Noble Marriage
Chapter 157 Young Master Has Been Guarding You for Two Days

Chapter 157: Chapter 157 Young Master Has Been Guarding You for Two Days

Having said that, he turned and walked away.

Lin Xinlan let out a derisive snort, indifferent to his sudden change in attitude.

Was it guilt? So he wanted to make it up to her?

No, what Rong Shaoze owed her could never be compensated in a lifetime!

After a while, someone knocked on the door, and without waiting for her to respond, pushed it open and entered.

The one who came in was the butler; she approached carrying medicine, a faint charitable smile on her face.

Fearing that Lin Xinlan might get emotional and refuse to take the medicine, the butler spilled out everything that was on her mind as soon as she spoke.

"Young Madam, the young master said you didn’t want to see him, so he asked me to bring the medicine to you. Please drink the medicine. Only by taking it will your health recover quickly. You don’t know, but after you fainted, the young master stayed by your side for two days. He personally decocted the medicine for two hours to get it ready. I can see that he really cares about you. Don’t be angry with him anymore, just drink the medicine," she pleaded.

Upon hearing the butler’s words, a flicker of astonishment passed through Lin Xinlan’s eyes.

Was the medicine decocted by Rong Shaoze?

He had stayed by her side for two days?!

Hah, such hypocrisy, so nauseating to even look at!

"I won’t drink it, take the medicine away," Lin Xinlan lay back on the bed, turned her back to the butler, and said without looking back.

"Young Madam..."

"Take it away!" She would never drink any medicine prepared by Rong Shaoze, even if it killed her.

"But if you don’t drink it, the young master will be angry," the butler said, troubled, "Young Madam, please drink it. Why torment your own body? If it damages your health, you’re the one who will suffer in the end."

Lin Xinlan thought to herself, the butler wasn’t wrong.

Why should she wreck her own health over Rong Shaoze? She should look after her body.

Turning her head, she said indifferently, "I won’t drink herbal medicine; just get me some Western medicine."

She really couldn’t understand why they wanted her to drink herbal medicine.

Clearly, Western medicine worked faster.

And herbal medicine was too bitter; she just couldn’t stomach it.

The butler’s face stiffened slightly, then after a moment’s thought, she said with a smile, "This herbal medicine was personally prepared by Dr. Tao for you. He said your body is too weak right now, unsuitable for Western medicine, and it would be better to recuperate slowly with herbal medicine."

Lin Xinlan was simply puzzled for a moment and didn’t think too much of it.

"Then help me brew another bowl; I won’t drink the one prepared by Rong Shaoze."

"But... Young Madam, it was not easy for the young master to prepare the medicine for you. How can you disregard his efforts like that?" In the butler’s view, Lin Xinlan was being ungrateful.

That was medicine prepared by their distinguished young master. She should be full of thanks, how could she disdain it?

"Then I won’t drink it," Lin Xinlan said, turning her head away again, not wanting to argue further.

"Young Madam, please get up and drink it. It’s just a bowl of medicine. No matter who prepared it, it’s all the same," the butler persisted pleadingly, but Lin Xinlan simply wouldn’t respond.

She closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.

The butler spoke at length and, hearing her light breathing, paused in surprise, then shook her head helplessly.

Forget it, she’d better go ask the young master for instructions.

Let’s see what he says.

Quietly leaving the room, the butler went downstairs and relayed Lin Xinlan’s attitude to Rong Shaoze. The man sat on the sofa and, after a moment of silence, said, "Heat the medicine in a bit and bring it to her again, just say it was prepared by you."

The butler understood immediately, smiling and nodding her head, "Alright, I know what to do."

Rong Shaoze leaned back on the sofa, a cigarette held between his fingers, though he wasn’t smoking.

He sat with his legs crossed on the glass table.