But she thought that if she wanted to go shopping, the section chief’s wife would definitely stop her from going.
What would be a good excuse? As An Hao pondered, she didn’t notice the small stone under her foot and stumbled, nearly falling as she cried out in pain.
Qin Jian, who was walking behind, saw An Hao sprain her ankle and dashed forward to steady her, preventing her from falling to the ground.
"An Hao, what’s wrong?" Zhang Lanxiang, seeing her sprain her ankle, quickly stopped her bicycle and came back to check on her, "How is it? Is it serious?"
An Hao shook her head: "Sister-in-law, I’m fine. I just carelessly twisted it a bit. I’ll rest for a while and then go on; you go back first!"
"How can I do that? You can take my bicycle," Zhang Lanxiang offered, starting to push the bicycle, intending to give An Hao a ride back.
An Hao quickly waved her hand: "No need, sister-in-law! I’m really okay, just need to rest a bit."
Zhang Lanxiang was not reassured: "Let’s see if it’s bad?"
"No worries, no worries..." Although she had just twisted it, it wasn’t very painful; she sensed it wasn’t a big issue.
"Listen to your sister-in-law." Qin Jian helped her sit on the flowerbed by the road and knelt down to take off her shoes.
"It’s really not a big deal...I know my own body..." An Hao felt awkward about this situation and tried to stop Qin Jian, but was silenced by a look from him.
"Be good, don’t move!"
Qin Jian removed her shoes and socks, revealing a pair of clean and white feet. Her skin was delicate and felt smooth and soft to the touch, her ten little toes round and adorable.
At the age of thirty, for the first time, he held a girl’s foot and touched skin as delicate as a baby’s. Qin Jian felt slightly embarrassed, his cheeks gradually blushing.
He suppressed the chaos in his heart, held her foot, and slowly turned it twice: "How is it? Does it hurt?"
In her previous life, although An Hao had married Qin Jian, they had never engaged in such intimate actions.
They had slept in the same bed, both fully clothed, staying far apart. Except for holding hands under duress on their wedding day, there had been no other intimate interactions between them.
Now, her foot was gently enveloped in his strong hand; how could she not feel shy?
"It doesn’t hurt," An Hao said with a flushed face, shaking her head.
"What about your ankle?"
"It doesn’t hurt either, really, it’s no big deal!"
"That’s good." Qin Jian stood up, looking down at her, and said in a deep voice, "Be more careful when you walk! How can you still sprain your ankle at your age!"
Although it was meant with concern, it somehow sounded rather awkward.
An Hao furrowed her brows and gave him a sharp look: "You think I wanted this to happen?"
Zhang Lanxiang, standing aside and watching the interaction between the two young people, couldn’t help but smile. The young couple was flirting with each other, and she didn’t want to be in the way.
Thus, she patted Qin Jian’s broad shoulder: "Qin Jian, I’ll go back and start cooking. Take care of An Hao for me!"
Qin Jian nodded: "Sister-in-law, go ahead with your work!"
Zhang Lanxiang left, and An Hao put on her socks and shoes, finding that walking still caused her a slight pain.
Seeing that she was hesitant to put weight on her foot, Qin Jian frowned and said, "I’ll take you to the infirmary."
"No need, it’ll be fine after walking for a bit..." Before An Hao could finish speaking, Qin Jian bent down, scooped her up in his arms, and strode out.