"Ran'er, your medical skills are so good, how come it's been two years and you still haven't developed a medicine to cure the scars on your face?"
Every time he saw the scars on Qiao Ran's face, Lu Huaiyang would ask sadly.
Although in his heart, Qiao Ran will always be the beautiful, confident and omnipotent girl, but he still hopes that her face will be clean and without any flaws.
Rather than being mocked and shouted "ugly" by those who saw it.
"My medical skills are just a little bit better, and I'm not a fairy. I can remove the scars on my face with a little magic.
Besides, after so long, I have already gotten used to it. If I can't see it, I'm still not used to it, so don't pity me.
I think this is good. No one is perfect. You have to accept all your imperfections and live happily every day." Qiao Ran answered openly while eating pastries.
Two years ago, after seeing Wen Shimo's death, she was so excited that she scratched the scarred wound on her face. Later, the wound kept itching unbearably and the wound festered more and more seriously.
After careful study, it was discovered that the knife Xu Xueman used to scratch her was stained with a particularly strange poison.
The medicine will take effect only after the wound has completely healed.
If the skin becomes ulcerated after healing, it will be completely impossible to detoxify it.
Because the skin has completely absorbed the poison, no matter how good the medical skills are, the face will be ruined by the time the antidote is developed.
After Chang Qingsen's constant research and remedies, the scars on her face were reduced to a minimum, making them unsightly but not scary either.
Later I thought about it, if Wen Shimo hadn't died in time and not made her so crazy, her face would have been completely disfigured.
So even if Wen Shimo died, he still used his last glimmer of light to save her.
Qiao Ran doesn't mind the scars on her face at all. She openly displays the scars on her face when going out for work. Only on important occasions, out of consideration for other people's feelings, will she wear a mask to cover it up.
Seeing Qiao Ran eating without caring about his image, the doting smile in Lu Huaiyang's eyes grew even stronger.
Girls still do whatever they want, look relaxed and natural, and look good.
Even if his sister has two red scars on her face, she is still a thousand times more beautiful than those high-ranking ladies who dress elegantly and think they are the most elegant and dignified in the world.
It’s just that everyone says women’s love for beauty is shared by everyone.
Qiao Ran has not cared about getting rid of scars in the past two years. Is it because he has lost the person who likes his appearance, so he has no motivation to pursue beauty?
While Lu Huaiyang was watching Qiao Ran eating lovingly, four ladies in elegant dresses walked to the seats behind Qiao Ran and sat down.
"Almost all the high-ranking officials and celebrities in the Imperial City are here. Only the Han family and the Gu family are missing. Which representative do you expect from the Han and Gu families?"
"Do you need to talk about the Gu family? Of course, Gu Sinian is the only one who is not married. What do those who are married expect?"
"That's right, the Gu family doesn't need to ask at all. Everyone is looking forward to the unmarried Gu Sinian. As for the Han family, I think Han Junsheng, the third young master of the Han family, will come."
"I miss Fourth Young Master Han Jingxuan."
"I am different from you. I want Han Mo, the sixth young master of the Han family, to come."
"Han Mo? Is this the posthumous son Han Mo who returned to the Han family the year before last and inherited the title of Master Han? He has no father or mother to protect him, so what can he expect?"
"No one in your family is in the military zone, so of course you don't know how powerful he is. Han Mo is the biggest dark horse of the Han family. In just two years in the Western Theater Command, he put down the border chaos that has been provoking us.
My dad said that the year before last, when people on the enemy's border provoked us, Han Mo fought one against a hundred and beat them with his bare hands until they knelt down and begged for mercy.
Later, to avenge their shame, they sneaked into our border with dozens of people and tried to attack Han Mo. Han Mo found out and killed them. Several people who fled back to their border were shot dead by Han Mo in front of their generals.
The opponent was so angry that they could not fight back because it was their men who crossed the border and attacked first. This counterattack made Han Mo, who had just arrived in the Xixing Theater for a month, establish his military prestige.
In the past two years, he has made numerous military exploits in the Xixing War Zone and was nicknamed the Living King of Hell.
People from the enemy countries on the border even said that it was not God who decided when they would die, but Han Mo, the living king of hell in the west.
Since the anti-killing war, those little turtles have been very well-behaved and no longer dare to provoke our border."
"Really or not? That Han Mo, who has no father or mother and appears out of nowhere like Sun Wukong, is he really that powerful?"
"My father told me this personally. I don't care if you believe it or not. Anyway, he will be here soon. I have to seize the opportunity. Maybe one day I will be the youngest wife of the Chief of the Army."
"You said that Han Mo is so powerful, I want to see it. If he is really as powerful as you say, I also want to compete fairly with you."
