The anticipated pain didn’t co, so Shen Qingqing finally dared to open her eyes slowly.
The burly man restraining her had already been subdued.
What entered her sight was a tall and upright man, dressed in a crisp shirt, with his back to her, his face obscured.
But the side profile was sharp and angular, rugged yet clean.
Madam Jiang: "Why are you back all of a sudden?"
Seeing the wound on Jiang Zhixun’s arm, she cried out in alarm, "Doctor, please help treat my son’s injury! He’s hurt!"
Zhixun is a pilot; his body mustn’t have injuries!
Madam Jiang was frantic, pulling Jiang Zhixun to get his wound treated.
Jiang Zhixun was so annoyed by the fuss that his head throbbed.
He turned to Shen Qingqing and asked, "Are you hurt?"
Shen Qingqing shook her head. "No."
Although she had been startled, she was okay. Now that the tension was easing, her limbs felt a bit weak.
Other than that, everything was fine.
Shen Qingqing glanced at the subdued burly man, wondering how this guy had managed to kick soone several ters away.
With the weapon gone, the gathered crowd felt no restraint. A few n pinned down the burly attacker, preparing to haul him off to the police station.
Soone else wrapped the knife in clothing and brought it along to the station.
The burly man’s family looked utterly devastated.
Many people had witnessed the incident monts ago—would he really get out of the police station unscathed?
After inspecting Shen Qingqing from head to toe and confirming that she wasn’t hurt, Jiang Zhixun was finally reassured.
"Don’t be afraid, it’s over now."
Looking at the tall man, Shen Qingqing said, "Thank you."
If he hadn’t appeared, she might have been injured.
She might have even lost her life.
Shen Qingqing’s overly polite attitude seed unnerving to Jiang Zhixun.
She shouldn’t be like this...
Polite, distant—this was Jiang Zhixun’s current impression.
He pushed away his mother’s hand, walked up to Shen Qingqing, and gazed down at her fair and delicate face.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Why isn’t she yelling at him?
Why isn’t she giving him cold stares?
At the very least, she should ignore his presence—that would be Shen Qingqing’s usual behavior.
Jiang Zhixun felt a growing sense of panic. He didn’t know the reason, but he was undeniably uneasy.
Shen Qingqing lifted her gaze, confusion evident in her eyes. "What do you an, what’s wrong with ?"
Jiang Zhixun stared into her lively eyes, and his unease deepened.
"Scold ."
Shen Qingqing furrowed her brows, her expression complex.
Is this guy insane?
Using her eyes, she silently asked Madam Jiang what the hell was going on.
Madam Jiang ca to her senses and pulled on Jiang Zhixun’s arm, "Co here, I need to talk to you."
This kid still doesn’t know that Qingqing has forgotten him!
Jiang Zhixun didn’t move.
It was as if his feet had taken root.
Madam Jiang: "Can you not hear ? I’m talking to you; did you not hear?"
Jiang Zhixun: "Whatever you want to say, we’ll talk later."
After glancing at the silent old man, Jiang Zhixun changed his mind. "Take Grandpa ho first. Qingqing and I will return after we’re done."
Madam Jiang looked at him like he had lost his mind.
But with Shen Qingqing there, there were certain things she couldn’t say outright.
"Go and get your wound treated first."
Jiang Zhixun glanced casually at his arm. It wasn’t a big deal, but the bloodstains on his white shirt made the injury seem worse than it was.
Wanting Shen Qingqing to feel sorry for him, Jiang Zhixun intentionally put on a pained expression.
"It does need treating."
Shen Qingqing didn’t react, acting as though she didn’t understand what he was saying.
Her face showed no trace of guilt.
Jiang Zhixun tightened his jaw.
Staring into Shen Qingqing’s eyes, he said, "It hurts."
Shen Qingqing understood now—this was the Jiang Family’s son. Unfortunately, her illness made her forget him.
Maybe they hadn’t spent much ti together before, hadn’t interacted in years, or shared no mories, which ant she could forget him so quickly.
