Chapter 177: Chapter 170: What are You Looking At! My Wife
Seeing Qiao Jing , Zhan Qipei felt entirely wrong.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, a ball of fire intensifying and burning within him.
Zhan Qipei loosened his tie with one hand, forcibly suppressing the beast stirring inside him.
With that, Zhan Qipei bent down toward her.
Qiao Jing bit back her words in refusal.
“But in your current state, if this continues, your body will suffer.”
As Zhan Qipei spoke, he began unbuttoning her shirt.
“Zhan Qipei… if you, if you want to help me in this way… our 100-day agreement… comes to… an end,” Qiao Jing said weakly and intermittently.
Zhan Qipei’s movements halted abruptly, his eyebrows knitting into knots.
“You mean, you would hate me?”
“No,” Qiao Jing had not finished speaking, “but I… wouldn’t want to see you… ever again…”
Zhan Qipei rose from Qiao Jing’s body, closed his eyes, and exhaled deeply.
After a moment of silence, his eyes suddenly opened and he extended his arms to embrace Qiao Jing, heading toward the bathroom.
Zhan Qipei gently placed her into the bathtub, “I’ll use cold water to cool you down, it will be very chilly, just bear with it.”
At this point, Qiao Jing’s throat was so scorched she could hardly speak, she could only nod in response to Zhan Qipei’s words.
Turning on the shower, the icy water hit her burning skin, a painful contradiction that Qiao Jing could barely endure, her teeth clenched tight. It was torture that not just anyone could withstand.
Fortunately, it was enough to slightly alleviate the heat within her body, preventing her from losing her mind completely.
Zhan Qipei called Tang Yan, urging him to hurry back with the medicine.
“Boss, I’ve already bought it, I’m right at the door.”
Tang Yan knew that given his boss’s fondness for Qiao Jing, he wouldn’t take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state.
Zhan Qipei brought in the medicine, urging Qiao Jing to take it.
Half an hour later, there was not the slightest easing of Qiao Jing’s condition.
“Strange? Why isn’t the medicine working?”
Qiao Jing bit her lower lip, her voice hoarse, she struggled to say, “It should… be the same as last time, it requires… needs something substantial to… happen…”
Hearing this, Zhan Qipei’s face darkened as if to merge with the night.
“It was Lan Yinyin’s doing!”
“I guess, it’s… possible.”
After Qiao Jing spoke, another wave hit her, tormenting her into shivering.
“It seems this is the only way,” Zhan Qipei once again started unbuttoning his shirt.
Last time he was affected by the medicine, he had Qiao Jing, Divine Doctor Jing by his side. Now the situation was reversed; he didn’t possess her medical skills to treat her.
“Don’t—” Qiao Jing began to protest, but Zhan Qipei stepped forward with long strides, closing the distance between them.
“Zhan Qipei!” Qiao Jing growled out loud.
Zhan Qipei’s lips were pressed tightly together, “Just consider it a dream.”
“I am not that naive!” Qiao Jing declared determinedly.
Zhan Qipei saw how much Qiao Jing was resisting and was at a loss for what to do.
“You, call Zhou Fu… Consider this favor… as owed by me…” Qiao Jing mustered all her strength to push against the man’s shoulder.
However, for Zhan Qipei, Qiao Jing’s current strength felt like a kitten’s paw, soft and boneless.
Zhan Qipei pondered for two seconds.
100 days would pass quickly; what if he couldn’t make Qiao Jing fall in love with him in that time, could he use this favor to request another 100 days?
“Fine, I’ll call Zhou Fu.”
Not long after, the doorbell rang.
Zhan Qipei glanced outside, it must be Zhou Fu.
He then looked at Qiao Jing, her entire body soaked with water, the true contours beneath the wet clothes faintly discernible. He would not allow anyone else to see Qiao Jing .
Zhan Qipei went to open the door for Zhou Fu.
“Where’s my master? How is she doing now?” Zhou Fu asked urgently, carrying a medicine box and about to rush inside.
“Wait a second,” Zhan Qipei stretched out an arm to stop Zhou Fu.
“How can I wait when my master is in such a serious condition?”
“She’s in the bathroom, it’s inconvenient.”
Huh? Zhou Fu’s eyes instantly widened, “You, you didn’t do anything to my master, did you?”
Zhan Qipei gave Zhou Fu a speechless look, “If I had, would I need you?”
Hearing these words, Zhou Fu let out a sigh of relief.
Zhan Qipei took a bathrobe and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Then he lifted Qiao Jing out of the bathtub, peeled the wet clothes off her, and helped her into the bathrobe.
During this process, Qiao Jing almost lost her composure several times when touched by the man’s cool hands.
And so, her hands were not idle at all, occasionally grabbing and scratching on Zhan Qipei’s body.
“Are you done?” Zhou Fu called out anxiously from outside.
Zhan Qipei, holding Qiao Jing, pushed the door open and came out.
Zhou Fu looked at the state of the Qiao Family’s daughter and was a bit dumbfounded; in the many years following his master, it was his first time seeing his master in such a vulnerable state.
“What are you looking at? She’s my wife!” Zhan Qipei said irritatedly.
Zhou Fu withdrew his gaze, shrugged his shoulders, “You’d better get her on the bed.”
Zhan Qipei sat down by the bed, then placed Qiao Jing on his lap, holding her.
“Just consider me as a bed,” Zhan Qipei said, cradling the tender and fragrant beauty in his arms with such tenderness, he simply could not bear to put her down.
Zhou Fu didn’t want to talk.
The situation with Qiao Jing could not be delayed any further, and Zhou Fu immediately took her pulse.
“This medicine is really overbearing!” Zhou Fu said through gritted teeth, “Who is so cruel to have given my master such a drug?”
Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes narrowed, a dangerous gleam shining within them.
“Let’s not talk about that for now, do you have a way to suppress it?”
“If I didn’t have a way, then I wouldn’t deserve to be my master’s disciple,” Zhou Fu said confidently.
Hearing Zhou Fu say this, Zhan Qipei’s feelings were somewhat complex, both happy and a little disappointed.
“Then get on with the treatment!”
Zhou Fu took out the silver needles and started applying them to Qiao Jing.
“Mmm…” Qiao Jing bit back the pain and made a sound.
“Be gentle!” Zhan Qipei held Qiao Jing close, his heart aching unbearably.
Zhou Fu was speechless and twitched the corner of his mouth, “Who’s the doctor here, you or me? This cannot be cured just by being gentle. Don’t worry, my master’s body can bear this pain.”
“That’s easy for you to say, she’s not your wife, so of course you aren’t heartbroken.”
Truth be told, if Qiao Jing weren’t his master, he would have already started arguing with Zhan Qipei.
Zhou Fu continued with the acupuncture, increasing the force as necessary.
“Mmmhm—” Qiao Jing moaned in pain again.
Zhan Qipei immediately bent down and kissed her forehead repeatedly, his large hand gently patting her back.
“My Xiao Jing, don’t be scared, don’t be scared, I’m here… There, there…” Zhan Qipei’s tone was as if he were coaxing a child.