I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 369: Sister Rou Rou, how could I lie to you?

Li Laoliu was not intimidated by Fang Xiaoxiao's anger at all. Instead, he became even more arrogant and said, "Hmph, an ugly hag and an ignorant little girl, what future can this clinic have!"

Fang Xiao clenched her fists in anger, her nails digging deep into her palms. She gritted her teeth and said, "Li Laoliu, don't go too far! Sooner or later, we'll make you look at us in a new light!"

Her eyes were filled with determination and resilience, as if she were declaring her resolve to the world.

Li Laoliu sneered, his laughter filled with disdain and mockery.

He glanced contemptuously at Fang Xiaoxiao and Fang Rourou, then strode away.

His large, fat back looked particularly ugly and repulsive in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Outside the clinic, the once bustling street was now deserted, with only the occasional breeze stirring up a few fallen leaves, as if adding to the desolate scene.

Fang Xiaoxiao slowly squatted down and hugged Fang Rourou tightly, whispering, "Sister Rourou, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Fang Rourou leaned on Fang Xiaoxiao's shoulder, sobbing as she said, "Xiaoxiao, am I...am I really that ugly?"

Fang Xiaoxiao gently patted Fang Rourou's back and said firmly, "Sister Rourou, in my heart, you are the most beautiful. This red spot is only temporary, and we will definitely find a way to cure it."

Fang Rourou raised her head, looking at Fang Xiaoxiao through teary eyes, a glimmer of hope flashing in her gaze.

After everyone left, the clinic fell into a deathly silence.

Dust drifted slowly in the few rays of sunlight filtering through the window, as if time itself had stood still.

Fang Xiaoxiao gently took Fang Rourou's hand, her movements as tender as if she were cherishing a rare treasure, and led her to slowly sit down on a slightly worn chair.

Fang Xiaoxiao squatted down in front of Fang Rourou, her gaze gentle yet firm, like a clear and powerful stream flowing in spring.

"Sister Rou Rou, don't take those people's words to heart. They don't understand at all."

Fang Xiaoxiao's voice was soft and gentle, each word seemingly carrying a warm comfort, echoing gently in this quiet space.

Fang Rourou slightly raised her head, her once bright eyes now filled with wet tears, like two pearls covered in dust.

Her voice trembled slightly, as if a wounded animal was whimpering: "Xiao Xiao, am I really that scary?"

Fang Xiaoxiao gently shook her head, her hair swaying slightly with the movement, like a beautiful painting.

She reached out her slender fingers and gently wiped away the tears from Fang Rourou's eyes. The warmth of her fingertips seemed to melt away all the coldness: "Sister Rourou, don't think like that. I just looked at your red spots very carefully. There is actually a way to remove them, but it may be a little difficult."

Fang Rourou's eyes, which had been dull and gray, suddenly lit up the moment she heard those words, like a candle suddenly lit in the darkness, filled with hope and surprise: "Really? Xiao Xiao, you're not lying to me?"

Fang Xiaoxiao gripped Fang Rourou's hands tightly, the strength conveying an invisible power and determination. She nodded firmly, her gaze unwavering: "Sister Rourou, how could I lie to you? Although the process may be full of twists and turns and hardships, as long as we work together, we will definitely be able to do it."

Hearing these words, Fang Rourou's heart, which had been sinking to the bottom, finally felt as if it had been gently lifted by a warm hand, and her mood improved considerably. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, forming a gentle smile like a spring breeze: "That's wonderful."

She slowly stood up, her figure light yet trembling with excitement, and said, "Xiao Xiao, to thank you, I'll cook for you today."

Upon hearing this, Fang Xiaoxiao's already expectant eyes instantly lit up like the brightest stars in the night sky: "That's great, Sister Rou Rou! I've heard that your cooking skills are absolutely superb!"

Fang Rourou turned and walked into the kitchen. Although the kitchen was small and simple, it seemed to be filled with vitality and warmth the moment she entered.

Soon, the rhythmic "thump-thump" of chopping vegetables and the clanging of spatulas against woks filled the kitchen. A fragrant aroma, like a mischievous sprite, eagerly wafted out from under the kitchen door, permeating the entire clinic.

Fang Xiaoxiao sat in the main room, her nostrils flaring as she greedily inhaled the mouthwatering aroma, eagerly anticipating the delicious feast to come.

Her gaze wandered around, thinking of Fang Rourou's kindness and gentleness, and then of the glimmer of hope she had just given Fang Rourou. Her heart was like a garden bathed in sunlight, filled with warmth and joy.

Just then, Pei Yan walked into the Fang family clinic with steady steps.

His figure was outlined in a golden silhouette by the sunlight outside the door. His handsome face showed some weariness from the journey, but his deep eyes were still as bright as stars.

His clothes fluttered gently in the breeze, carrying a hint of unruliness and freedom.

Fang Rourou happened to peek out from the kitchen, and the moment her eyes met Pei Yan's, her heart skipped a beat, as if struck by an invisible lightning bolt.

Pei Yan's tall and upright figure and handsome and resolute face instantly made Fang Rourou's cheeks blush.

Pei Yan nodded politely to Fang Rourou, his smile as warm and charming as a spring breeze.

Then he turned his gaze to Fang Xiaoxiao and began to explain his purpose, his voice deep and magnetic.

Fang Rourou's gaze, however, seemed to be drawn to Pei Yan, unable to look away. She almost dropped the spoon she was holding, lost in a beautiful dream, unwilling to wake up.

Fang Xiaoxiao keenly noticed Fang Rourou's unusual behavior and couldn't help but chuckle to herself, her smile carrying a hint of knowingness and mischief.

A moment later, Fang Rourou carefully emerged, carrying a meticulously prepared meal. Her steps were light, each one seemingly imbued with love and anticipation for life.

The food was arranged neatly, and its color, aroma, and taste were all excellent, resembling exquisite works of art.

Fang Xiaoxiao stared wide-eyed at the mouthwatering dishes before her, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Sister Rou Rou, just by looking at this, I know it must be incredibly delicious. This is practically the level of a royal chef in the palace!"

Fang Rourou smiled shyly, her smile as beautiful and captivating as a blooming peach blossom. She secretly glanced at Pei Yan, her eyes filled with anticipation and unease.