Chapter 385 Want to Propose Marriage
Ye Mingzhu sensitively noticed that Jian Pingping's eyes seemed to light up for a moment, but quickly disappeared, making her think she had seen it wrong.
Jiang Yue also looked at Jian Pingping: "Pingping, is Doctor Murong here to buy facial cream again?"
Her voice was uncertain. She had never seen anyone use up facial cream so quickly, especially a man.
Jian Pingping stood up, but sat down again before he could stand up: "Xiao Yue, I feel a little unwell today. Let the other guys take care of me."
Bi He knocked on the door again: "Miss, Doctor Murong said he wants to talk to you about what we add to our facial cream."
Jiang Yue raised her eyebrows, a smile on her lips: "Pingping, this really needs you to do it, no one else knows."
Jian Pingping hesitated, so Jiang Yue simply said to the outside, "Bihe, go tell Doctor Murong that your daughter is ill and we can talk about it another day."
There was silence outside the door for a while, and soon Bihe knocked on the door again: "Miss, Doctor Murong said he brought a medicine box and can take your pulse."
Jiang Yue actually laughed out loud: "It seems that Doctor Murong came prepared. Pingping, I'll go with you to take a look."
Although Jian Pingping was reluctant, she knew that Doctor Murong would not leave, so she could only get up and walk out.
Ye Mingzhu was also a little curious. Didn't Doctor Murong know that his behavior would be misunderstood?
Jiang Yue turned around and glanced at Ye Mingzhu: "Mingzhu, you stay here, I'll go with Pingping."
Ye Mingzhu: ...What if she also wants to read gossip?
After Jiang Yue and Jian Pingping left, Ye Mingzhu called a waiter, asked which cubicle Doctor Murong was in, and then went directly to the next room.
The waiter hesitated to speak, and Ye Mingzhu whispered, "When customers come later, I'll let the compartment go."
Xia Li followed Ye Mingzhu and sent the waiter away.
"Cousin, let's go in."
Xia Li's eyes lit up, and Ye Mingzhu understood that she was also a girl who loved to listen to gossip.
She took Xia Li and Chun Xing in and immediately sat down against the wall.
Next door, Jian Pingping and Jiang Yue sat together, with Bihe and Qiuguo behind them, and Doctor Murong sitting opposite them.
Doctor Murong sat even more casually than the other two, his eyes fixed on Jian Pingping. "I just heard that Miss Jian's illness hasn't healed yet. I'll take her pulse."
Jian Pingping avoided his gaze, looked at the table and shook her head: "I felt a little uncomfortable just now, but I'm fine now."
Doctor Murong sat up straight and held out his hand. "You can't hide your illness and avoid seeing a doctor. Please hold out your hand and let me take a look."
Jian Pingping didn't move, and Doctor Murong's hand stopped in mid-air.
Jiang Yue smiled and pulled Jian Pingping's arm: "Pingping, Doctor Murong's medical skills are famous. Stretch out your hand and let him take your pulse."
Jian Pingping had no choice but to stretch out her arm, and Doctor Murong immediately put his hand on it.
Jiang Yue just smiled and didn't say a word the whole time.
Doctor Murong suppressed his facial expression and took Jian Pingping's pulse quietly. After a while, he asked Jian Pingping to use his other hand to take the pulse.
He took too long to check her pulse, and even Jian Pingping, who was sure she was well, hesitated: "Doctor, is something wrong?"
"Are you still worried about yourself?" Doctor Murong looked up at her and slowly withdrew his hand. "Your previous typhoid fever hasn't completely healed yet. You still need to take some medicine. For the next period of time, don't go out. Just rest at home and recuperate."
Jian Pingping looked at him with suspicion: "I think I'm much better."
"Why, do you doubt my medical skills? You've forgotten that I was the one who treated your illness. If it weren't for you, how could you have come to the shop after only catching a cold for a few days? Making money is more important than keeping your life."
Doctor Murong spoke harshly as usual, but Jiang Yue heard concern in his words. She realized that Jian Pingping had a special relationship with Doctor Murong.
"I want to talk to Miss Jian alone." Doctor Murong suddenly looked at Jiang Yue.
Jiang Yue raised her eyebrows. There was indeed something wrong between the two of them, but she didn't move. "There are so many people coming and going in this shop. It would be bad for her if others saw her. Doctor Murong, just say what you want to say. I promise I won't spread it."
"I'm afraid it's not convenient for you to hear these words." Doctor Murong looked at Jiang Yue, as if he would not say anything unless she left.
Jiang Yue looked at Jian Pingping. She respected Jian Pingping's opinion more.
"Xiao Yue, please go sit next door for a while." Jian Pingping hesitated for a moment, but finally succumbed to Doctor Murong's gaze.
Doctor Murong's sharp gaze immediately softened.
Jiang Yue took Qiu Guo out. Ye Mingzhu heard the noise and asked Xia Li to bring Jiang Yue over. She continued to listen carefully with her ears perked up.
Next door, Doctor Murong looked at Bihe and said, "You go out too."
Bihe lowered her head, as if she didn't hear anything.
Doctor Murong frowned and looked at Jian Pingping: "Send your maid out."
"Bihe has been following me. Just say whatever you want to say." Jian Pingping felt that with Bihe around, Doctor Murong might be more careful with his words.
Seeing that she was unwilling, Doctor Murong did not insist any further. He leaned forward a little, only a foot away from Jian Pingping: "I sent you so many things, why didn't you reply to my letter? Why did you let your servants say you were not in the mansion?"
"I'm in the shop, so I'm definitely not in the mansion." Jian Pingping said with his head down.
"I'm not talking about today, but yesterday and the day before yesterday. I asked Tiandong to deliver something to you, but the servant said you weren't at home. I went to the shop and checked, but you weren't there." Doctor Murong stared at her: "Why?"
Jian Pingping remained silent.
Doctor Murong's angry heart suddenly calmed down: "Did I do something wrong?"
"No," Jian Pingping shook his head: "Doctor Murong, my parents are both dead, and now I have a younger brother to raise. You shouldn't come to see me so often."
If her aunt knew about this, it would probably cause more trouble.
"You are right. Coming to you like this will affect your reputation. Should I ask a matchmaker to propose marriage and go to the prefect's house to propose marriage?" Doctor Murong's words sounded like thunder in Jian Pingping's ears.
"You, what do you mean?" Jian Pingping raised his head and stuttered.
Bihe opened her eyes wide. Doctor Murong really took a liking to the young lady.
Jiang Yue and Ye Mingzhu next door looked at each other and pricked up their ears again.
"Are you looking at me now?" Doctor Murong said with amusement, "The prefect is your uncle. I hired a matchmaker, so of course I discussed our marriage with your elders."
"Your marriage and mine?" Jian Pingping repeated, with disbelief and confusion in her eyes.
"Yes, I told you before, I don't have a wife." Doctor Murong's voice was full of recklessness. "If you don't object, I will send someone to find a matchmaker to meet the prefect tomorrow."
"No." Jian Pingping immediately objected.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com