Rebirth of a Spoiled Darling: Bloodstained Lord Huo's Billion-Dollar Dowry Proposal

Upon hearing this, Huo Qilin glanced at him almost imperceptibly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Immediately, he gestured to Aunt Lin to take the porridge away.

Seeing this, Old Master Huo was extremely satisfied.

He then looked at Meng Shu, his tone tinged with inquiry, "Shu girl, could it be that you can tell I have high blood pressure just by looking at me?"

Before Meng Shu could reply, Huo Zhi suddenly spoke sarcastically.

"If I remember correctly, Miss Meng is only a sophomore this year, and her major is Chinese Language and Literature, right?"

It's incredibly foolish of a layman to dare to treat Grandpa!

Meng Shu said calmly, "That's right. Although my major in college wasn't medicine, I've been learning traditional Chinese medicine from my master since I was a child. These basic diagnostic methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation are just common sense to me."

Old Master Huo's expression grew increasingly satisfied.

No wonder he's Lear's apprentice.

That composure and confidence is truly remarkable.

He himself arranged for Qilin to marry this girl.

On one hand, it was to keep a promise to an old friend, and on the other hand, it was to fulfill that promise made back then.

Of course, the most important thing is the Qilin's body.

If Shuya is truly the one destined for the Qilin, then he can rest easy a hundred years from now.

At this moment, Meng Shu suddenly said, "Grandpa Huo, let me take your pulse in detail after we finish eating."

Grandpa Huo nodded repeatedly, "I'm getting old, my health isn't what it used to be, and I'm becoming increasingly useless."

"Grandpa Huo, don't worry."

Although Meng Shu did not make any promises, it still made Old Master Huo very gratified.

Huo Qilin, standing to the side, had an inscrutable expression, and his thoughtful gaze fell on Meng Shu once again.

Huo Zhi's face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water, yet she was helpless.

A few minutes later.

Huo Qilin's face suddenly turned pale. He clutched his chest tightly and said, "Grandpa, I have something to do. I'll be leaving now."

Old Master Huo hurriedly stood up, looking at Huo Qilin with a furrowed brow and a face full of worry.

"Qilin, you..."

Huo Qilin forced a smile, "I'm fine."

Huo Zhi hurriedly went to support Huo Qilin.

However, before she could even get close, Huo Qilin angrily shouted, "Get out of my way!"

His words emanated a chilling rage.

"Huo Zhi, go back to your room first," Old Master Huo ordered.

Huo Zhi, her eyes filled with tears, nodded in a panic and then left the restaurant.

Meng Shu watched as the tall, slender figure staggered away.

I felt increasingly uneasy.

Could it be that Huo Qilin is about to have another episode?

To be honest, Old Master Huo was extremely worried.

But thinking that Meng Shu was still by her side, she tried her best to calm herself down.

"Little Shu, you must be terrified. Actually, Qilin is usually..."

He wanted to say a few good words for his grandson.

But then I think about how he's always been like this.

Moreover, the fact that Qilin falls ill every now and then cannot be kept from Shuya forever.

Unexpectedly, Meng Shu followed up on his words, "Grandpa Huo, I'm not afraid. I think he's not usually like this."

Her voice was gentle and calm, and her tone was sincere.

"Shuya, you are a good girl. It is Qilin's good fortune to marry you."

As they were talking, Old Master Huo instructed Aunt Lin to take her back to her room to rest.

As Meng Shu watched Old Master Huo hurriedly leave, he became increasingly certain that something had indeed happened to Huo Qilin.

However, it seems they intend to keep it from me.

Meng Shu bit her lower lip and couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa Huo, has something happened to Huo Qilin?"

Old Master Huo's back stiffened, and then he turned around.

His tone was extremely serious, "Shuya, Qilin will be fine. You can stay at the Huo family with peace of mind!"

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suburbs.

A Japanese-style villa.

Through the screen, you can see a young man kneeling on the tatami mat.

Wearing a dark red kimono and gold-rimmed glasses, with snow-white skin and exquisite features, she exudes a gentle and refined air.

At this moment, he was arranging flowers with a smile, and the table was filled with chrysanthemums of various colors.

He appeared relaxed and carefree, yet there was a strange undertone about him that sent chills down one's spine.

At this moment, a man in black bowed and walked in. "Mr. Tokugawa, this young mistress of the Huo family who suddenly appeared is indeed Lear's apprentice."

The man toyed with a vibrant yellow chrysanthemum, his eyes, hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses, filled with a profound meaning.

Suddenly, he picked up the scissors, and with a "snip," the chrysanthemum in his hand was cut off and fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, the scissors also cut his finger.

Drops of blood fell onto the chrysanthemums, instantly staining them bright red.

The man was taken aback, then slowly put his injured finger in his mouth and revealed a bright yet eerie smile.

"Interesting." He smiled, his eyes filled with murderous intent and amusement.

The man in black standing to the side didn't dare to breathe, his forehead dripping with cold sweat.

After a long silence, the man said calmly, "I don't need to remind you what to do, do I?"

"Don't worry, sir, I've already made all the arrangements."

The man nodded and began arranging the flowers on his own.

After an unknown amount of time, he looked up and said, "Go and call the young lady here."

"Yes."

The man in black nodded in response, and then said, "Sir, the Huo family member is waiting in the hall."

The young man's narrow eyes gleamed with a cold, eerie light as he slowly uttered three words, "Get him out."

"Yes."

……

night.

It's getting deeper and deeper.

It rained heavily.

Meng Shu frowned, his heart burning with anxiety, and lingered by the window for a long time.

It's been eight hours, and I still don't know how Huo Qilin is doing.

Even with Grandpa Huo's assurance, she still couldn't feel at ease.

Outside the window, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a fierce storm raged; she dared not close her eyes.

As soon as she closes her eyes, she sees the heartbreaking scenes from her previous life.

My heart aches as if a thousand needles are piercing it, and every breath is filled with deep pain.

With a deafening roar, a flash of white lightning illuminated Meng Shu's pale face, which was streaked with tears, and her beautiful eyes were filled with despair.

A sharp pain shot through her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Can't!"

"Huo Qilin—"

Meng Shu disregarded everything else and ran out barefoot.

At this moment, I have only one thought.

She wants to see Huo Qilin!

She wanted to protect Huo Qilin!

Whether you live or die, you are sick or healthy.

She had just reached the corner of the first-floor corridor when she suddenly heard a murmur of conversation.

"Young Master has had another relapse. If this continues, I'm afraid his condition will worsen..."

"I heard that when the young master fell ill, it was like he was possessed by an evil spirit, it was terrifying."

"Tell me, do you think it will work if the old master asks the young mistress to bring good luck to the young master?"

"Who knows?"

"Alright, stop talking. The old master repeatedly instructed that this matter should not be known to the young mistress for the time being."

"What are you afraid of? It's already past midnight, the young mistress is probably asleep by now."

"Besides, even if the young mistress knew the young master was ill, she..."

Before the maid could finish speaking, she looked up and saw Meng Shu's deathly pale and beautiful face.

The maid took a step back in fright, trembling as she stammered, "Young Master... you... how did you get here..."

Meng Shu merely glanced at them coldly, her eyes dark and brooding. "Where is the young master?"