Chapter 157: Chapter 150: Don’t Get Divorced
“Sister Jing?! Sister Jing??!!”
Xu Moqian called out several times before Qiao Jing responded.
“It’s okay, hang up.”
Right now, she was held tightly in Zhan Qipei’s arms, totally unable to move.
The truth wasn’t that she couldn’t move, but rather that the man was badly injured, especially around his ribs. What if she exerted a little strength and his injuries got worse?
“It’s okay???” Xu Moqian’s lips twitched wordlessly, his eyes cold as he stared at the man’s hand on the screen.
What do you mean it’s okay? Was he blind, or did his IQ just drop?
“Sister Jing, tell me honestly, which hospital are you at? I promise I won’t kill this jerk!”
Right now, Xu Moqian’s mind was filled with all kinds of unspeakable scenarios.
Like Qiao Jing being pinned down by the man.
Although he felt that with Qiao Jing’s physical prowess, something like that wouldn’t happen, still, nothing good ever comes from a man and a woman left alone together.
“Beep beep beep—” the sound of the phone’s low battery alert went off.
“Sister Jing, are you there? You—”
Xu Moqian was cut off before he could finish speaking by a sudden male voice.
That voice—Xu Moqian recognized it immediately; it wasn’t anyone else but Zhan Qipei!
Great, this Zhan Qipei, he’s obviously after my Sister Jing!
Damn it, he hadn’t even won over Sister Jing yet. What gave this guy the right to take advantage?
“Beep beep beep—” the phone powered off due to a dead battery.
“Son of a—!” Xu Moqian cursed.
SMACK—a slap landed on the back of Xu Moqian’s head.
“You shouldn’t pick up bad habits, like cursing!” Xu Hongzu scolded, fuming with anger.
“Grandpa, this is an emergency.”
“No matter how urgent, you can’t curse. Ever since you were small, I’ve taught you to be civilized and have quality, to use reason and never to resort to violence, you—”
“Grandpa!!! Sister Jing, she’s been pinned to the bed and taken advantage of by Zhan Qipei!”
“What? That scoundrel—get moving! What are you still doing here? Go at once!” Xu Hongzu kicked Xu Moqian’s butt so hard, he sent him flying out of the research lab.
Xu Moqian rubbed his behind, looking back at the research lab, and mumbled.
“And you’re scolding me? That kick was so harsh. What happened to the demeanor of a great agricultural mogul? Seems like I’ve just inherited your traits.”
“What was that? You little rascal—” Xu Hongzu raised a potted plant, ready to throw it.
“No, no, no! Sister Jing had such a hard time growing that, if you smash it, how will you explain to Sister Jing?”
At that, Xu Hongzu took a look at the pot in his hand.
“I’m off, goodbye Grandpa! See ya!” After getting into the car, Xu Moqian blew a kiss to Xu Hongzu.
Xu Hongzu, seething, yelled, “What gibberish is that? Speak Chinese to me from now on!”
Xu Moqian pressed the gas pedal, and sped away like the wind.
In the hospital room.
Qiao Jing watched Zhan Qipei closely; the man had his eyes closed, sleeping deeply. It was evident, the “too noisy” comment earlier was said in a half-conscious state.
Qiao Jing shifted slightly, and the man’s arm tightened even more around her.
He used so much force; he wasn’t afraid of hurting himself.
At this, Qiao Jing stopped moving and lay flat in the man’s arms.
The man’s breaths followed one after another, brushing over the top of her head, slightly cool.
Feeling the breaths on her head, Qiao Jing could tell that the man’s physical condition wasn’t especially good.
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She lowered her eyelids slightly, masking the unrest in her eyes and the indescribable feelings underneath.
As she thought about it, she unknowingly closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She didn’t wake up until around two o’clock in the afternoon.
The moment she opened her eyes, she saw the man staring at her intently.
Intuition told her that the man might have been staring at her ever since he woke up.
She had slept so soundly, it was rare for her to not wake up with someone watching her .
“When did you wake up?” asked Qiao Jing, pretending as if nothing had happened as she extricated herself from the man’s embrace.
After all, it was hard to mention such a thing; if she did, it would be even more awkward, so she simply acted as though nothing had ever happened.
When he lost the warm, fragrant, soft jade from his arms, Zhan Qipei frowned slightly in dissatisfaction.
“I just woke up not long ago.”
“Oh.” Qiao Jing sat up, deliberately moving to the side, creating some distance between them.
But as soon as she moved away from the man, he shifted closer to her.
Qiao Jing moved again, creating distance once more.
The man moved closer again, this time even nearer than before, almost pressing against her.
“You owe me a birthday.”
Zhan Qipei’s words successfully diverted Qiao Jing’s attention.
Reminded by Zhan Qipei, Qiao Jing then remembered this matter. In fact, Qiao Jing hadn’t forgotten; some days earlier, Zhan Qipei had celebrated her birthday, which had moved her, so at that time, she promised to return the favor on his birthday.
His birthday was yesterday, the day they divorced. Originally, she planned to throw Zhan Qipei a birthday party or give him a gift after the divorce. Instead, the sudden events of yesterday threw all her plans into chaos.
“Fine, how do you want to celebrate? Or rather, what kind of birthday gift would you like? I’ll prepare it for you.”
No sooner had Qiao Jing finished speaking than she saw the man suddenly bring his face close to hers, his eyes alight with pleasure as he watched her.
Before she could react as to why he was making such a move, he smiled at her.
This close, that brilliant smile suddenly bloomed before her, dazzling Qiao Jing’s eyes and throwing her heart into disarray.
This was not Qiao Jing’s lack of self-control, but rather, the man at this moment was too enticing, too tempting.
This type of temptation was not about gender; it was simply gorgeous, peerlessly elegant.
While Qiao Jing was entranced by the sight, the man leaned even closer, opened his thin lips slightly, and said:
“The birthday gift I want is only one thing.”
“What?” Qiao Jing managed to keep her composure as best as she could, at least appearing normal on the surface.
Luckily, she was quite skilled at concealing her emotions, so at this moment, she appeared relatively normal on the outside.
“Don’t divorce.” Zhan Qipei looked at Qiao Jing with unwavering determination in his eyes.
Hearing the man say this, Qiao Jing’s brows instantly furrowed tightly, and then her lips pursed.
Seeing the difficulty on Qiao Jing’s face, Zhan Qipei felt an inexplicable nervousness in his heart.
After a brief silence, Qiao Jing gave her response.