The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! Chapter 1442: 1437: He Only Hates Himself

Chapter 1442: Chapter 1437: He Only Hates Himself

Mu Qianya felt a chill run through her body, yet she remained remarkably composed as she told him, “I did deceive her by using Zhang Daniu to coax her into obedience, but the situation is improving, isn’t it? You must admit that frightening her with your presence has no benefit to her recovery. Zhang Daniu, however, is her psychological comfort. He can provide her with temporary relief. Her wounds haven’t healed, and her mory hasn’t returned. You love her so much; do you still want to agitate her at this ti? Xiao Yu, do you truly love her or not?”

“You have no right to question ,” Xiao Yu replied, his gaze dark and icy.

Unable to argue with him and thinking she might be killed by Xiao Yu, Mu Qianya breathed a sigh of relief when he wheeled away, and she imdiately went to find Feng Ling to prepare sothing for her.

Su Miaoyan hid behind and thought over and over for a long ti, counting on her fingers what she wanted to say to Brother Daniu. But even after counting, she couldn’t rember everything, so she took pen and paper to write and draw, to prevent forgetting too quickly.

When Su Miaoyan was ready to run out from around the bed, she didn’t see Zhang Daniu but instead saw a pure white wall with a tall shadow on it. The shadow spoke, “Xiaohua’er, are you doing okay? I dug up so fresh wild vegetables for you, I’ll make you porridge tonight!”

The paper in Su Miaoyan’s hands rustled to the floor as she jumped excitedly on the spot, “Brother Daniu! It’s really you! Brother Daniu!!”

She rushed towards the shadow, but ‘Zhang Daniu’ spoke again, “Xiaohua’er, don’t run; don’t hurt yourself.”

“Brother Daniu! I… I’ll be good! I’m really being good! I didn’t listen to your sister, I’ve been eating properly every day. Look at my legs, they don’t hurt as much anymore!”

Su Miaoyan lifted her skirt and slowly twirled on the spot; she moved more gracefully than before, showing the bone that had been misaligned was now set, and she could walk and run again.

“Xiaohua’er is really good! Keep eating well, take your dicine, and grow into the most beautiful Xiaohua’er! I’ll co to see you again in a few days!”

‘Zhang Daniu’s’ figure suddenly vanished, and Su Miaoyan imdiately ran out to look but found nothing.

She was disappointed for a while, spinning in place, but the thought that Zhang Daniu had co to see her made her smile again happily. She avoided the broken pieces on the ground and carefully went back to lie down on the bed.

Watching from outside the window, Mu Qianya sighed with relief, “Tonight, Miaoyan will surely have a good rest, and her body will start to recover.”

She had caught a chill in the lake water today and had a sweat, but after taking so dicine tomorrow morning, she would recover.

Xiao Qingyu praised Mu Qianya from the side, “I never expected Miss Mu to be skilled not only in business calculations but also in this art of silhouette puppetry, imitating so vividly!”

Mu Qianya chuckled softly, “It’s also fortunate that the day I was brought back to the Xiao family, I saw you dragging away Zhang Daniu and heard him shouting a few tis with his rough voice. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to imitate him out of thin air today.”

“Miss Mu truly has talent!” Xiao Qingyu said, showing his admiration with a bow.

Mu Qianya gave a slight curtsy in response.

The two of them were enjoying their conversation, but Mu Qianya noticed that Xiao Yu’s complexion was growing paler.

He wasn’t rushing to Su Miaoyan like before, guarding and restraining her; instead, he was pushed by Zhuiying in his wheelchair to the study.

Mu Qianya instinctively wanted to follow Zhuiying.

Both Xiao Qingyu and Feng Ling stopped her.

Pouting, Feng Ling advised her, “Miss, don’t follow any further. The way our master is now, he looks like he could drag soone alive into Yama’s Palace. Don’t take it lightly.”

“My brother’s leg injury still needs treatnt. I know Miss Mu is concerned, but after all, there is a difference between n and won; it’s not appropriate. You should rest early, Miss. You’ve also had a long day! I’ll have soone send so ointnt to activate blood circulation and dissipate blood stasis to your yard.”

Xiao Qingyu looked down at Mu Qianya’s legs for a mont; the girl had tough knees, but they were still made of flesh, not iron.

Mu Qianya let them send it here, as she would stay in the next bedroom to watch over Su Miaoyan.

Xiao Qingyu didn’t stop her.

As Feng Ling attended to her, she remarked with a twisted mouth, “Miss, you wouldn’t be falling for Xiao Yu, harboring so thoughts about him, right?”

Why are you so anxiously guarding outside his room?

He’s such a horrifying person!

Mu Qianya slapped her on the head, “Having been with for so long and still saying such silly things! If I were interested in Xiao Yu, would I care so much for Miaoyan?”

She truly hoped that the girl would get better, and her collaboration with Xiao Yu was nothing more than just that, a collaboration.

If she were to be concerned about soone, she’d rather pay more attention to Zhu Ying—he was always by Xiao Yu’s side…

“Slap!”

Mu Qianya hit herself to interrupt these chaotic thoughts.

She needed to guard what she wanted and not overstep her boundaries.

In Xiao Yu’s study, it was a ss again. Not a single light was lit, only the faint moonlight shone in, casting its glow on his pale face and making his entire deanor appear even more grim and cold.

He was holding a stained bellyband in his hand, which he had not discarded!

He was reminding himself that because of his montary soft heart, not killing Xiao Muyan sooner led to his family’s ruin, and by the ti he found Yan’er, she had already been claid by soone else!

He didn’t bla the pitiful Yan’er; she had already paid too great a price for him.

He only hated… he hated himself!

Helpless!

From now on, every day, he would keep people close to him, and no one else would even think about touching his Yan’er, nobody could take her away from him!

Even her sister, her mother, her family… no one could steal her away!

In Su Miaoyan’s dreams, Brother Daniu made her a wild vegetable porridge, and he even sneakily added a piece of at to her bowl, which was discovered by his sister, who then scolded him for a long ti while tugging his ear. But then he turned back and smiled at her, “Xiaohua’er, eat up!”

She slurped down the porridge eagerly—it was so delicious and tantalizing!

When Su Miaoyan woke up, her pillow was soaked.

She touched her deflated little stomach, “Mm, I want so wild vegetable porridge…”

The aroma of wild vegetables lingered in her nose; she crawled out of the covers and saw a bowl of fragrant wild vegetable porridge on the bedside table, “Wow! There really is wild vegetable porridge! Brother Daniu!”

Her excitent quickly turned into surprise as she looked up and instead of that dark, simple smile, a man’s face with delicate features—more handso than any depiction in paintings—caught her eye.

On Xiao Yu’s robe of moonlit white, the embroidery of intricate and luxurious patterns highlighted his distinguished air without a doubt.

Su Miaoyan was srized for a mont.

“He’s so handso.”

The very first ti she had seen this wicked man, she was frightened by him.

How could there be a man so handso in this world?

“Sit up and eat; I’ll feed you,” Xiao Yu said, his voice gentle and coaxing as he stroked her head.