The real heiress's disguise has been exposed, making her the most beloved member of Beijing

Upon hearing this, Qi Huan replied without hesitation, "Alright, go ahead and treat him."

Having learned the cruel truth that the person who wanted to kill him was his own brother, what pain could he possibly not bear now?

Jiang Youli looked at Qi Huan, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes, "No wonder he's the man I've set my sights on."

To cure Qi Huan's leg, not only is superb medical skill required, but also the patient's cooperation and perseverance.

Jiang Youli was satisfied with Qi Huan's attitude.

The words "[The man I've set my sights on]" pleased Qi Huan greatly, and a faint joy unconsciously appeared between his brows, completely disregarding how painful the treatment process would be.

Jiang Youli placed the needle case and several bottles of medicine powder she had brought on the stone table, then lowered her head and gently lifted Qi Huan's trouser leg.

Because of her treatment, Qi Huan deliberately wore casual, loose-fitting pants today.

Jiang Youli glanced at his legs and casually remarked, "Your leg hair is very sexy."

Qi Huan: "..."

Cheng Jing, who was guarding nearby, almost choked when he heard this.

Qi Huan coughed a little awkwardly before smiling and saying, "I'm glad you like it."

Jiang Youli raised an eyebrow, her hands continuing their work. After pulling up Qi Huan's trouser leg, she turned around, picked up her sewing kit, took out a needle, and disinfected it with alcohol. "You have to like him. How could I agree to get engaged to you if I didn't like him?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Huan said, "Has the Jiang family already made our marriage alliance clear to you?"

Jiang Youli lowered her head and carefully administered acupuncture to him. "Well, my grandfather just mentioned it this morning. He said that I am the true daughter of the Jiang family and should be married to you. I agreed. My grandfather also told me to spend more time with you whenever I have time."

Qi Huan agreed, saying, "Grandpa Jiang is right. We should spend more time together and get to know each other better."

“We’re already spending time together,” Jiang Youli said. “At least until your leg heals, we’ll have to spend time together every day.”

"Does this mean we can't spend every day together after my leg heals?" Qi Huan asked, half-jokingly, looking down at her as she carefully administered acupuncture.

Jiang Youli chuckled and said, "You're just nitpicking with me. After your leg heals, if you feel we haven't spent enough time together, we can set a wedding date. Then we can spend every day together."

Qi Huan smiled and said, "That's what I think too."

Gradually, Qi Huan began to notice the pain in his legs, a pain that felt like his bones were being shattered one by one.

He endured it, showing no discomfort, but he no longer had the mind to chat.

Jiang Youli noticed and occasionally looked up at him, saying, "If it really hurts a lot, don't bear it. I have painkillers."

Qi Huan shook her head, her face pale. "No need. I want to remember this pain."

Jiang Youli was silent for a moment, then shrugged. "Whatever."

Jiang Xing, who was standing to the side, watched the interaction between Jiang Youli and Qi Huan. At first, she was puzzled, but later she finally understood.

He found it strange that Qi Huan had only known Jiang Youli for a short time, yet he was so good to her, both in his tone of voice and in his eyes.

You know, Qi Huan used to be very polite and courteous to Xiao He. Although he was very gentlemanly, he always gave people a sense of distance.

Could it be that Qi Huan prefers Jiang Youli and has no interest in Xiao He?

No, Jiang Xing thought it was impossible.

Qi Huan was simply pinning her hopes for curing her legs on Jiang Youli!

What kind of women hasn't a man of his status seen? Why would he like Jiang Youli?

As Jiang Xing pondered this, she stared intently at Jiang Youli, watching her diligently administer acupuncture to Qi Huan, her heart still filled with disdain.

According to Jiang Zhao, she was just a village doctor who sold medicine. So many famous doctors from all over the world had examined Qi Huan's legs, but none of them said they could cure them. Yet she dared to dream that she could cure Qi Huan's legs.

I'm afraid they'll make Qi Huan's leg even more beyond saving!

If her leg can't be cured, Qi Huan will think she's useless and probably won't be so patient with her anymore!

……

Three hours later——

Jiang Youli removed the numerous silver needles stuck in Qi Huan's leg one by one, and then wrapped his knee joint with a bandage coated with medicinal powder. Only then did she stand up and stretch, "Today's treatment is done."

As she spoke, she looked at Qi Huan, whose forehead was covered in beads of sweat, and admired his endurance from the bottom of her heart, since the treatment process was indeed very painful.

Yes, he's no wonder he's the man she's going to marry.

After wiping the sweat from her forehead, Qi Huan rubbed her legs with her hands, and the stiffness in her knees seemed to ease a little.

"If I can really recover completely in three months, how about we set our wedding date for three months from now?"

Jiang Youli sat on the stone bench, disinfecting the silver needles. "I can do it, but I'm afraid you'll regret it when your leg heals."

However, she wasn't afraid that Qi Huan would regret it at all, since she always had a backup plan for herself.

Qi Huan said seriously, "Nonsense, I've decided on you for the rest of my life."

Jiang Youli inserted the silver needles one by one into the needle case with satisfaction, and said with a bright smile, "Alright, let's set the wedding date three months after your leg is healed."

Seeing that she agreed so quickly, Qi Huan looked at her with a faint smile in his eyes.

For him, marriage was once just a means to an end.

It doesn't matter who I marry, as long as my father and grandfather are satisfied and it benefits the growth of the family business.

He never imagined that one day he would look forward to marriage so much, and to married life with a woman.

……

"How did you meet Qi Huan?" On the way back, Jiang Xing, sitting in the back seat, asked Jiang Youli, who was in the driver's seat.

As Jiang You got out of the car, she glanced at Jiang Xing, whose face showed a hint of resentment, in the rearview mirror. "Qi Huan took the initiative to contact me. He's taken a liking to me and wants to marry me."

Jiang Xing said sarcastically, "You don't actually think Qi Huan really wants to marry you, do you? It's just that he's crippled now, so he doesn't want to hold Xiao He back and has chosen to marry you as a second choice."

Jiang Youli said, "Oh, so now it's Qi Huan choosing me as a second choice? You brought me back just so I could marry Qi Huan in place of Jiang Yonghe, right? From what you're saying, I'm willing to marry him now, but you're not happy about it."

Jiang Xing did not deny it.

He knew that he had brought his younger sister home so that Xiaohe could marry Qi Huan, and he did not object.

He couldn't possibly stand by and watch Xiaohe marry Qi Huan, who was already disabled in both legs.

Moreover, it's uncertain whether Qi Huan, with his legs crippled, will be able to become the heir of the Qi family in the future!

His younger sister had never had a good life, and bringing her back and having her marry someone of such high status as Qi Huan was already an immense blessing for her.

Jiang Youli teased, "How about I suggest to Grandpa that Jiang Yonghe still marry Qi Huan?"

At this point, she laughed and said, "Even if Jiang Yonghe is willing to marry him, Qi Huan is not willing to marry her right now. After all, it's obvious that he likes me and has no interest in Jiang Yonghe."