Chapter 348 The Mad Young Master 9 As the last silver needle was returned to the needle pouch, Lu Qianhan slowly opened his eyes.

The coldness and ferocity that had filled those eyes when they entered were gone, as were the crimson madness that had flared up during their outburst.

At this moment, there was only a long-lost clarity in those eyes, tinged with a hint of bewilderment.

The heavy pain in his head that had tormented him for so long, though not completely gone, had lessened considerably, and an indescribable sense of ease made him almost uncomfortable.

He subconsciously raised his hand and gently pressed his temple, where the throbbing had stopped.

Zi Xi had already begun quietly packing her medicine box, wiping and disinfecting each silver needle and putting it back in its place.

Lu Qianhan's gaze involuntarily followed her movements.

Looking at her slender yet steady hands, and then at her calm and composed profile.

He watched as Zi Xi skillfully put the silver needles back into the deerskin needle pouch, her hands steady without the slightest tremor.

Such a woman possesses such exquisite and unique medical skills.

But she was given the title of a bride brought to bring good luck.

A woman who was easily discarded by a small, insignificant family like the Su family and sent to them like an object.

Is this reasonable?

Who exactly are you?

Lu Qianhan watched as she rolled up the needle pouch and put it into the wooden box, and finally couldn't help but break the silence in the room.

Zi Xi's movements did not stop because of this abrupt question.

She carefully rolled up the needle pouch, placed it in the wooden box, and fastened the buckle with a crisp click.

Then she slowly raised her head and met his scrutinizing gaze.

Her eyes were clear and unfathomable, showing no anger at being offended, only a calm that was almost indifferent.

"I am a pawn used by the family to gain benefits, and I am also the only person who can make you feel less pain when I have an attack."

Zi Xi paused for a moment, her gaze calm.

It even carried a hint of understanding that saw through all his suspicions.

“Young Master Lu, you don’t need to be so wary. My purpose is very simple and clear.”

"I will keep the agreement between the Su family and the Lu family, stay by your side, and treat you using my methods."

"In exchange, my adoptive mother received the best medical resources and underwent surgery."

Zi Xi's words were clear and logical.

“I only need to occupy Mrs. Lu’s position for six months. After six months, we will divorce and I will leave the Lu family.”

From now on, we owe each other nothing.

She paused slightly at this point, then clearly outlined the subsequent arrangements.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Lu Qianhan narrowed his phoenix eyes and stared intently at her, trying to find a trace of pretense on her face.

However, no.

The woman was as calm as a deep pool, concealing all possible emotions beneath her placid exterior.

She laid bare her identity and purpose before him, in a way that was surprisingly direct, and... chillingly indifferent.

The expected anger did not arise, and the guard remained, but there was more of a sense of astonishment at being disrupted by this straightforwardness and frankness, as well as a hint of curiosity that had been aroused.

After a long while, Lu Qianhan's lips slowly curved into an ambiguous smile, the meaning of which was unclear—whether it was praise or mockery, or perhaps both.

"Ha... divorce after six months?"

“Miss Su, you do have a strong sense of contractual responsibility.”

Lu Qianhan chuckled softly, his voice hoarse from illness, yet strangely magnetic.