Chapter 186: Chapter 179: Zhan Qipei Tends to Qiao Jing’s Wounds

Although Qiao Jing was wearing loose casual clothes, getting them off was a hassle due to her injured right arm.

Moreover, she couldn’t just strip in front of a man, could she?

Just as Qiao Jing was feeling troubled, Zhan Qipei brought over a pair of scissors.

Knowing what the man was about to do, Qiao Jing voluntarily extended her right arm towards him.

Zhan Qipei, holding the scissors, cut through the fabric slowly and carefully.

As the material was gradually snipped away, the girl’s snow-white skin and the crimson blood appeared before Zhan Qipei’s eyes.

The man’s lips were tightly pursed as he carefully tended to Qiao Jing’s wound.

All the while, Qiao Jing kept her eyes on Zhan Qipei. Usually, she found him rather childish, always shamelessly flirting with her.

But at that moment, the man was utterly serious, treating the wound with the meticulousness of handling a national affair.

“It’s done,” Zhan Qipei said, looking up to meet Qiao Jing’s gaze.

It was so pure that it made one long to delve into it and appreciate the beauty within.

“Oh, thank you,” Qiao Jing said, withdrawing her hand and breaking Zhan Qipei’s train of thought.

“What happened to your hand? Who hurt you?” Zhan Qipei asked, his tone cold and edged with chill.

Qiao Jing hadn’t intended to tell Zhan Qipei the truth, she hadn’t even planned on telling him about the injury.

But now that he had discovered it, if he wanted to investigate, he would soon find out how she had been hurt.

So hiding it seemed pointless, and she informed him about the Qian Family.

“Was it Qian Haisheng who hurt you?” There was an endless killing intent in Zhan Qipei’s narrowed dark eyes.

“He’s already been arrested, there’s no need for you to do anything extra.”

Qipei agreed verbally, but his mind was already devising

of a

Jing’s gaze shifted to the

eaten yet,

than another “gurgle, gurgle, gurgle—” of a hungry belly

time it was not Zhan

affair of the Qian Family that she’d forgotten to

she was stopped by the

“I’ll do it.”

let her cook? If he

Jing eyed Zhan

the first time she cooked at the age of four was a hundred

least,

mind, I’ll

the implied meaning

time, I specifically learned from my

that way, Qiao Jing felt

after, two steaming bowls of noodles

of Qiao Jing, his eyes concealing a

hesitated for half a second before picking up her chopsticks and lifting the

Qipei’s heart, there was a “thump,” whether this reaction indicated the dish

and had her approval, he still couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous at

the word “nervous” had never been

Qiao Jing always easily stirred

it?” Zhan Qipei

Zhan Qipei’s expectant eyes, smiled,

Qipei, those four words felt like

thin lips curved, spreading wider and

Jing’s heart to flutter slightly, and she found herself unintentionally staring at him a

“Zhan Qipei.”

“Hmm?”

and more, that we’re quite suited to

smile, “Does that mean our

implied by his next words—closer to a

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