The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

Everyone looked at Fang Qingyou with shock. How lucky she was to have such good fortune fall into her lap.

Yes, in the eyes of ordinary people, Fang Qingyou's ability to make Luo Qianmo look at her differently is simply a testament to the great blessings accumulated by her ancestors for eighteen generations.

The unmarried women were filled with envy, wishing they could replace Fang Qingyou.

Looking at everyone's expressions, Fang Qingyou looked up at the sky speechlessly. She was clearly very outstanding, wasn't she? It was clearly Luo Qianmo who had hit the jackpot, wasn't it?

You should know that there are very few people in this world who can be called "friends" by Fang Qingyou.

Of course, Fang Qingyou wouldn't say these words to Luo Qianmo's face, because she wasn't sure if the Eighth Prince, who was unpredictable and never played by the rules, would do something terrible if he heard these words.

She truly didn't want any further entanglement between her and Luo Qianmo, and she especially didn't want any more rumors about them.

Even mere rumors are unacceptable; she wants to marry her ideal husband with a good reputation.

Therefore, Fang Qingyou simply smiled and asked Luo Qianmo, "Eighth Prince, is there something you need from me?"

Luo Qianmo did not answer Fang Qingyou, but only turned around and glanced at Xuan Zhu and Xuan Qing.

Then, Xuan Zhu and Xuan Qing worked together to lift a vermilion wooden box in front of Fang Qingyou.

Looking at the box, which was larger than half her body, Fang Qingyou asked in confusion, "Eighth Prince, what is this...?"

Luo Qianmo said calmly, "This is a congratulatory gift for your business opening."

"Didn't the Eighth Prince already deliver it yesterday?"

Luo Qianmo shook his head slightly: "Yesterday is yesterday, and today is today. Since your clinic has opened today, what's wrong with sending an opening gift?"

Fang Qingyou found herself speechless in the face of Luo Qianmo's theory.

Well, what can you do when they're rich?

"Thank you, Eighth Prince." Fang Qingyou forced a few smiles.

"There's no need for formalities between us," Luo Qianmo said, turning and walking towards the lobby of Cheng'an Medical Hall, with Xuan Zhu and Xuan Qing following closely behind, carrying the wooden box.

The way he looked made it seem as if Luo Qianmo was the owner of Cheng'an Medical Clinic.

Fang Qingyou's lips twitched, trying her best not to show her helplessness too obviously.

Fine, let Luo Qianmo stay if he wants, as long as he stays quietly and doesn't bother me.

The free clinic continued. At first, everyone was afraid to speak because of Luo Qianmo, but later, seeing that the rumored violent eighth prince was not so scary, and seeing that Fang Qingyou was gentle and kind, some people became bolder and started gossiping.

"Miss Fang, what exactly is your relationship with the Eighth Prince? He seems to care a lot about you."

Some were even more direct: "Miss Fang, will you become the Eighth Prince's consort?"

Fang Qingyou had vomited blood countless times inside, but she could only pretend to be calm and keep explaining: "Everyone, today is the free clinic day at Cheng'an Medical Clinic. In order to avoid distracting me and allow me to see more patients, please do not discuss other matters."

Unable to get anything out of Fang Qingyou, the group turned their attention to Chen Zhongjie, Doctor Sun, and Doctor Zhao.

Dr. Sun and Dr. Zhao kept shaking their heads, indicating that they knew nothing.

Chen Zhongjie, on the other hand, truly listened but did not ask any questions, and did not say a word about anything other than the free clinic.

However, when Luo Qianmo heard the title of Eighth Prince's Consort, a very faint smile appeared on his lips.

In fact, he had heard this title more than once these days, and each time it made him feel happy.

Fang Qingyou spent the whole day explaining to everyone. By the end of the day, she had repeated the same few sentences so much that she felt her tongue's movement had become a fixed pattern.

After finally waiting for the museum to close, Fang Qingyou's voice was hoarse. She had spoken more today than she had in all the days since she transmigrated.

Instead of simply instructing patients on medical advice, he's explaining some pointless rumors.

I'm so tired.

Fang Qingyou thought that after the clinic closed, Luo Qianmo would leave, and then her world would be peaceful.

However, when Luo Qianmo stood in front of her with a half-smile on his lips, Fang Qingyou realized that her previous thoughts were really too naive.

Judging from Luo Qianmo's expression, I wonder what he wants her to do next.

Sure enough, the next moment Luo Qianmo said, "Miss Fang, the weather seems nice tonight, why don't we go boating on the lake together?"

puff--

Fang Qingyou stared at Luo Qianmo in disbelief. Did he mean to ask her out?

Fang Qingyou didn't want to guess Luo Qianmo's thoughts; she only knew that she certainly didn't want to go.

Therefore, Fang Qingyou first pretended to be flattered and surprised, then looked up at the sky, and then said apologetically to Luo Qianmo, "Eighth Prince, I am very happy to accept your invitation. However, look at the sky, it seems to be getting late. I have to go home early, otherwise the city gates will close."

After saying that, Fang Qingyou stared at Luo Qianmo expectantly, waiting for him to say "okay".

However, seeing the sudden deepening of the smile on Luo Qianmo's lips, Fang Qingyou felt as if her wish had been dashed.

“Miss Fang, you don’t need to worry about that. With me here, I will make sure the city gates open for you whenever you need them, so you won’t be late getting home. Since you’re so willing, let’s go now.”

As Luo Qianmo spoke, he took the first step.

Fang Qingyou: "..."

Hearing Luo Qianmo's words, Fang Qingyou's lips twitched violently, feeling as if she had played the role of a prince who would light the beacon fires to amuse a beauty.

I wonder if anyone will think of her as a scourge of the country after hearing this.

Fang Qingyou couldn't help but look herself up and down several times. Although she could already be described as "beautiful," she was still far from being a femme fatale.

This time, even Doctor Sun and Doctor Zhao's eyes flickered as they pondered a question.

Is there really something between Fang Qingyou and Luo Qianmo?

While Fang Qingyou was in a daze, she saw Xuan Zhu and Xuan Qing walk up to her, and both of them gestured for her to enter.

Xuan Zhu smiled and said, "Miss Fang, please."

Fang Qingyou really didn't want to leave, but what could she do when she said she was extremely happy to go?

Fang Qingyou reluctantly started to leave, slowly following Luo Qianmo's tall and elegant figure.

After she left, Xuanzhu and Xuanqing followed behind her.

After turning her back to Luo Qianmo, then to Xuan Zhu and Xuan Qing, Fang Qingyou's smile vanished.

Waaah, isn't this like shooting herself in the foot? She was just saying it casually, how did Luo Qianmo take it seriously?