it really

you lend me your laptop for

Zhi assumed she want to play the game because she

to rest. If you’re really that bored, why not sleep? Playing video games is

your bag, that’ll keep you entertained in the meantime,” Xinghe said in a tone that brooked no argument.

he rarely

happy every time he managed to fulfill

out a programming text book and advised worriedly, “I’ll only let you play for one hour, okay? If you don’t return my laptop then, I won’t

Xinghe ignored him.

the screen as her fingers slowly warmed to the sensations

she stared at the codes

been years since she worked with

had forgotten the knowledge that was once

that stood between her and these piles

code. She couldn’t help but wonder if the code she wrote were nothing more than a

continued working as if they were moving on their own, surviving on motor memory that