Chapter 8 (2/2)

“Miss, you’re awake.” An extremely cold male voice rang out in the room suddenly.

Ruan Mengmeng jumped. She looked toward the source of the voice, and only then did she notice there was someone sitting on the couch by the wall.

“Wh-Who are you…?” She grasped her chest, as though he was a pervert she had to be wary of.

The man had his hair parted to one side, and he pursed his lips, pushing his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose as he said coldly, “When I found you, I just happened to see you fainting at the hospital door.”

Ruan Mengmeng remembered now. So this was the person who saved her.

“Sorry, I… Uh, thanks…” It seemed she had misunderstood him. Well, that was a little awkward.

“You don’t have to thank me, Miss. It’s all part of our duty. Our family doctor has dressed the injury on your head, does it hurt anywhere else, Miss?”

“Uh…N-No, not at all.” Ruan Mengmeng could not help but feel there was something odd about the way this man spoke.

On the other hand, she could not figure out why she found it odd.

“Alright, then.” The man suddenly stood up from the couch. “In that case, Miss, please come with me.”

“W-Where are we going?” Ruan Mengmeng was slightly surprised.

A hint of another emotion finally broke through the bespectacled man’s cold expression.

He frowned, looking at Ruan Mengmeng. “Please hurry up, Miss. The Young Master’s time is quite precious, and he has already been waiting for you for three hours.”

W-Waiting for her?

…

The cold man retreated from the room, and a gaggle of maids streamed in quickly, helping her change her clothes.

Only then did Ruan Mengmeng notice she was wearing an unnaturally elaborate thin pink nightgown.

The maids moved gently but rapidly, their gazes steady and focused.

Even when they saw the hickeys and marks all over her jade-white body, their gazes did not change in the slightest.

In no time at all, they had dressed her in an extravagant pink princess gown. They even tied a pink ribbon necklace around her neck.

If she did not have a bandage around her head right now, Ruan Mengmeng was certain they would tie a ribbon around her hair too.

“We’re done, Miss.”

The maids’ previously composed gazes were now sparkling. They would probably turn into heart shapes, if they could.

The young miss was simply too beautiful. She looked just like a princess who had walked out of a fairy tale.