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…

turned the laptop screen around, “But Sis, why

around and clicked on a few buttons. She realized it really was a simple

lend me your laptop

Zhi assumed she want to play the

should take this chance to rest. If you’re really that bored,

in your bag, that’ll keep you entertained in the meantime,” Xinghe said in a tone

above, he rarely

would feel inscrutably happy every time he managed to fulfill

“I’ll only let you play for one hour, okay? If you don’t return my laptop then, I won’t let you play with

Xinghe ignored him.

warmed to the sensations that

wavered as she stared at the

been years since she

had forgotten the knowledge that was once imprinted

barrier that stood between her and these piles of codes even though she should have

line of code. She couldn’t help but wonder if the code she

were moving on their own, surviving on motor memory that was seared into her brain. Things became clearer as more completed code