Chapter 146: Chapter 139: I Want You to Be My Woman
Halfway through, Qiao Jing stopped.
Zhan Qipei’s brows furrowed, and disappointment filled his eyes.
After halting her actions, Qiao Jing looked towards Tang Yan.
“You do it, it’s not convenient for me.”
“Oh, okay.” Tang Yan strode over, rolled up his sleeves to begin, then was stared down by his own boss’s gaze.
After a brief moment of confusion, Tang Yan clutched his stomach.
“Hiss—no good, no good! I have a bad stomach, I need to use the restroom.” Tang Yan said as he ran out, and thoughtfully shut the door behind him.
In the room, only Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei remained.
“Hurry up and stop the bleeding for me, I’m about to… to pass out.” Zhan Qipei said weakly, as if he was on his deathbed.
Seeing this, Qiao Jing did not delay any longer and quickly stripped.
Zhan Qipei’s mouth curved up, lying on the bed with-body pleasure, enjoying the process of Qiao Jing treating him.
The only regret was that the wound on his leg was quite far from his thigh, so he could not enjoy the VIP treatment like the last time.
Midway through the surgery, Zhan Qipei passed out due to excessive weakness.
When he woke up, his vision had mostly recovered.
Zhan Qipei struggled to sit up, leaning on the bed, and glanced around the room.
The walls were adorned with awards from childhood to adulthood, and by the window stood a semi-old desk.
This must be Qiao Jing’s room.
Zhan Qipei sat alone for a while, and seeing that Qiao Jing had not returned, bored, he Find your next favorite novel on NovelHub today!
If he remembered correctly, when he was lying in bed after being shot last time, he vaguely saw this medicine box.
The red cross was particularly conspicuous… it left a deep impression in his memory…
Upon opening the medicine box, Zhan Qipei was first drawn to the surgical knife inside.
Zhan Qipei took out the surgical knife and examined it closely before his eyes.
Soon, the image of Qiao Jing using this knife to shave him surfaced in his mind.
“You’re awake.” As Qiao Jing pushed the door open, she saw Zhan Qipei holding her favored surgical knife.
Zhan Qipei met Qiao Jing’s gaze and asked, “Was it you who performed the surgery on me using this knife at that time?”
A flicker of surprise passed through Qiao Jing’s eyes, but in just a second, it was gone, replaced with her usual expression.
“I told you, it wasn’t me.”
No sooner had Qiao Jing finished speaking than she was pinned against the wall by Zhan Qipei.
“At this point, you’re still denying it. What’s the point? Or are you saying you have the guts to do it but not the guts to admit it?”
Hearing Zhan Qipei take it this far, Qiao Jing felt that there really was no point in hiding it anymore.
“I admit it, it was me, what are you going to do about it?”
Qiao Jing just couldn’t believe that Zhan Qipei would really seek revenge for a favor, just because she touched a part of him she shouldn’t have, and now he wanted to retaliate against her.
Zhan Qipei squinted his profound and distinct eyes, fixating unwaveringly on Qiao Jing.
At this moment, the distance between the two was less than an arm’s length, close enough to breathe in each other’s breath.
The atmosphere was tense, on the verge of explosion.
After a minute of staring each other down,
Zhan Qipei spoke first.
Qiao Jing pressed her lips together, quietly waiting for Zhan Qipei’s next words.
This abrupt turn left Qiao Jing utterly shocked.
Qiao Jing even started to doubt her own ears.
“You—” Qiao Jing barely opened her mouth when Zhan Qipei seized the moment to press his advantage.
Qiao Jing’s pupils dilated instantly! Her wide eyes filled with disbelief!
Her brain froze, and it took a long time before she came to her senses.
By the time she regained her composure, the man was still lost in expanding his territories obliviously.
Qiao Jing could bear it no longer, and with a push on the man’s shoulders, she managed to shove him away and instinctively raised her hand to deliver a slap.
“Slap—” The sound was exceptionally loud.
Tang Yan heard the commotion and hurried in.
Upon entering, his eyes were instantly drawn to the handprint on his boss’s face.
Seeing Qiao Jing’s furious expression, it was clear who had delivered that slap.
As Tang Yan stood there, bewildered and shocked, Zhan Qipei suddenly smiled.
“Heh heh… heh heh heh…” Zhan Qipei smiled, extending his hand and grasping Qiao Jing’s wrist, which was as delicate and white as the moon, and slowly lifted it.
Qiao Jing reflexively jerked her hand, but Zhan Qipei pulled on it firmly, unwilling to let go.
“What on earth are you trying to do?” she exclaimed.
Qiao Jing struggled to break free, mostly because the man’s hand was so large that whenever he grasped her wrist, it was tightly restrained and difficult to escape.
A happy and pleased look shone in Zhan Qipei’s eyes, with the corners of his mouth turned up.
“You saved me once before, and then did that thing to me, and now you’ve slapped me. Both the former and the latter were the first in my life. Don’t you think you should take responsibility? So, I’ve set my heart on you for this lifetime. You have to stay with me until we’re old and grey.”
Qiao Jing rolled her eyes at Zhan Qipei, a very telling gesture.
“Mr. Zhan, I remember quite clearly, we only have ten more days left between us,” she said.
“After ten days, I won’t go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with you,” Zhan Qipei said, gazing at Qiao Jing with utmost seriousness.
Qiao Jing’s brow furrowed, her eyes and brows tinged with anger, “Zhan Qipei! What exactly do you mean?”
Zhan Qipei took Qiao Jing’s hand and placed it over his left chest.
“I’ve taken a liking to you. You have to be my wife for life.”
Zhan Qipei’s sudden confession had left Qiao Jing momentarily speechless.
Qiao Jing thought Zhan Qipei was playing her at first, but the man looked as earnest as could be, without a trace of jest.
“You… You mean, you like me?” she asked.
“Mhm,” Zhan Qipei nodded without any hint of evasion.
The mere nod from the man carried the gravity of a heavy promise.
This look on the man’s face, once again, left Qiao Jing dumbfounded.
She was used to confessions; they no longer stirred much within her.
But the spontaneous confession from Zhan Qipei had truly stunned her.
Tang Yan curled his lips, exited from the doorway, and gently closed the door behind the two.
The room was once again left with only Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei.
Time ticked away by the second.
Qiao Jing looked at the man’s serious face and then at the hand he was holding before she finally spoke:
“This doesn’t make sense. How could one suddenly fall in love with someone? Moreover, if your grandfather hadn’t coerced you with the threat of death on our wedding day, you probably wouldn’t have shown up. Let’s not even mention the incident where you hit me; you clearly told me afterward that you would never fall for me. Now you’re saying all this, and I really don’t understand you.”