Chapter 12: Confession

The chilling and vicious voice made the women present tremble in their hearts. They lowered their heads, not daring to look up at those venomous snake-like eyes.

The leading woman tried to suppress the cold feeling in her heart and respectfully said with her head lowered, “As long as the young master is willing to come back with us to see the family head, we will definitely not disturb Doctor Si!”

Luo Shaoxuan glanced at her coldly. He reached out his jade-like fair fingers and gently curled the hair that fell in front of him. His brows seemed to be weighing the credibility of her words, with a hint of cold beauty. A simple action, yet it was like a painting scroll, making people want to collect it.

The women stood quietly to the side, not daring to disturb his thoughts at all.

After a while, he seemed to have finished thinking. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his lowered beautiful eyes glanced at her darkly. His voice was clear and pleasant, “You go back first and tell that old man that I will return in a few days.”

“But the family head asked the young master to come back with us…” One of the women seemed dissatisfied. Before she could finish speaking, Luo Shaoxuan, who had flashed over, directly dislocated her jaw and threw her to the ground like mud.

Luo Shaoxuan looked at her expressionlessly, his tone icy cold, “Who do you think you are, huh?”

The woman lay on the ground, unable to speak with her dislocated jaw. She drooled and struggled on the ground in pain.

Luo Shaoxuan moved his gaze back to the leading woman indifferently and sneered, “You won’t make me repeat it a second time, will you?”

The leading woman wiped the cold sweat. She nodded vigorously at Luo Shaoxuan and bowed, “Yes, yes, we will immediately return and report to the family head!” With that, a group of people dragged the person on the ground and left the inn.

Luo Shaoxuan looked at their retreating figures indifferently, took out a handkerchief, wiped his fingers clean one by one, and then threw the handkerchief away.

Luo Shaoxuan entered the room, and a dark shadow appeared beside him with a hoarse voice, “Master, the Shi family has also sent people to investigate here.”

“Then let them investigate. She still has some use to this young master.”

“Understood.”

The dark shadow disappeared silently like last time.

Luo Shaoxuan held the teacup slightly, his fingers gently rubbing the rim of the cup. His lips curved into a playful smile, “It’s getting more and more interesting…”

…

The next day, Si Qingyu was recording medicinal herbs in the clinic when she saw Luo Shaoxuan walking over slowly, his brows lowered as if he had something on his mind. Si Qingyu looked up at him, “What’s wrong?”

Luo Shaoxuan slowly walked over and sat beside her, gently leaning his head on her shoulder.

Seeing his unusual behavior, Si Qingyu’s cold face softened a bit, and her tone was gentle, “What exactly is the matter?”

Luo Shaoxuan rubbed his head on her shoulder and parted his thin lips, “Ziyang… my mother summoned me to return.”

Si Qingyu was slightly stunned.

She lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and her voice returned to its cold clarity, “In that case, you should go back.”

Although Luo Shaoxuan had guessed her reaction, he still couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

He raised his head and gazed at her affectionately, “When I go back, will you miss me?”

His voice was filled with hope, which made Si Qingyu’s throat tighten. She didn’t know how to answer. Would she miss him? She probably would…

She didn’t answer, and Luo Shaoxuan didn’t force her. He gently took her hand and placed it on his face. His beautiful eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, deep and hazy, very charming. He murmured softly, “Ziyang is really heartless. No matter how deep my feelings are for you, you remain unmoved, never showing a hint of affection for me…” Even if it was just pity, it would be fine. There had never been any, truly heartless.

Si Qingyu pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, listening to Luo Shaoxuan’s confession. She was a little confused and at a loss.

“I’m sorry…” she said.

Luo Shaoxuan clenched his teeth, a trace of gloom and obsession flashing in his lowered eyes. He didn’t want to hear these two words. What he wanted to hear was not these two words.

“If… I really get married to someone else, will you be sad? Even just a little?” He whispered in a low voice, “Mother wants me to go back and get married.”

“…Mm.” She really didn’t know what to say.

Luo Shaoxuan looked at her and saw that she still had no reaction. He couldn’t help but feel self-deprecating. What was he expecting?

Luo Shaoxuan put her hand down, stood up, and didn’t look at her. He said indifferently, “Then I won’t disturb you anymore.” With a hint of sulkiness, he didn’t look at Si Qingyu again and walked out of the clinic.

But he still deliberately slowed his pace. Even when he reached the corner, he didn’t hear her voice. He bit his lower lip, his face gloomy. He waved his sleeve, quickened his pace, and his figure disappeared around the corner.

It wasn’t until his figure had disappeared that Si Qingyu raised her head and looked in the direction he had left, sighing.

Zhao Sixi was picking medicinal herbs in the back and carefully looked at Si Qingyu, “Doctor Si, do you not like Young Master Luo?” After all, Young Master Luo was so good-looking, although his temper was a bit bad… She thought they were a couple.

Si Qingyu glanced at her coldly, “What do you, a child, understand? Focus on picking the herbs.”

Zhao Sixi pouted. She wasn’t a child anymore. She was almost old enough to take a husband. However, she didn’t dare to refute and lowered her head to pick the herbs diligently.

Si Qingyu lowered her head to read the medical book, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t focus. Her mind was a bit chaotic.