Yu Qinglu wore the sa shoes as the doctor from earlier, but she didn’t mind that Nan Wan mistook her for soone else. She smiled gently, her voice soft, "Miss Nan, what a coincidence to run into you here."
It wasn’t a familiar voice.
Nan Wan’s vague and unfocused gaze gathered as she slowly lifted her head to see a not entirely unfamiliar face.
Not long ago, she was still moving around in a wheelchair, but now she stood perfectly fine in front of her.
Could this be one of those miraculous occurrences in dicine?
It was quite intriguing.
She smiled faintly, "It indeed is."
"Miss Nan, you might not know, but your brother and Mu Huan have been classmates since kindergarten, all the way until Mu Huan went to An City," Yu Qinglu sat down beside her, her manner was graceful and composed, "So, I know your brother, too. I just wanted to visit him without any other intentions, but the doctor didn’t let in."
She sounded sowhat regretful in her final words.
Nan Wan wasn’t working today, so she wasn’t wearing the alienating white coat, but instead a warm-toned beige coat. The red bean-shaped ruby pendant lay quietly at her collarbone, projecting a gentle and serene beauty.
Yet when she didn’t smile, her quarter-blooded exquisite features exuded an aloof deanor, with little fluctuation in her eyes, "There are rules in hospitals. If outsiders are casually let into the ward and sothing happens, no one can bear the responsibility."
Yu Qinglu seed to realize her misconduct at that mont, she smiled awkwardly, "You’re right."
The previously unhealthy pallor on her face, often hidden in darkness, had improved significantly, she no longer looked so haggard, and her long hair was neatly arranged.
She stroked a few strands of hair between her fingers slowly with a slight curve at the corners of her lips, "Miss Nan is a smart person, you should have seen through my thoughts early on."
Nan Wan’s gaze fell toward the direction of the ward, left open a fingers’ width, allowing Jiashu to co out.
Twenty minutes had passed, and she wasn’t sure what the little one had told her third brother.
Retracting her gaze, she held a polite yet distant smile, "I’m married. If you’re here to see as a doctor, you can call Doctor Nan. But I’m on vacation, Miss Yu is not my patient, addressing as Mrs. Mu would be more appropriate."
Mrs. Mu...
Hearing this, Yu Qinglu’s fingers paused before she let out a light chuckle.
She thought, how could anyone who catches Mu Huan’s eye be just a pretty face without any brains?
"My ties with Mu Huan aren’t easily severed, what he owes ..." Yu Qinglu stopped here, turning to look at Nan Wan’s profile with a aningful smile, "is a life."
Nan Wan also smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Her expression remained serene.
Yu Qinglu thought she knew nothing, but in fact, Mu Jinhuan had already roughly told her what happened, clearly enough that she didn’t need any more details.
Her gaze lingered on the wall opposite the corridor, her thumb unconsciously rubbing the wedding ring on her left hand, an object that provided her peace when he wasn’t around.
Her voice was calm and steady, "Miss Yu is still alive, so what he owes isn’t to you."
"Thinking like that, indeed, makes sense, but... precisely because I’m still alive, everything he owes and makes up for lies with ."
Nan Wan turned her head, eting Yu Qinglu’s gaze, her eyes full of mockery and disdain unhidden, "So you said nothing, just proved to on the wedding night that you’re important to him?"
Why the mockery?
Such transparent tactics hardly held any aning.
Why the disdain?
No matter how bad things were for Nan Wan, she was still from a prestigious family. Even though Nan Chengzhi didn’t pay much attention to her as a child, she was expected to et the standards of a lady from a young age; her innate pride had always been there.
Yu Qinglu, though uncomfortable with the way Nan Wan looked at her, knew that to win elegantly, one must endure, so her smile showed no flaws as she openly admitted, "Yes, I used a bit of cunning, but you can’t deny that I succeeded."
Indeed, she succeeded.
The soles of Nan Wan’s feet felt a chill, which crept up her heel, invading her limbs, "If he doesn’t expose it, do you really think he doesn’t know?"
At those words, the curve at Yu Qinglu’s lips froze for two seconds, but soon regained its natural deanor, "Whether he knows I’m being manipulative or not, don’t you think it speaks volus?"
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