The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! - Chapter 972

Chapter 972: Chapter 970: The Perfect Su Hao

His expression softened a bit as he spoke, “Lu Ying, I mean no harm. I just want you to understand that I truly made a mistake that night. I, Su Hao, owe you, and I would like to make amends to the best of my ability. The best way to do that would be to arrange your marriage and have both the Lu Manor and the Marquis’s Manor provide you with the utmost dignity. I could even ask my sister to use her status as the Ninth Princess Consort to see you off when you marry. That way, you will certainly not be mistreated by your future family.”

“If you could meet someone you love, that would be best. You and your husband would live in harmony, and your latter life would not be ruined by my actions. I could marry you and take responsibility for you, but in my heart, there is only Jinyan, and in this lifetime, I will only ever love her and her children. I will not have children with any other woman. So, these are your choices, and the solutions I can think of are only these. If there is anything else you desire, as long as I live, I will do my utmost to fulfill it.”

“What if I want you not to marry me, or Wu Jinyan?” Lu Ying pressed on, determined to disrupt Su Hao and Wu Jinyan’s relationship.

The depths of Su Hao’s eyes darkened, and his demeanor was no longer gentle, “If you prevent me from marrying Jinyan, you will face consequences beyond your imagination, and I will no longer feel the slightest bit of guilt towards you!”

He knew he was at fault to begin with, truly indebted to Lu Ying, and he should compensate her.

But this did not mean she could do whatever she wished.

He would not allow anything that could harm Wu Jinyan in the slightest.

“Su Hao, it turns out you can be so heartless too,” Lu Ying said with a foolish smile, as tears overflowed from her eyes.

When she was young and came to Jiang Du City, she fell for Su Hao at first sight. She couldn’t understand how there could be such a perfect man like Su Hao in this world. He was born into a noble family, yet he had not a trace of the young master’s temper from a Marquis’s Manor, warm and kind; even though he was a Martial General, he was also a man of delicate thoughts and considerate nature.

In Bamboo Leaf Pass, despite his busy military duties, he would still write letters to Wu Jinyan every day, collecting interesting stories and trinkets from Bamboo Leaf Pass to send back to her. He nearly wanted to share every trifling thing about his daily life with her to express his longing and to provide her comfort.

Such a perfect man, such an outstanding Su Hao — her admiration, unreciprocated, was an unbearable torment!

She exhausted all her schemes, yet he still planned to marry Wu Jinyan, reserving his sole affection for her!

Oh, how jealous she was!

So jealous she was nearly driven mad!

Her foolish laughter was met with only calm from Su Hao, “Lu Ying, everyone has their own happiness. I hope you find yours too. If you insist on becoming my concubine, after I am married to Jinyan, I will let her arrange it.”

After saying this, Su Hao returned to his bridal chamber to check if everything on the wedding bed had been cleared away properly and whether there was anything that might make Wu Jinyan uncomfortable.

Lu Ying left at some point, unnoticed.

But he did pay a visit to Su Yingxue and told her about what had happened that evening, “Yingxue, although I cannot remember the details of that night, if not for Lu Ying’s interference, it would be too harsh of me to treat her like this.”

Su Hao was wholeheartedly dedicated to Wu Jinyan, but he was, after all, an upright man, already feeling guilty about Lu Ying.

It was because both Su Yingxue and Wu Jinyan felt there was something quite odd about the situation that he decided to test Lu Ying.

In fact, he couldn’t recall anything about that day at all. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember what had happened, only the lingering physical sensations clearly reminded him of the reality.