Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

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Chapter 225: Didn’t Sleep Well, Solf It to Lushen

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Quan Ranting was preoccupied with something, causing him to descend later than usual, and as a result, he had no knowledge of the argument that had taken place between Shen Wan and Lushen.

He stood by the window, gazing somewhat absentmindedly at the slender and graceful figure among the flowers.

Shen Wan noticed that this place was not only highly advanced in technology but also had extraordinarily rare and precious plants in the courtyard.

In front of her was a cluster of beautiful red flowers, not just ordinary peonies, but a variety she had never seen before. (f)reeweb(n)ovel.com

Rare things are valuable, and to Shen Wan, flowers she had never seen in both her lifetimes were naturally considered extremely precious.

A gentle breeze brushed by, and she reached up to tuck away a few strands of her slightly disheveled hair. She turned slightly and, out of the corner of her eye, unexpectedly caught a glimpse of the tall figure standing still inside the window.

She raised an eyebrow slightly and then continued to admire the flowers as if nothing had happened.

She didn’t reject Quan Ranting, and in fact, she felt grateful, but this “not rejecting” wasn’t enough for her to invest her emotions and genuine feelings.

She had many things to do, and in comparison, the pursuit of love, a pastime that only idle people would indulge in, seemed particularly extravagant.

Lushen’s attitude also happened to indicate that those around Quan Ranting didn’t see much potential for development between them. In that case, why force it?

Maybe, at some point down the road, she might be open to having a man as her partner, but the condition would be that she must feel confident enough to build a meaningful relationship, maybe even a marriage.

However, now was clearly not the time, so in response to the subtle hints in Quan Hanting’s words, all Shen Wan could do was — go with the flow.

Thirty minutes later, Shen Wan headed towards the underground clinic on schedule.

She entered the elevator, and the man followed closely behind.

“Good morning,” Quan Ranting greeted.

Seeing that his complexion seemed paler and more fragile than before, Shen Wan couldn’t help but ask, “Sixth Uncle, did you not sleep well last night?”

The man hesitated for a moment, and then his gaze suddenly deepened when he looked at her.

“Yes, indeed, I didn’t sleep well,” he admitted quite candidly.

This time, Shen Wan didn’t push further with her questions. Instead, they exchanged some polite remarks, much like how people in Western countries discuss the weather when they meet, regardless of whether they know each other or not.

She let it be, but that didn’t mean the man was willing to let it go. Suddenly, a low, resonant chuckle vibrated within the man’s chest, like the resonating sound of a deep cello, exuding a unique sensuality.

“Are you concerned about me?”

Shen Wan’s ears twitched, not out of shyness, but simply because she found this man’s voice quite pleasant to listen to.

How pleasant was it?

As online expressions go, it’s akin to saying your ears are getting pregnant.

Ding!

A clear notification sound broke the ambiguous atmosphere in the elevator. Shen Wan smiled lightly and said, “We’ve arrived.”

Quan Ranting made a gesture inviting her to go first, but his heart was filled with regret. If only he had seized the opportunity just now and used the final move that Third Brother had taught him in the elevator…

Shen Wan didn’t bother with pleasantries and walked ahead, taking the first step.

Zou Lian had just turned off the stove, and the medicine remained unpoured. However, Shen Wan had already arrived, with Quan Ranting trailing closely behind.

When did the Sixth Lord become someone’s little puppy?

Well, this was Zou Lian’s first time witnessing it.

“Sir, is the medicine ready?”

“I just turned off the stove, haven’t had the chance to pour it yet.”

Shen Wan nodded, standing quietly on the side, waiting obediently.

Zou Lian’s hands were busy, and he took a moment to ask her, “How does the wound feel? It didn’t bleed again, did it?”

“Hmm.”

Quan Ranting, upon hearing this, furrowed his brows and asked, “What’s going on?”

Shen Wan remained silent.

But Zou Lian, without any reservation, spilled the beans about Lushen.

Quan Hanting’s face visibly darkened at an alarming speed, as if it had been covered with a layer of frost.

Shen Wan couldn’t help but think, with this walking air conditioner around, she probably wouldn’t need an air conditioner even in the summer if she slept next to him, would she?