Chapter 825: Chapter 825: Mr. Young Master Is a Sis-Con
The car drove all the way to the countryside, and the scenery became increasingly beautiful.
"Xinxin, where is Brother taking us for dinner?" Song Anjing asked curiously.
Qin Xin felt a bit awkward: "I don’t know either..."
Nalan Ye Jue: "Qingyun Road No. 1."
The others all responded with an "Oh," still unsure where this address was.
Ao Xinghao, who had been silent, suddenly spoke: "That’s a hospital, right?"
Qin Xin was also surprised upon hearing this: "Are we going to a hospital?"
Nalan Ye Jue glanced at Ao Xinghao through the rearview mirror and said lightly: "It’s now a rehabilitation center and mountain resort."
Song Anjing was curious: "God Ao, how do you know it was a hospital?"
Ao Xinghao looked out the car window, gloomily saying: "I know a lot of things."
Song Anjing: "What’s up with you today, God Ao..."
This guy seemed a bit strange as soon as he got in the car.
Everyone called Brother, but he was silent.
Ao Xinghao: "No, nothing’s wrong."
He withdrew his gaze from the window, glancing at the back of Nalan Ye Jue’s head.
There are quite a few young people in Imperial City with disabilities, but to own such an advanced modified car with a unique autopilot system, there’s probably only one person in the entire city.
That’s Nalan Emperor.
His heart, ah, she’s Nalan Emperor’s sister.
He was truly shocked.
But, this is not enough to make him lose his composure.
What’s causing his emotions to become chaotic is that when he got in the car and saw Nalan Ye Jue’s back, he immediately thought of the man from the countryside bamboo courtyard.
Although that man can walk normally, while Nalan Ye Jue needs a wheelchair.
Yet their resemblance from the back is nearly ninety-nine percent.
If the man from the bamboo courtyard is indeed Nalan Emperor, then the man who deliberately didn’t tell them where Sister Xin was before would be this brother, wouldn’t he?
Thus, he despised Hu Yi and their flattering behavior: no matter how much they praise him, this man inherently doesn’t want them near Sister Xin.
Unfortunately, although he vaguely understood all this, he couldn’t say a word, only brooding silently in the back seat.
Finally, they arrived at the destination.
Nalan Ye Jue parked the car, got out first, moved to the passenger side, and helped Qin Xin open the door.
Even though he was sitting in a wheelchair, he didn’t lack gentlemanly manners.
Seeing this, Song Anjing, sitting in the back seat, felt envious: "Xinxin’s brother is really the most polite and graceful man I’ve ever seen."
Ao Xinghao pushed open the car door, muttering: "When I open the door for you, you don’t express this kind of gratitude. Besides, he’s only polite to Xin."
Song Anjing: "Well, I’m happy nonetheless. Seeing Xinxin have such a good brother, I feel much more at ease!"
Ao Xinghao: "Do you? Don’t you think her brother’s gaze towards her is unnecessarily intense? What kind of brother does that?"
Song Anjing laughed: "Oh, God Ao, you just don’t understand. This is what we call a ’Sis-con,’ a ’Sis-con’!"
Ao Xinghao: "..."
It’s said that girls have a sharp sixth sense.
How come Song Anjing acts like a clueless girl, completely unaware of what he’s hinting at?
Forget it, there’s not a single person’s intelligence here that can comprehend what he’s pondering.
The group got off the car and followed Nalan Ye Jue on a walk up the mountain.
As expected, a scenic and secluded rehabilitation resort unfolded before them.
The old sign of "Imperial Hospital" was still there, next to the rehabilitation resort’s sign, looking quite aged.
The crowd marveled: "So this is where the Imperial Hospital’s old site is. The scenery is truly beautiful!"
Ao Xinghao, familiar with the place, kicked a small stone by the road: "Now that it’s a rehabilitation resort, the scenery is great; it used to be quite rundown..."
Nalan Ye Jue lifted his eyes slightly to look at him, saying nothing, only asking Qin Xin: "Little... Sister, do you still remember this place?"
[Master Yun: Goodnight kiss! Remember to check out the important plot tomorrow — a warm reminder from the overtime crew]
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