Chapter 622: The Frail and Sickly Xiao Yu

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 Yu’s attendant, Xiao Si.

But Su Miaoyan blinked her watery eyes. “Sister has always been used to me helping her by her side.”

This little miss looked adorable. Who could resist her?

If it weren’t 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 wasn’t budging, Su Miaoyan took the opportunity to chat with Xiao Yu. “Young Master Xiao, what’s your full name? How old are you this year?”

Xiao Yu didn’t respond immediately. Instead, it was Xiao Si who eagerly chimed in, “His family name is Yu. He is twenty this year…”

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, “Haven’t 1 always been speaking on behalf of others?”

His young master was a man of few words, seldom engaging in conversation with others.

However, facing Su Miaoyan, Xiao Yu’s lips parted. “Xiao Yu, twenty-one.”

Su Miaoyan’s heart melted at the sound of his voice. This brother’s voice was so pleasing! Like aged wine in an alley, it carried an intoxicating resonance and a faint hoarseness…

Moving closer, Su Miaoyan extended her small hand toward Xiao Yu, feigning ignorance. “Which character? Brother, could you write it for me to see?”

Xiao Si was dumbfounded. “Miss, you come from the Marquis’s Manor, yet you don’t recognize this character?”

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 ‘Yu’ 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 Yu’s hand, warming it up. She even complimented him, “Brother is handsome, and your name is beautiful too!”

Her pure, sweet smile warmed everyone’s hearts.

For some reason, a smile broke through Xiao Yu’s usually indifferent demeanor.

Xiao Si was utterly shocked!

“Young… Young Master, are you smiling?”

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, “That’s enough. Can you let go of my patient’s hand now, Su Miaoyan?”

Su Yingxue’s reprimand caused Su Miaoyan to stiffen and retreat to the side.

Naturally, she released Xiao Yu’s 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, “See, the handsome brother likes me, not you!”

“Tsk!” Su Yingxue rolled her eyes at her. She was a doctor, not a coin. She didn’t need everyone to adore her.

However, as she examined Xiao Yu’s pulse, she felt that things were becoming more complicated.

She inquired of Xiao Yu, “Did Madam give birth to a young master prematurely? Are you congenitally weak?”

Xiao Yu’s attitude toward her was markedly different from his treatment of Su Miaoyan. He remained silent, and Xiao Si answered on his behalf, “Yes, when Madam was eight months pregnant, a Daoist visited, warning of an evil spirit’s influence. The young master was born prematurely and…”

“And he’s frail and sickly?” Su Yingxue interjected..