Qiao Jing glared at Zhan Qipei and pursed her red lips, saying, "You’re never serious. You may relish it, but I am not willing!"
This man, despite his injuries, seemed to have boundless energy.
From around ten last night, he had kept her busy until two or three in the early morning, with no signs of stopping.
If she hadn’t timely intervened, striking him unconscious with a karate chop, he would likely have kept going all night!
If that had happened, the matter wouldn’t have been as simple as just reopening the wound. It was probable that his leg, if not crippled, would suffer some lasting effects.
While she was thinking this, Qiao Jing’s phone suddenly rang.
She picked it up and saw that it was from Xu Moqian, and casually pressed to answer.
As soon as the call connected, Xu Moqian’s eager voice came through, "Sister Jing, I heard you were back. Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"
Qiao Jing knew that the incident had worried everyone who cared about her, and Moqian was one of them.
She pulled at her lips, replying with a light laugh, "I’m fine, I wasn’t hurt. Don’t worry about me."
Hearing her say this, Xu Moqian on the other end of the line breathed a sigh of relief, saying repeatedly, "That’s good, that’s good."
Knowing that Qiao Jing had been kidnapped and her whereabouts unknown had unsettled him, fearing some mishap might have befallen her.
Now, knowing she was safe, his heart finally settled.
But, he needed to see her in person to be completely assured!
Thinking this, Xu Moqian asked, "Sister Jing, where are you now? I’ll come to you."
"I’m at the hospital..."
No sooner had Qiao Jing spoken than Xu Moqian reacted dramatically, leaping up from the sofa, his voice rising sharply.
"Sister Jing, why are you in the hospital? Didn’t you say you weren’t hurt? Which hospital are you at? I’m coming right now!"
"Lower your voice, you’re going to make me deaf."
Qiao Jing moved the phone away, rubbed her ears, and then explained, "I’m not hurt, it’s Zhan Qipei who is injured, and I’m looking after him at the hospital."
Hearing this, Xu Moqian calmed down again, patting his chest, "So that’s it. You scared me to death. I’m relieved you’re fine."
After a short conversation, Qiao Jing suddenly sensed a thick displeasure emanating from Zhan Qipei next to her.
She didn’t need to guess why this man was upset.
It was obviously because Xu Moqian’s call had made him jealous.
Qiao Jing pursed her lips and said into the phone, "Alright, if there’s nothing else, I’m going to hang up now."
Without waiting for Xu Moqian to respond, she hung up.
Watching her put down the phone, Zhan Qipei spoke in a sullen, sour tone, "Did you enjoy your chat?"
Qiao Jing looked up to meet his eyes, her expression somewhat helpless, "Can you stop? After all this time, why are you still jealous over him? I’ve told you many times, we’re just friends."
If there was really something between her and Xu Moqian, would she have waited until now?
Zhan Qipei frowned deeply, his voice gloomy as he said, "But, he’s been pursuing you, you know that, don’t you?"
Xu Moqian was like clingy plaster, impossible to shake off once he sticks to you.
He wasn’t lacking in confidence in himself, but there was a saying that fiery women dread persistent men.
Xu Moqian kept pestering her relentlessly; who knew what would happen in the future?
After a few seconds of silence, Qiao Jing finally spoke up, "I know."
Zhan Qipei was about to say something when Qiao Jing continued, "But what does knowing do? So what if he’s pursuing me? Just because he likes me and pursues me, must I also like him back and respond?"
"Moreover, I’ve already rejected him many times. Him continuing to chase me is his business, and me continuing to treat him as a friend is my business. I can’t control his thoughts and actions."
After finishing, she looked at Zhan Qipei and asked, "You’ve experienced similar situations, haven’t you? Don’t you understand by now?"
When Zhan Qipei heard what Qiao Jing said, he fell silent for a moment.
Indeed, he hadn’t just experienced these situations; he had encountered them more than a few times.
With his family background and status, numerous women wished to pursue him—aristocratic ladies, daughters of nobility.
These women behaved even more outrageously than Xu Moqian. Every time he attended a banquet, a few brazen ones would throw themselves at him, becoming difficult to shake off.
Although he was always very clear in rejecting these women, due to business collaborations with their families, it was inevitable that he would still have contact with them.
Thinking this over, Xu Moqian’s pursuit of Qiao Jing was indeed similar to how those women behaved towards him...
Seeing Zhan Qipei silently agreeing, Qiao Jing knew he had taken her words to heart.
Therefore, she thought for a while and continued, "If you really understand me, then you should know that once I make up my mind about something, I stick to it to the end."
"That means since I’ve already decided to be with you, I won’t change my mind unless you fall out of love in the future."
Having said that, Zhan Qipei naturally understood that Qiao Jing truly had no romantic feelings for Xu Moqian—it was merely Xu Moqian’s one-sided clinging.
He tugged at his lips, grabbed Qiao Jing’s hand and said, "What are you talking about? How could I possibly change my heart? My feelings for you are as evident as the sky and the sun, unwavering and everlasting!"
Listening to Zhan Qipei swear such solemn words, Qiao Jing’s heart flickered slightly, unconsciously curling her lips.
"Alright, I know your feelings now, so try not to get jealous over nothing from now on."
Zhan Qipei, still holding onto Qiao Jing’s hand tightly, frowned slightly and responded, "But when I see other men clinging to you, I feel very uncomfortable."
Seeing him , Qiao Jing knew he was definitely up to something.
She arched her perfectly sculpted brows and asked, "So what do you want?"
"I need some compensation," Zhan Qipei’s lips slightly curled.
Qiao Jing had no choice but to play along and continued, "What kind of compensation?"
Considering that this man had been injured for her sake, she could afford to indulge him a little.
If what he requested wasn’t too troublesome, she would reluctantly agree.
Zhan Qipei thought for a moment, then raising his eyebrows with a smile, said, "I want you to cook a meal for me and feed it to me by hand."
He just wanted to enjoy the feeling of being hand-fed by Qiao Jing.
Just thinking about it made him feel certain it would be blissful!
Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei somewhat speechlessly, "Your leg is injured, not your hand. Your hand is perfectly fine. Why do you need me to feed you? Can’t you eat by yourself?"
Did this man think he was a three-year-old?
To be hand-fed by her, he sure had beautiful dreams!