Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
For instance, giving Xiao Yu a pulse pillow and helping him roll up his sleeves.
These tasks were originally meant to be carried out by Xiao Yuâs attendant, Xiao Si.
But Su Miaoyan blinked her watery eyes. âSister has always been used to me helping her by her side.â
This little miss looked adorable. Who could resist her?
If it werenât for Xiao Si guarding Xiao Yu and preventing him from leaving, he would have been persuaded by her to go outside.
Seeing that Xiao Si wasnât budging, Su Miaoyan took the opportunity to chat with Xiao Yu. âYoung Master Xiao, whatâs your full name? How old are you this year?â
Xiao Yu didnât respond immediately. Instead, it was Xiao Si who eagerly chimed in, âHis family name is Yu. He is twenty this yearâ¦â
Before Xiao Si could finish, Xiao Yu gave him a cold glare.
With that glance, he seemed to transform into a different person, cold and ruthless. Xiao Si was so frightened that he immediately fell silent, muttering to himself, âHavenât 1 always been speaking on behalf of others?â
His young master was a man of few words, seldom engaging in conversation with others.
However, facing Su Miaoyan, Xiao Yuâs lips parted. âXiao Yu, twenty-one.â
Su Miaoyanâs heart melted at the sound of his voice. This brotherâs voice was so pleasing! Like aged wine in an alley, it carried an intoxicating resonance and a faint hoarsenessâ¦
Moving closer, Su Miaoyan extended her small hand toward Xiao Yu, feigning ignorance. âWhich character? Brother, could you write it for me to see?â
Xiao Si was dumbfounded. âMiss, you come from the Marquisâs Manor, yet you donât recognize this character?â
Ignoring him, Su Miaoyan pouted and extended her fair and tender palm before Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu, who typically maintained distance from others and rarely touched them, reached out his finger and inscribed the character âYuâ onto her fair palm.
There was a thin layer of calluses on his fingers, likely from years of holding a brush. When his finger traced her palm, it tickled and felt slightly cold.
Su Miaoyan held Xiao Yuâs hand, warming it up. She even complimented him, âBrother is handsome, and your name is beautiful too!â
Her pure, sweet smile warmed everyoneâs hearts.
For some reason, a smile broke through Xiao Yuâs usually indifferent demeanor.
Xiao Si was utterly shocked!
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Was he blind?
Still in disbelief, Xiao Si watched as Su Yingxue approached with all her prepared items. Glancing at Su Miaoyan, who had been taking advantage of the situation, Su Yingxue reminded her, âThatâs enough. Can you let go of my patientâs hand now, Su Miaoyan?â
Su Yingxueâs reprimand caused Su Miaoyan to stiffen and retreat to the side.
Naturally, she released Xiao Yuâs hand.
As Su Yingxue directed Xiao Yu to place his hand on the pulse pillow, their skin made contact. When Su Yingxue, the doctor, touched Xiao Yu, a trace of evident disgust flashed across his eyes.
Pretending not to notice, Su Yingxue turned away, only to find Su Miaoyan smirking at her as if to say, âSee, the handsome brother likes me, not you!â
âTsk!â Su Yingxue rolled her eyes at her. She was a doctor, not a coin. She didnât need everyone to adore her.
However, as she examined Xiao Yuâs pulse, she felt that things were becoming more complicated.
She inquired of Xiao Yu, âDid Madam give birth to a young master prematurely? Are you congenitally weak?â
Xiao Yuâs attitude toward her was markedly different from his treatment of Su Miaoyan. He remained silent, and Xiao Si answered on his behalf, âYes, when Madam was eight months pregnant, a Daoist visited, warning of an evil spiritâs influence. The young master was born prematurely andâ¦â
âAnd heâs frail and sickly?â Su Yingxue interjected..