Chapter 372: Chapter 361: Wu Xirui Holding Roses to Pursue Qiao Jing
Wu Xirui had already sent her a message this morning, saying he was going to see a doctor.
She mentioned Wu Xirui’s name only to avoid this damn man getting jealous again, because whenever she got back home, this damn man would surely make a scene with her.
If he started gnawing and biting again, she couldn’t stand it.
Upon hearing Wu Xirui’s name, Zhan Qipei’s gaze darkened for a moment, but he quickly recovered.
“Okay, I’ll pick you up after I finish cooking dinner after work,” he said.
Since Qiao Jing had frankly discussed it with him, it showed that she was considering his feelings.
After they had finished dinner, Zhan Qipei took Qiao Jing to Wonderful Hall.
Watching Qiao Jing getting out of the car, Zhan Qipei narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced around, and did not see Wu Xirui’s figure, not knowing when the other would arrive.
While Zhan Qipei was thinking this, Tang Yan called.
“Boss, the meeting is about to start.”
“Hmm, I know,” he replied.
Not long after Zhan Qipei had left, someone entered Wonderful Hall.
Qiao Jing, who was reading a medical book, paused and looked up at the newcomer indifferently.
Wu Xirui was holding a large bouquet of roses; he glanced at the counter, placing them at the spot closest to Qiao Jing.
“Let’s not rush to see the doctor.”
Qiao Jing furrowed her brows and glanced at the large bunch of roses, roughly guessing what was coming next.
She expected Wu Xirui was about to say something nonsensical again.
“If you’re not here to see a doctor, then leave,” she said.
She withdrew her hand, which had been ready to take his pulse, picked up the medical book, and prepared to continue reading.
If he wasn’t here to see a doctor, then she could spend more time with her medical book.
Wu Xirui was not discouraged by Qiao Jing’s cold demeanor; on the contrary, he became even more interested, raising his eyebrows slightly.
“No can do, these flowers were specially airlifted from M country to celebrate your divorce,” he said.
He paused and looked at the roses with a pitying gaze.
“Congratulations on your divorce and congratulations to myself as well.”
Qiao Jing rolled her eyes speechlessly, but was also puzzled.
“Congratulations for what?”
She felt that Wu Xirui might have problems not only physically but also mentally.
After all, his thought process was not something ordinary people could understand.
Wu Xirui’s face took on his trademark smile, staring intently at Qiao Jing.
“Of course, it’s to congratulate myself for having the opportunity to pursue you.”
Qiao Jing became increasingly speechless, ignoring Wu Xirui, her gaze returning to the medical book.
Wu Xirui paused, quickly recalculating in his mind, then once again the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile, and he chuckled.
“Do you think I have a bad memory? The hundred days ended yesterday.”
He suddenly thought of something, and a sickly light flashed through his peach-blossom eyes.
“Do you feel lonely living alone now? How about I move in to keep you company?”
Qiao Jing put down the medical book in her hands and looked at him with a very serious expression, emphasizing her words as she repeated what she had just said.
The smile on Wu Xirui’s face froze, he touched his chin, and swept his probing gaze over Qiao Jing’s face.
But he couldn’t find a trace of deception on Qiao Jing’s face, and he rarely furrowed his eyebrows.
Qiao Jing looked at Wu Xirui expressionlessly and spoke slowly.
“Or are you cooking up something? I’m asking you, are you here to see a doctor or not?”
She didn’t want to waste time with Wu Xirui; she planned to see him off after finishing the treatment and preparing the medicine.
Otherwise, if he stayed here, he would definitely be chattering non-stop by her ear while she was reading her medical books.
Wu Xirui burst into laughter, his peach blossom eyes smiling tenderly at Qiao Jing.
“The way you joke with such a serious face is really cute.”
Qiao Jing was speechless to the extreme, too lazy to deal with his remark, her expression blandly fixated on Wu Xirui.
“Are you going to get treated or not?”
Wu Xirui switched to a sycophantic smile and immediately sat down, stretching out his hand.
Just as he was about to ask why she wasn’t divorcing, Qiao Jing had already started taking his pulse, so he had to shut his mouth.
About half a minute later, Qiao Jing withdrew her hand and began describing Wu Xirui’s health condition.
“Your condition has greatly improved. Keep it up, avoid excessive energy exercises, and steer clear of tobacco and alcohol. Your body is your own. As your condition has improved, I’ll prescribe a new medicine formula for you.”
She wrote a new prescription and instructed the store clerk beside her to prepare the medicine.
Wu Xirui could tell that Qiao Jing did not want to continue discussing the divorce issue, so he simply didn’t ask.
He glanced upstairs, then back at Qiao Jing, his eyes darkening as he tentatively spoke.
“I heard that Wonderful Hall is opened by Divine Doctor Jing, but I’ve come here so many times and have never seen Divine Doctor Jing in person.”
Qiao Jing glanced at Wu Xirui, not saying a word, waiting for him to continue.
Wu Xirui’s gaze withdrew from looking upstairs.
“Having worked here for so long, have you ever seen Divine Doctor Jing?”
After saying this, he scrutinized Qiao Jing’s face with an inquiring gaze, trying to find a trace of a clue.
He had already suspected a connection between Qiao Jing and Divine Doctor Jing and wanted to test his theory with this opportunity.
Qiao Jing’s eyes returned to her medical book as she answered him.
She was Divine Doctor Jing, seeing herself every day.
Wu Xirui was stunned, not expecting Qiao Jing to actually admit it; he thought even if she had seen Divine Doctor Jing, she would not tell him.
He studied Qiao Jing’s face intently but couldn’t glean any information, somewhat disappointed.
“I’ve always been curious about her. Could you introduce me to her, let me meet her perhaps?”
Qiao Jing rejected the request without hesitation, her red lips slightly parting to utter two words.
Wu Xirui laughed again, his gaze unflinchingly fixed on Qiao Jing’s expressionless face.
“I didn’t expect you could be so cute even when you’re rejecting someone.”
Qiao Jing rolled her eyes without a word, her mouth twitching.
“The medicine is ready, aren’t you going to leave?”
No one had ever described her as cute, and she didn’t find herself cute in any way.
Wu Xirui stubbornly refused to leave, as if he were glued to the stool; he started looking for another topic of discussion.
“By the way, you’re still working at Professor Qiao’s research institute, aren’t you?”
Qiao Jing felt a sudden twitch at her temple.
“Don’t you know? Why are you asking me?”
Wu Xirui’s mouth curled up, continuing to inquire.
“Next month, at the beginning of the month, Professor Qiao is preparing an academic exchange meeting. I’ve heard that all the experts and professors from the empire are going to attend.”
He paused, then threw out another question.
“Since you work in Professor Qiao’s research institute, do you qualify to attend?”
Qiao Jing didn’t intentionally hide anything and responded truthfully.
If she didn’t go, who would preside over the academic exchange meeting?
Wu Xirui pretended to sigh regretfully.
“Actually, I would love to see Professor Qiao in person, but unfortunately, I am not an academic expert in this field.”