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Chapter 473: Chapter 462: Zhan Qipei Blames Himself, Wants to Help Qiao Jing Bathe
Chapter 473 -462: Zhan Qipei Blames Himself, Wants to Help Qiao Jing Bathe
Before Qiao Jing could answer, Zhan Qipei continued, his brow filled with concern.
“You’re pregnant now, you can’t drink alcohol, it’s bad for your health.”
Qiao Jing rubbed her forehead helplessly, addressing the previous question first.
“If you don’t explain things clearly to me tonight, I’ll find time to come back tomorrow to pack my things, move out, and avoid you.”
She had already made her plan to move out and then divorce Zhan Qipei.
To avoid meeting Zhan Qipei face to face, she would specifically choose to go back during work hours.
Zhan Qipei thought of coming home from work to find the house empty and deserted, and his heart skipped a beat, instinctively blurting out.
“No! You can’t leave.”
How could he let his hard-won wife leave just because of a misunderstanding?
Luckily, he ran into Qiao Jing tonight and had explained everything to her; otherwise, his wife might have left alone with the three children.
Qiao Jing sank into the soft sofa and relaxed.
“If the misunderstanding is cleared up, I won’t leave. I promised to give you a chance. As for the smell of alcohol… It’s from playing with them, I was drinking juice. I’m naturally clearer than you on the fact that I can’t drink alcohol since I’m pregnant.”
It was only at this moment that she felt the cloud that had been looming in her heart finally dissipate.
She had thought she had let go and felt nothing before, but now she felt a complete release.
This sensation was odd and not like her at all.
Only then did Zhan Qipei breathe a sigh of relief, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a faint red mark on Qiao Jing’s fair wrist.
A fire ignited in his heart, and he was about to demand who was responsible.
But in the next second, he remembered that it was he himself who had hurt Qiao Jing earlier.
Zhan Qipei’s face was filled with guilt as he carefully took Qiao Jing’s wrist.
“Do you have medicine? I’ll apply some for you. I was too angry just now… I’m sorry… Right, I remember you got a bottle of medicine for Pingping’s wound last time. I’ll go get it for you.”
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got with himself, raising his hand to slap his own face.
Seeing this, Qiao Jing quickly intervened.
“What are you doing? Hitting yourself?”
She realized that the hand she caught was almost unstoppable, showing just how much force Zhan Qipei was using.
If that slap had landed on his face, it would surely have left a red mark and even swollen up.
Zhan Qipei nodded without hesitation, his voice heavy with remorse.
“Yes, because I hurt you just now.”
The woman he always carefully cherished had ended up hurt by his own hand?
He resolved that in the future when he lost control, he should slap himself first to come to his senses.
Qiao Jing couldn’t help but be amused at Zhan Qipei’s matter-of-fact demeanor.
“Do you want people at the company to see their boss with a swollen face? If you do this, those who don’t know better might think I’m abusing you…”
She immediately regretted her words as soon as she spoke; her relationship with Zhan Qipei couldn’t really be considered as abusive yet.
Because, for the moment, they were only married in name, not a true husband and wife.
After thinking it through, Qiao Jing changed her wording.
“Those who don’t know better might think I hit you. I’m definitely not a violent person.”
Actually, the red mark on her wrist wasn’t that serious. Zhan Qipei was on the verge of exploding, but she could tell that, subconsciously, he still took her wellbeing into account.
Otherwise, her wrist might have ended up like Pingping’s.
Pingping’s injury on his hand was not only a degree worse, with little droplets of blood oozing from the red marks, but the marks on her hand were just shallow red.
So, she reluctantly forgave Zhan Qipei, although it did hurt a bit when he grabbed her at the time.
When Zhan Qipei heard the words “domestic violence,” his dark pupils instantly lit up, but as he heard Qiao Jing change her statement, his eyes dimmed again.
“I’m not totally against the idea of domestic violence. You can hit me if I make a mistake, but for my wife’s happiness, you can’t hit…”
Zhan Qipei’s gaze shifted elsewhere, meaningfully looking at Qiao Jing, his dark pupils flickering with an unusual brightness.
He actually preferred Qiao Jing to use the term domestic violence to describe him because that would mean he and Qiao Jing were a family.
However, his focus was on the last sentence, trying to gauge Qiao Jing’s reaction.
Qiao Jing immediately understood the words Zhan Qipei hadn’t finished, and the temperature at the tips of her ears shot up instantly.
She pushed the man away expressionlessly and stood up to fetch the medicine box herself.
“I’ll apply the medicine myself. You should go wash up and sleep. I’m not going to commit domestic violence.”
What’s with Zhan Qipei, shifting the topic to something else again?
And especially such an improper topic. She was not going to pay any attention to this shameless man.
Zhan Qipei expected Qiao Jing’s reaction, and without giving up, shamelessly followed her into the room.
“I won’t say it anymore. I’ll help you apply the medication. It’s inconvenient with one hand.”
Qiao Jing paused with the medicine box in hand and looked at Zhan Qipei with a half-smile.
“How is it inconvenient? I only hurt my wrist; I can apply the medicine myself.”
With that, she scooped out a dollop of soothing cream and applied it to her wrist single-handedly as proof that she could.
Mainly because any normal person can touch their right hand with their left. It was not an area that she couldn’t reach and needed help for.
Zhan Qipei didn’t give up and attempted to find other reasons.
“I can wrap the bandage for you. It’s hard to do with one hand.”
Qiao Jing furrowed her brow.
“Just applying cream is enough; there’s no need for a bandage.”
It’s not like she suffered a fracture; the red mark on the hand would disappear after applying the medicine and waking up tomorrow. Wrapping it in a bandage seemed like making a big deal out of a minor issue.
Zhan Qipei continued to stare unwaveringly at Qiao Jing’s wrist, his dark pupils filled with stubbornness.
“No, later you’ll need to shower, and it should be waterproof. Right, let me help you with the shower; that way it won’t be inconvenient for you.”
Qiao Jing’s temples suddenly throbbed, and she quickly wrapped her right hand with a bandage using her left hand.
Not only did she wrap it up, but she even tied a pretty bow to demonstrate her capability.
In her many years as a doctor, there had been plenty of times she had to dress her own wounds single-handedly. It was just a matter of applying some ointment and tying a bandage.
“That’s fine, you can go out. I don’t need your help.”
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Zhan Qipei stood still, his gaze intently following Qiao Jing’s face.
“You just applied ointment on your wrist; you can’t get it wet, and it’s inconvenient to shower with one hand. Let me help you.”
Qiao Jing’s chest heaved deeply, and her cool voice rang out.
“Get out.”
She didn’t know why Zhan Qipei never gave up on the idea of helping her shower, even when she had more serious injuries in the past, she had showered by herself. Now it was just a wrist turned red from a twist.
Indeed, this man is nothing but indecent.