"Me too……"
"..."
Listening to the women's eight-piece gown, Qiao Ran's lips curled up with a hint of self-deprecation.
Although they are both about the same age, she has long since lost interest in talking about marriage and finding a man.
Now, all she wants to do is make money, make a lot of money, and become the richest woman in the world.
But if the Han Mo they mentioned was true, he really chased the enemy to the border and shot the attacker in front of the enemy's commander.
Then he is really a respectable and admirable man.
After all, this is related to the safety of the two countries. He can handle it without causing a war between the two countries, which shows that he really has a lot of tricks.
"Wow! He's so handsome. Who is this man? Why have you never seen him before?"
"Yes, look at the ring uniform he is wearing. Is he a general?"
"This is the first time I have seen such handsome and stylish men wearing military uniforms. Our military uniforms are much more handsome and capable than those suits."
"I counted the star bars on his body. He is a first-class general. He is a first-class general at such a young age. It is really amazing."
"..."
Hearing people's comments and surprises, Qiao Ran looked towards the entrance. There were people standing in front of her eyes. She only saw a green military cap walking among the crowd.
"I thought there was nothing in this world that could make these noble ladies lose control and go crazy. It turns out that they can also be crazy about men. Let me see who is so capable." Lu Huaiyang said and stood up to watch.
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"How is it? Does it look good?" Qiao Ran looked at Lu Huaiyang and asked curiously.
Lu Huaiyang was fixed there as if he had been tapped on an acupuncture point, motionless.
"What's wrong? Did you see a ghost?"
Is it that pretty?
Even Lu Huaiyang, a handsome man who claims to be rare in five thousand years, lost his mind?
With strong curiosity, Qiao Ran also stood up.
Through the crowd of heads, Qiao Ran could only see a figure in military uniform walking towards Lu Qishan who had just walked down from the second floor.
Although she couldn't hear what they said, it was supposed to be a self-introduction session. Qiao Ran saw her always arrogant cousin Lu Mengyao bowing elegantly towards the man in military uniform, with a shy expression on her beautiful face.
"A man who can make Lu Mengyao's heart flutter and shy must be very handsome. I'm afraid he is a handsome man that Pan An will never be able to match in his reincarnation.
Judging from the background of his walk, he has a straight posture, full of momentum, and a domineering and majestic aura around him. He should be a handsome man who makes women unable to control themselves and become excited when they look at him."
Qiao Ran sat on the chair and finished his review, then picked up the spoon and started eating.
Lu Huaiyang sat blankly on the chair. Looking at Qiao Ran's calm face, he knew that she had not seen the face of the man in military uniform.
Just as he was about to speak, Uncle Liu, the housekeeper of the Lu family, came over.
"Miss Qiao, why didn't you say anything when you came? The old man and the old lady are waiting for you. Go over and say hello to them, my dear young lady." Uncle Liu looked at Qiao Ran with a smile and joy,
His eyes were full of love for Qiao Ran.
"I'll go see grandma first and come back to you later." Qiao Ran said, standing up and leaving with Uncle Liu.
"Miss, the old lady knew you were coming, so she personally cooked a pot of soup for you and kept her eyes on the fire, waiting for you to drink it as soon as you came.
It would be better for you to hide at the banquet and eat those fast food. How can those things be as delicious and nutritious as the soup that the old lady made for you?"
Uncle Liu blamed Qiao Ran as he spoke, but his voice was full of tenderness and happiness.
Uncle Liu's wife had a difficult delivery and was left with confinement syndrome. When it was cloudy and rainy, her hands and knees ached and itched, and the pain was unbearable.
After Qiao Ran and Mrs. Lu returned to the Lu family, they took the opportunity to show Uncle Liu's wife the rheumatism that had been bothering her for many years.
Uncle Liu, who loves his wife deeply, treats Qiao Ran as his own daughter. Looking at Qiao Ran, his eyes are full of love and affection.
"I know I was wrong, Uncle Liu. I will go to grandma later to apologize and drink all the soup she made."
Qiao Ran just knew that her grandmother had made soup for her, so she immediately went to the banquet to find something to eat.
Grandma's love for her was so strong that every time she made soup, it was as good as Shiquan Dabu Soup. She had to eat something else to fill her belly.
Otherwise, the stomach will not be able to tolerate such supplements.
The two of them walked through the banquet room chatting and laughing, heading towards the lounge upstairs.
When Lu Mengyao saw Qiao Ran approaching, a sneer flashed in her eyes, and she flicked a transparent ball in her hand toward Qiao Ran's feet.
Qiao Ran, who was chatting with Uncle Liu, stepped on the ball. He felt that the soles of his feet were as smooth as grease, and his body fell forward uncontrollably.