She rushed into her bedroom and immediately stormed into her walk-in closet, pulling things here and there. After rummaging for a while, she pulled out a sexy purple dress, and then sat down at the table. By this time, two maids had arrived on her command; they immediately started fussing over her, one on each side.
Despite this, it still took over ten minutes to get ready. Qian Xueying looked at herself in the mirror and lifted her chin with satisfaction.
The only nuisance was the scar on her back—she considered it a blemish, but otherwise saw herself as flawless.
She glanced at the scar in the mirror, knowing it was ugly, but felt it was worth it!
She could always undergo skin graft surgery to cover the scar later... No, she would leave it as it was. She wanted that man to remember for his entire life that he owed her his life, so he would always cherish her and dote on her...
The more she thought about it, the prouder she felt, and Qian Xueying couldn’t help but smile at the mirror as she turned and walked towards the door.
As she descended the stairs to greet midnight, Huangfu Jue had already been waiting in the living room, growing impatient. If it weren’t for the fact that he had come for a reason, he would have already left—Qian Xueying certainly didn’t have the privilege to keep him waiting.
Hearing the footsteps on the stairs, Huangfu Jue naturally turned his face towards the sound. He saw Qian Xueying, dressed in a gorgeous purple gown, adorned with delicate makeup, gracefully descending the stairs.
Objectively speaking, her appearance was not bad at all. However, thinking about the things she had done, even the most beautiful face and figure appeared to Huangfu Jue only as a piece of meat that had rotted and stank, inducing a sense of revulsion from deep within.
Seeing Huangfu Jue gaze at her as if in a trance, Qian Xueying mistook it for awe at her attire, and her heart swelled with joy.
"Duke, I am so sorry to have kept you waiting. I really was... in too unseemly a state, so I changed into another dress. I hope you’re not angry."
Huangfu Jue stood up and gave her a glance, "Very good."
Those two words of praise almost sent Qian Xueying floating off the ground with delight.
Qian Xueying’s gaze swept over the man in front of her, no wonder so many women flocked to him. Not to mention his background, status, and capabilities, just his face, physique, and demeanor alone...
Her eyes lingered on Huangfu Jue’s lips, filled with anticipation at the thought of what it would feel like to marry him.
"Miss!" Xiuyi hurried into the room, and upon seeing Huangfu Jue already present, he quickly approached, "Duke, I truly apologize for stepping out on urgent business earlier, it was quite rude of me."
Huangfu Jue shook his head indifferently, "It’s nothing."
Qian Xueying exchanged a glance with Xiuyi, knowing that he had already prepared everything, and she immediately spoke up.
"Hurry and arrange the kitchen to prepare dinner for the Duke!"
"No need!" Will interjected with a smile, stopping Xiuyi in his tracks, "The Duke has already made arrangements."
Xiuyi paused, puzzled, as Will raised his hand and gently clapped.
A group of people promptly entered the living room; leading them was a Caucasian chef dressed in a head chef’s uniform. Following him were his assistants and a few staff members who were clearly carrying insulated boxes.
"This is the Duke’s favored chef, and these ingredients have just been flown in fresh from abroad, especially from the Imperial Palace," Will said with a smile, lifting his hand, "The Duke knew that Miss Xueying was injured and would have trouble going out to a restaurant, so he took the liberty of bringing the kitchen and ingredients here to spare you the inconvenience."