Chapter 215: Chapter 208: You Still Have Me in Your Heart
With a loud “thud,” he slammed heavily onto the ground.
“Hmm—” Wu Xirui let out a muted groan as he struggled to get up from the ground, clutching his heart while looking at Qiao Jing.
From inside a nearby car, a woman whose features were both enchanting and bore a resemblance to Qiao Jing, about three parts similar, stared at Qiao Jing with a pair of vicious, sinister eyes.
This person was none other than Lan Yinyin, who had just had her plastic surgery a few days ago.
Lan Yinyin’s resemblance to Qiao Jing was all per Wu Xirui’s instructions, claiming that it would make it easier to get close to Zhan Qipei, all for the sake of the upcoming plan.
Lan Yinyin’s gaze shifted from Qiao Jing to Wu Xirui.
This Qiao Jing is doomed! How dare she lay a hand on Fifth Master. Fifth Master is known as Yama Raja in M-country. Those who mess with him end up terribly, let alone hitting Wu Xirui!
As she thought about it, Lan Yinyin laughed, her facial features gradually distorting.
That look was as if she had already seen Qiao Jing’s devastating end!
“Thinking of fighting back?” Qiao Jing asked expressionlessly, looking at Wu Xirui.
Wu Xirui, leaning against a pillar and sitting on the ground, looked up and laughed dryly.
“I’m a man, how could I strike a woman?”
“Huh?” Lan Yinyin let out a puzzled sound.
Why is this happening?
Shouldn’t Fifth Master be angry? Shouldn’t the bodyguards hidden around strike at Qiao Jing?
Why is he still laughing?
Qiao Jing looked at Wu Xirui’s pale face, furrowed her brows, and after a two-second silence, she stepped over to Wu Xirui.
“I’m asking you one last time, answer me straight. Are you using me!”
Looking at Qiao Jing’s stern and merciless demeanor, the playful smile on Wu Xirui’s face slowly faded, and the two gazed into each other’s eyes, neither starting to speak first.
After a prolonged silence, Qiao Jing withdrew her gaze.
“Fine, since you don’t wish to speak, I won’t force you.”
After speaking, Qiao Jing didn’t give Wu Xirui any additional looks and turned to leave.
“Hey! How can you be so heartless? Are you really going to leave me here alone?” Wu Xirui’s voice was as pitiful and aggrieved as could be, making him seem like an abandoned pet that Qiao Jing had discarded.
Lan Yinyin watched, dumbfounded.
Lan Yinyin raised her hand to rub her eyes.
She must be seeing things. The always bloodthirsty, fiercely cruel, and merciless Fifth Master, how could he possibly show such a vulnerable side?
As for Wu Xirui’s words, Qiao Jing acted as though she had not heard, continuing to walk on.
Wu Xirui stared fixatedly at the merciless back of Qiao Jing, a wicked smile curling at his lips.
He had never encountered anyone who treated him this way before. This feeling of being disregarded was very thrilling to him.
“Hey, hey! Qiao Jing, you—hiss—hmm—huff—huff, huff—” His breathing grew more and more unstable. Wu Xirui, clutching at his chest, began to breathe heavily, his complexion turning deathly pale, and large beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
Lan Yinyin watched anxiously, just about to step out of the car, when a glance from Wu Xirui forced her back.
This glance frightened Lan Yinyin terribly, her heart pounding, feeling as if she had just stepped one foot into Hell.
Qiao Jing sensed something was off with Wu Xirui behind her and slowed her pace slightly.
Upon hearing this noise, Qiao Jing immediately turned around.
Wu Xirui lay on the ground, clutching his heart, his complexion as pale as paper, his mouth open, looking like he was about to die.
Human life is paramount, Qiao Jing wasted no more time and ran quickly to Wu Xirui.
When Wu Xirui saw Qiao Jing approaching, a pale smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“You, you… you still have… still have me in your heart.”
“Shut your mouth! If you keep talking, you’ll be gone from this world!” Qiao Jing detested people like Wu Xirui who recklessly disregarded their own lives.
“Alright, alright… I won’t speak.” Wu Xirui continued to flash that pale smile as he looked at Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing opened Wu Xirui’s suit jacket and laid him flat, starting to treat him immediately.
Lan Yinyin was dumbstruck, her eyes filled with disbelief.
She too knew about Wu Xirui’s illness—it was serious, and he could have died any day.
Yet now, under Qiao Jing’s urgent treatment, his condition was visibly under control…
How could this be possible?
In the past, Wu Xirui had sought treatment from countless famous doctors, all to no avail.
Could Qiao Jing really cure Wu Xirui’s illness?
This was one of the reasons Lan Yinyin was shocked.
Furthermore, more shocking to Lan Yinyin than this was Wu Xirui’s attitude towards Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing had thrown Wu Xirui over her shoulder, and while she was expecting to see Qiao Jing’s downfall, Wu Xirui wasn’t angry at all and kept smilingly looking at Qiao Jing.
Looking! At! Qiao! Jing!
Indeed, staring intently at Qiao Jing, his eyes unblinking.
“What exactly is going on? Could it be that Fifth Master has truly taken a liking to Qiao Jing?”
As soon as this thought emerged, a wildly jealous expression appeared on Lan Yinyin’s face.
Her expression became increasingly hideous and terrifying, her clenched fingers digging into her palm, her rear teeth squeaking as she bit down hard.
“Impossible! Fifth Master would never fall for a country bumpkin like Qiao Jing!”
Lan Yinyin kept persuading herself that Wu Xirui was only pretending to be deeply in love with Qiao Jing in order to take revenge on the Zhan Family.
Thinking this, Lan Yinyin’s jealous mood eased slightly.
Twenty minutes later, Qiao Jing stopped the pressure on Wu Xirui’s body, exhaled a breath of murky air, and used the back of her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
“Do you feel better now?”
Wu Xirui stood up, leaning on a pillar, his right hand over his left chest, “You really are amazing, better than all the doctors I’ve ever met.”
Saying this, Wu Xirui squinted his narrow eyes slightly and paused for two seconds before continuing, “When I was in M country, I heard that there’s a famous divine doctor in the capital, Divine Doctor Jing?”
Wu Xirui’s words were probing, and the gaze he laid on Qiao Jing was somewhat measuring and inquiring, trying to discern clues from her.
Qiao Jing’s face remained faint and unrippled, showing neither happiness nor anger.
“Oh.” She uttered indifferently, nothing more.
Wu Xirui leaned his face closer to Qiao Jing, “Do you know Divine Doctor Jing?”
Qiao Jing slightly arched an eyebrow, “Is it any of your concern?”
Wu Xirui smiled, “Of course not, I was just curious to ask.”
Wu Xirui had long wanted to know the answer to this question. Months ago in Autumn Water Village, when Zhan Qipei was shot in the leg and seriously injured, he heard that Qiao Jing was the one who performed the bullet removal surgery at home, and according to the information he had people gather, Zhan Qipei’s surgery was very successful.
Then there was the matter with Zhan Yuanshan.