Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie's Dearest Beloved Wife

"That's right, didn't you see how respectful the president was to her yesterday? It wasn't possible for the president to have managed to employ those top-notch doctors. The only likelihood is…"

"You mean Young Master Xie? Young Master Xie did hire them. No wonder the president called for a collective meeting and requested us to be professional and treat patients well. He was trying to beat around the bush by bringing up Old Master Yun as an example.

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The doctors and nurses gathered around as their gossip turned increasingly outrageous.

Yun Bixue replayed her grandfather's words in her mind as she made her way to the elevator. The elevator announced its arrival with a 'ding' and Yun Bixue entered.

Just as the elevator doors closed, she noticed a couple exiting from the neighboring elevator. It was Su Lenghan and Meng Xinyan.

"Is your hand alright? I have arranged for a consultation with the best doctor. Your hand will be treated and bandaged immediately…"

As the words reached her ears, the elevators doors were already shut.

Yun Bixue sneered. As expected, there was a drastic difference in his mannerisms. She recalled how he used to hate visiting the hospital.

She remembered that day at the Luxury Emperor Ballroom. Her forearm had been pricked badly by the glass shards, yet he did not even try to help her up. Such a familiar scene; there was indeed a drastic difference in his mannerisms.

After the elevator went back down, Meng Xinyan appeared absentminded. "Lenghan, I think I saw Miss Yun."

Su Lenghan's heart sank, and his elegant expressions froze. His eyes lost their shine instantaneously. "You must have seen wrongly. Your hand is more important, let's go in to let the doctor attend to it."

"Meng Xinyan smiled gracefully and then walked ahead with Su Lenghan.

Yun Bixue arrived at a house in the western suburbs. Inside, there was only an ordinary villa with several gardeners maintaining the greenery in the garden.

"Miss!" Yun Bixue had just entered, and a few people greeted her immediately. This was a traditional form of etiquette that only households with hundreds of years of heritage could inherit the practice.

Yun Bixue nodded. She had been here several times when she was young and she did not form any deep impressions of it. Her grandfather had brought her some years back. This was where the ancestral home of the Yun family was located.

"Uncle Yang, come with me," Yun said as she entered the main section of the house.

Uncle Yang followed behind reverentially.

"I wish to appoint someone from this house to assist me by my side. Uncle Yang, are there any suitable candidates?" The Yun family has had more than a hundred years of heritage, but in Ning An City where the powerful congregated, several families could jointly annihilate the Yun family. Since her grandfather had divulged this place to her, she would not allow the Yun family to wane.

"Miss, please wait!" Uncle Yang cried out as he passed the details of the suitable candidates to Yun Bixue.

After taking a look, Yun Bixue selected one of them. Pointing at her records, she said, "Her! Yang Mei."

"Sure, Miss. I will arrange for her return from her studies abroad right away."

Afterward, she gave Uncle Yang more instructions and left. Just like how she came quietly, she also left silently.

Yun Bixue took a turn and arrived at a cafe. However, she had not expected to see an old friend.

"Yun Bixue, why are you still leaving even after seeing me? Did you do something wrong that you are afraid of being exposed?" An extravagantly dressed woman wearing high heels and smokey makeup sniggered as she sauntered over to Yun Bixue's side.

Yun Bixue turned around with her lips hooked up into a faint smile. "Miao Zifu, you were right. I truly did not want to see you, nor did I recognize you. As it turns out, you look like that now."

During her university days, each dormitory room was shared by four people. Miao Zifu, Chu Fei'er and her were roommates. However, everything had changed afterward.