The Fallen Medicine Woman: The Daily Life of Chun Nuan-Chapter 382 - 217_2

"Xiao Ying listens to the young mistress."

Zhong Xiaoying replied with a flushed face.

"Marriage is not about listening to me, nor is it about listening to your parents, but about listening to yourself," said Chun Nuan. "You have to think, do you like him? What are the qualities in him that you value? Ask yourself sincerely, will you find happiness and joy living with him for a lifetime?"

Zhong Xiaoying was a bit dumbfounded.

Such a complex question?

She had never really thought about these things.

It’s just that she reached a certain age, someone came to propose, and her mother said to choose someone good.

Previously, none seemed suitable, but this time she found Qingsheng to her liking, and Qingsheng said he liked her and wanted to marry her.

Now, with the young mistress’s reminder, Zhong Xiaoying really started considering it seriously.

It seems she really likes being with him, just seeing him makes her heart race; seeing him makes her feel happy.

Happiness should be joy, and joy should be happiness.

So, she does like him, right?

"This is an important question, don’t rush if you can’t figure it out right away, take your time, you have up to three days to respond."

"Okay, thank you, young mistress."

With Chun Nuan’s words, Zhong Xiaoying really decided to give it more thought.

News reached Qingsheng that Zhong Xiaoying needed time to consider, and he was beside himself.

"Brother, what’s going on with Xiao Ying? Didn’t I promise her already that I’ll be good to her for a lifetime? Why won’t she agree?"

"Why are you in such a rush? Good things are not hurried," Fusheng thought this guy spent years by the young master’s side and learned nothing of his style, still acting rashly. "Marriage is a lifelong matter. Can’t she be allowed some time to think?"

It’s just consideration, not refusal. This boy, really doesn’t use his brain.

"Whatever, brother, you head home first and tell mom to arrange for a matchmaker to propose."

One way or another, this process has to be followed, act quickly while the iron is hot.

"You..."

Fusheng was speechless.

"Forget it, I need to go back to Hundred Herbs Hall to get some medicine, I’ll tell mom when I’m home."

"Alright, brother, you must tell her."

"You should also consider how mom will react when she hears about your injury."

"Ah, well..." Qingsheng thought for a moment. "Maybe, just don’t tell her I hurt my foot, only mention the proposal."

"So when the matchmaker visits, you won’t show up?"

"Seems like I don’t need to, only for the formal engagement."

"Suit yourself, I’m heading back now, take care of yourself."

Watching him hobble around on one foot, Fusheng always felt that injured people were so pitiable.

Yes, despite always getting medicine at Hundred Herbs Hall, sickness or injury never impacted him much.

When the injury happened to his own brother, Fusheng understood how tough it was.

"Xiao Ying, Xiao Ying."

Aunt Zhong called several times, but Zhong Xiaoying just held onto her needlework absentmindedly.

"This child..." Aunt Zhong couldn’t resist moving forward and patting Zhong Xiaoying’s arm. "What are you thinking about?"

"Ow"

Caught off guard, Zhong Xiaoying pricked her finger with the needle.

"How can you be so careless, child?"

Aunt Zhong panicked. "Are you alright, does it hurt?"

It’s bleeding, the needle went into her finger, do you think it hurts?

Zhong Xiaoying put her finger in her mouth to suck it, tears welled up from the pain.

"Child, what are you thinking? I’ve called you so many times and got no answer."

It happened because of her, yet Aunt Zhong didn’t want to admit it was her fault, mostly because Xiao Ying didn’t hear her.

"I wasn’t thinking about anything."

Zhong Xiaoying’s face turned red, and she lowered her head.

"I gave birth to you, how could I not know when you’re thinking about something?" Aunt Zhong was also a bit helpless, "It’s true, girls can’t be kept home forever, the more you try to keep them, the more distant they become. You silly girl, no matter what, the man has to be the one initiating, you can’t just chase after his family."

"Mom, today the young mistress called me over to talk and said if I was willing, he would have a matchmaker propose." Zhong Xiaoying still couldn’t decide. "The young mistress also said I should think it over and reply within three days."

"And what are you thinking?"

"I just don’t know what to do for the moment," Zhong Xiaoying said. "Mom, what did you think when you married dad?"

"What could I think?" Aunt Zhong chuckled wryly. "You have it much better than I did. When I married your dad, I only knew such a person existed, had no idea if he was tall or short, fat or skinny, or if he was crippled or not. Only when the veil was lifted did I see who I had married."