Chapter 275: Do You Still Call Me Miss Qiao?
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Qiao Changshun and Qiao Dami returned and saw Tong Sanlang making a pancake in the kitchen. Qiao Changshun said hurriedly, “Let me do it, let me do it.”
“Uncle Changshun, you should go check on Miss Qiao. Dami, come help me with the fire,” Tong Sanlang said.
“Right, I’ll go check on Xiaomai.” Having heard this, Qiao Changshun quickly stepped into the hall.
Qiao Xiaomai was lying on the bed, her eyes half-closed, and her face deathly pale.
She had lost too much blood. Even drinking water from the Spiritual Spring couldn’t replenish it, making her look genuinely frail.
“Xiaomai, 1 was wrong. Don’t worry, I will never mention your grandmother in front of you again. 1 promise 1 won’t,” Qiao Changshun sat by the bed, his eyes red and face filled with regret.
Mother and daughter, he’s decidedly choosing his daughter now.
Qiao Xiaomai hmm’d, her voice weak. Seeing the sweat on his forehead, she couldn’t help but say, “Dad, your leg must be hurting again, right?”
Considering Qiao Changshun’s lame leg, he must have run back home.
“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Qiao Changshun shook his head dismissively and asked caringly, “What would you like to eat? I can make it for you.” This content belongs to novelꜰire.net
Once he finished speaking, without waiting for Xiaomai’s response, he slapped his thigh and said, “I’ll go and make you some medicine, starting with that. You lie down. If you need anything, just call me. I’ll be outside.”
Qiao Xiaomai responded weakly again.
She was truly weak now.
After a while, Tong Sanlang came in carrying a tray.
On the tray was a plate of egg pancakes, a bowl of Red Dates and Wolf berry Rice Porridge, and a plate of stir-fried pig blood.
Before she could ask, Tong Sanlang explained voluntarily, “I went back home using my lightness skill and brought some blood-nourishing ingredients.”
Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help but envy him.
Having a lightness skill is really convenient.
Tong Sanlang placed the tray on the table, “My cooking skill is not very good, just make do with it.”
“If you made it, it’s sure to be delicious.” Qiao Xiaomai sat up.
Tong Sanlang smiled and handed her the chopsticks, “Let me know if you need any help in the coming days.”
The wheat harvest is not yet over, Qiao Changshun is disable, and Qiao Dami is young; this family needs help.
“Don’t they need you at home for the wheat harvest?”
“No, we are enough people at my home.”
“Then come to my home every day.”
As Qiao Xiaomai fluttered her long eyelashes, her small face was full of anticipation.
“Every day?” Tong Sanlang was slightly taken aback at the word.
“There’s a lot of chores to do at my home.”
Tong Sanlang paused and then grimaced, “Miss Qiao, you…”
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted, “Are you still going to call me Miss Qiao?”
“Alt?” Tong Sanlang furrowed his eyebrows, “Miss Qiao, do you know what you’re talking about?”
“I do. I know that your home is in danger, and that you aren’t free to do what you wish.” Qiao Xiaomai pursed her lips, gazed directly at him, and lightly touched her chest, “But here, I’m not in control either.”
“You should have noticed by now that 1 can be quite stubborn, so much so that I don’t even care about myself when I’m mad.”
“I always follow what this [my heart] tells me.”
“Also, call me Xiaomai.”
His eyebrows furrowed even more, in fact, his entire face seemed like it was crumpling. He looked like Qiao Changshun, showing an expression that made him look older than his seventeen years.
After a while, he said, “Even if… you are a little infatuated, you should stay away from me.”
How could she be this close to him while struggling? Normally, she would keep her distance until she comes to a conclusion.
Her life and safety were at stake.
And besides, what if she ends up retracting after getting so close?
How will he, who’s deeply entangled with the situation, handle it?
If she doesn’t retract…. then what about him?