Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 160 - 127. He can even bring himself to eat such tender grass like you?
When Nan Wan returned to the floor where her office was after completing her rounds, she immediately noticed the figure sitting in the corridor.
The side profile was beautiful, but somewhat pale, with long, straight black hair draping over the shoulders and the ends reaching down to the lap.
Perhaps sensing her gaze, the person lifted their head and looked in her direction, tentatively asking, "Excuse me, are you Miss Nan Wan?"
The voice was very pleasant.
Nan Wan stopped a couple of steps away from the wheelchair, maintaining the same attitude as she would with any ordinary patient, "Is there something Miss Yu needs from me?"
Yu Qinglu seemed a bit surprised; it appeared they hadn’t met before, "You know me?"
The person in the white coat standing before her looked quite different from what she had seen in the newspapers.
Although she had delicate features from mixed heritage, the calm and distant demeanor, along with the faint beauty mark at the corner of her eye, lost its allure when she wasn’t smiling.
She was nothing like the classical beauty Ji Wanxia.
"We don’t know each other," Nan Wan pointed to the unpaid fee slip still beside Yu Qinglu, the name on it clearly visible, "but I can read."
Following the direction indicated by the file folder in her hand, Yu Qinglu glanced over, paused briefly, and then laughed, "Would you mind chatting in your office? It won’t take long, just ten minutes."
Nan Wan nodded, her attitude consistent, "I only have a ten-minute break, anything longer and I’m afraid Miss Yu would have to accompany me to the emergency room."
Yu Qinglu noted that this third Miss of the Nan Family looked at her too calmly, as if looking at the most ordinary person.
No pity, no sympathy, and certainly no disgust.
It’s worth mentioning, she wasn’t sitting on a bench, but in a wheelchair.
In the twenty minutes she had been there, every nurse and passerby had looked at her, some merely shaking their heads discreetly, while others came up to ask why someone so young was in a wheelchair...
After folding the fee slip, she put it under the blanket covering her legs, smiling faintly, "When time’s up, just let me know, Doctor Nan."
When Nan Wan opened the office door, she stepped aside, looking at the person in the wheelchair, "Need any help?"
Yu Qinglu shook her head, turning the wheels of the chair towards the door, "No need, I’m used to it."
Nan Wan said nothing, waited for her to completely enter the office before stepping inside and closing the door.
After placing the file folder on the desk, she took a paper cup to make tea.
Yu Qinglu looked around, it was very simple, like any doctor’s office, except the smell of disinfectant was replaced by the freshness of lilies.
"All I have is tea, it’s cold, a warm stomach."
The soft voice sounded, and Yu Qinglu’s gaze shifted from the bouquet of lilies to accept the teacup Nan Wan handed over, politely thanking, "I prefer tea over coffee."
Nan Wan sat on the guest sofa, her posture elegant as ever, calm and patient, waiting for the other to speak.
The steam from the hot tea blurred Yu Qinglu’s vision slightly.
Through the swirling mist, the person she saw was like a noble and beautiful peacock, evidently knowing why she was here, yet remaining composed.
Her inherent elegance and poise distinctly set her apart from women of lesser backgrounds. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
Putting Gao Hui and her side by side was like comparing rough stones to fine jade, there was no need to scrutinize deeply, the difference was clear.
"Regarding the Yu Family’s old house, I came specifically to thank Miss Nan."
Nan Wan took a sip of tea, the warm liquid soothing the dryness caused by the heating.
A slight smile on her lips, her voice steady, "Miss Yu and Mu Huan have been friends for many years, besides, the house isn’t mine, I can’t accept your thanks."
If it weren’t for the fact that the medical record did indeed belong to this Miss Yu, it would be hard for her to imagine that someone with such cultured conversation and manners had a mental illness.
Friends...
Yu Qinglu silently repeated these two words in her mind.
As she raised her gaze, the sadness in her eyes completely disappeared.
Still holding a teacup, and too far from the desk to set it down, she had to use one hand to retrieve a dark silk box from her bag.
Handing it to Nan Wan with a beautiful smile, "I’m not able to attend your wedding to congratulate you in person, and I don’t want Miss Nan to misunderstand Mu Huan, so I think it’s better to give this directly to you."
Nan Wan looked at the dark silk box but did not reach out to take it.
That statement was quite interesting.
Her expression remained unchanged, but the curve of her lips deepened slightly, "Since we’re friends, I don’t quite understand what Miss Yu means by misunderstanding, in which aspect?"