The unfamiliarity couldn’t be faked.
Shen Qingqing felt uneasy; she just wanted to stay far away from this man.
Clearing her throat, she said, "Mr. Jiang, you should go get treated quickly."
Jiang Zhixun narrowed his eyes, the sharpness within them hiding a quiet threat.
He repeated those three words, "Mr. Jiang?"
Shen Qingqing: "What else?"
Surely, she wasn’t mistaken?
Previously, when Shen Qingqing was upset with him, she did address him like this.
She simply wanted to draw a clear boundary between them.
Who would have thought that after more than half a year, she’d still be the sa?
Seeing Shen Qingqing brightened Jiang Zhixun’s mood as he decided not to argue over this.
"I saved you."
Shen Qingqing: "So, Mr. Jiang acted heroically--do you need to award you with a banner of comndation?"
Jiang Zhixun: "When? So I can wear my uniform and wait for you to present it."
Anything Shen Qingqing gave, he wanted.
Shen Qingqing didn’t reply.
Jiang Zhixun: "Are you tricking ?"
Shen Qingqing reminded him, "Your wound is still bleeding."
After finishing his assignnt at the Northwest Base, Jiang Zhixun had a short break.
He hurried back to Beijing, just to see Shen Qingqing.
By evening, he’d have to take the train back to the Northwest.
Now that she was right in front of him, with ti so short, how could he bear to leave?
All he wanted was to take advantage of every second to see her a little longer.
Gripping Shen Qingqing’s wrist, Jiang Zhixun spoke in a commanding tone, "Co with to get bandaged."
Shen Qingqing reflexively pulled her hand away.
Jiang Zhixun froze briefly, as though he had fallen from a cloud straight into the abyss.
The smile on his face dissipated bit by bit.
His expression grew despondent.
But he still reached out to take Shen Qingqing’s wrist again. This ti, he applied more strength—not enough to hurt her, but enough to ensure she couldn’t escape.
The old man initially didn’t want to bother with him.
Seeing him drag Qingqing away, the old man raised his cane, about to hamr it down on Jiang Zhixun.
"You brat, let go of Qingqing imdiately!"
They’re already divorced, yet he’s still grabbing at her?
This is just plain harassnt!
Jiang Zhixun reacted quickly, pulling Shen Qingqing away to dodge.
He looked at the old man. "Loud and energetic—you don’t seem rattled from earlier. Well then, hurry back ho, don’t stay here stirring up trouble."
After speaking, he didn’t give Shen Qingqing a chance to refuse, dragging her along forcefully.
Shen Qingqing had no choice but to follow Jiang Zhixun’s quick strides. He moved fast and with long steps; she had to practically jog to keep up.
Looking back at Madam Jiang and the old man.
With her eyes, she pleaded for explanation—what is going on? Can no one handle this shaless rascal?
"Jiang Zhixun, stop right there!" the old man shouted.
But not only did he not stop, he picked up the pace.
The furious old man gripped his cane, ready to go after Jiang Zhixun to clobber him.
Seeing this, Madam Jiang quickly held him back. "Dad, calm down! If his wound isn’t treated properly, he won’t be able to fly!"
The old man snorted and glared. "Doesn’t an he can bully Qingqing! Not even back ho for five minutes, and he’s already causing trouble—he’s better off staying in the Northwest!"
Madam Jiang: "He just saved Qingqing. Think of it as him making ands. Don’t hold this against him for now."
"Making ands my foot! If he hadn’t provoked Qingqing, she wouldn’t have gotten sick, wouldn’t have co to the hospital, wouldn’t have been put in danger!"
Madam Jiang’s mouth twitched. "You can’t hold it against him like that."
The old man: "Watch !"
Grumbling under his breath, he charged in the direction where Jiang Zhixun and Shen Qingqing disappeared.
Muttering all the way, "If he dares act out of line, I’ll break his damn legs today!"
Madam Jiang, afraid her son would actually get beaten, didn’t hesitate to chase after them.
"Dad, you must stay calm!"
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