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The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!
Chapter 677 - 677: You Deserve the BestChapter 677: You Deserve the Best
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StuEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Qin Muyan stood up and said in a strong voice, “When you are feeling better, I will cto propose marriage to you.”
Su Yingxue was persistent that he would never let go of it.
After Qin Muyan left, Xiao Yu also resigned.
Compared to Chu Yihan and Qin Muyan, he didn’t show any strong emotions. Instead, he remained very calm and composed after witnessing so many events. He was so indifferent that it seemed as if he wasn’t involved at all.
Su Miaoyan volunteered to see the guests off on behalf of her sister. When she escorted Xiao Yu, Su Qingzhi gave Xiao Yu a deep look.
“General, I’m afraid this young man isn’t simple,” Su Wei said beside him.
Su Qingzhi nodded. “He’s indifferent and otherworldly, yet at ease. He’s truly a talented among men.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIf he were the head of the family, Xiao Yu would be perfect, but as a husband…
Su Qingzhi knew very well that he would never choose a cold-hearted person like Xiao Yu for Su Yingxue.
Su Miaoyan walked to Xiao Yu’s side, her long hair styled into a simple bun. The tassels on the hairpin tinkled, making her voice even crisper. “HandsBrother, why did you propose to my Sister Xue? Do you like her very much?”
Xiao Yu’s gaze shifted to her. Under his indifference, there was a layer of pity that was difficult to see through.
Xiao Yu replied, “Not bad.”
“Not bad?” Su Miaoyan was confused.
How could liking someone be like evaluating food? Was there such an answer?
Did he like her sister?
He couldn’t understand it.
Xiao Si pushed Xiao Yu’s wheelchair, and when he saw Su Miaoyan’s confused face, he laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.
His young master said that it was “not bad,” implying it was merely acceptable.
With Su Yingxue’s status and strength, she was worthy of being the young mistress of the Xiao family. Moreover, she was so beautiful that she could topple a country. It was even rarer for her to be able to cure Xiao Yu.
That was why Xiao Yu’s father, the head of the Xiao family, had asked Xiao Yu to cand propose marriage after weighing the pros and cons.
However, it seemed that things weren’t going well today.
“HandsBrother, you have to be responsible for marrying my sister! You have to love her and spoil her, and you need to be very capable!” When Su Miaoyan escorted Xiao Yu to the entrance of the Marquis’s Manir, she tilted her head and smiled at him.
“Why?” Xiao Yu said indifferently.
“Because Sister Xue deserves the best!” After Su Miaoyan finished speaking, she pointed outside the door. “We’re here, take care, HandsBrother!”
When Su Miaoyan turned around and returned to the manor, she was still thinking that if Xiao Yu were also her brother-in-law, she would be able to see him often. She liked to see his face!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHow good would it be to see it every day!
Xiao Yu sat in the carriage and took out a paper crane from his bosom. It was folded by Su Miaoyan when she was in Qilin Garden, and there was still a faint fragrance on it.
“You deserve the best.”
Xiao Yu’s eyes gradually deepened, and a touch of darkness covered all the light.
In the Marquis Manor’s ancestral hall, Su Yingxue knelt until late into the night. Zhilan and Su Miaoyan kept clamoring to accompany her, but after accompanying her until midnight, Su Miaoyan still could not help but fall asleep on the ground.
Zhilan and the nanny brought her back, leaving Su Yingxue alone in the ancestral hall.
Su Yingxue knelt until her knees went numb. She did not feel anything and did not stand up.
Su Qingzhi cin and offered incense to his ancestors.
When he looked at Su Yingxue again, he realized that her eyes were clear. Perhaps she had already cleared the fog in her heart.
Su Qingzhi lowered his head and looked at her. “Why aren’t you getting up now? Are you blamingfor not agreeing to marry you to the Ninth Prince?”