Chapter 299: Chapter 289: Are You Sick?
Qiao Jing’s eyebrows were closely furrowed as her gaze shifted to Zhan Qipei’s lips. Her chest gently heaved once, her mind made up, she opened her red lips and bit down hard on the man’s mouth.
“Hiss—”
A pained grunt ca from the man’s mouth, and his movents halted at that mont.
Qiao Jing gritted her teeth, and taking advantage of this mont, she pushed the man away vigorously, leaning against the wall and panting slightly.
The rising temperature between the two abruptly dropped, returning to normal.
Once Qiao Jing recovered, she saw where the man’s lip was broken, tiny beads of blood oozing out, his proud chest heaving irregularly, fury burning in his eyes, and a chilling coldness at the bottom of them.
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“Zhan Qipei, are you sick, or what!”
Zhan Qipei raised his hand, wiping the blood from his lips with his thumb. After the blood sared into a red stain on his thin lips, he licked them, the sweet tallic taste gradually spreading in his mouth.
He weakly hooked the corner of his lips.
“Yes, I am sick, and you are my dicine.”
Hearing the man’s words and observing his actions, Qiao Jing montarily lost her focus.
“Although I’m quite skilled in dicine, sorry, I truly can’t cure this kind of illness. I’ve definitely decided on the divorce!”
Upon hearing the last sentence, Zhan Qipei’s body trembled, feeling even colder, and forced a bitter smile.
“I will never sign the divorce papers. The one you left on my desk, I’ve already torn it up!”
Qiao Jing was stunned.
What? Divorce papers?
Only then did she rember what Zhan Qipei had just said.
“What divorce papers?”
Zhan Qipei laughed derisively.
“Stop pretending. Since you’ve decided to divorce , what’s the point in acting now?”
Qiao Jing was completely baffled, muttering to herself.
What’s going on? What exactly happened? How co she didn’t know anything about any divorce papers?
Just then!
Qiao Jing’s phone suddenly rang, interrupting their conversation.
She looked doubtfully at Zhan Qipei but decided to first see who was calling.
The phone screen displayed a na.
Xu Moqian.
Why was he calling at this ti?
Qiao Jing pressed the answer button, and just as she placed the phone to her ear, the other side’s excited voice ca through.
“Sister Jing! How did it go? Did Zhan Qipei sign the divorce papers?”
Without waiting for Qiao Jing to respond, Xu Moqian continued smugly.
“I specially prepared it for you. I didn’t tell you because I wanted to surprise you, so he couldn’t bother you anymore.”
Now Qiao Jing understood the whole situation and was even more speechless.
“Wow, you really did a ‘spectacular’ job, just wait for it!”
“Is it signed? Hahaha, I just knew—”
Xu Moqian hadn’t finished speaking when Qiao Jing hung up the phone.
Because of the rain, there were no pedestrians around, Zhan Qipei and Qiao Jing squeezed into a spot that could barely shelter one person.
The two were very close, which allowed Zhan Qipei to hear the content of that phone call.
Zhan Qipei was stunned, his face filled with astonishnt, he loosened the grip around Qiao Jing’s waist, and sowhat frantically lowered his head.
Seeing Zhan Qipei looking like a child who had done sothing wrong, Qiao Jing’s anger dissipated, and she even found it sowhat amusing.
After all the commotion, the entire ordeal turned out to be a misunderstanding.
Looking at Zhan Qipei’s lowered head, she subconsciously reached out and touched it.
The wet black hair clung to his forehead, and Qiao Jing lifted his bangs for him.
She explained one last ti.
“I was at the bar with Ni Yue. When she went to the bathroom, Wu Xirui ca over and sat down. I wanted to avoid him, but then you ca over.
As for the divorce agreent, I guess I don’t need to explain too much, right?”
Zhan Qipei humd in acknowledgnt, his previously dull eyes started to brighten.
As soon as Ni Yue and Lu Zijiao ca out, they saw—
Zhan Qipei, without a word, took off his own coat, and although it was already wet, he persistently held it over Qiao Jing as he led her to the car.
The two onlookers then set their minds at ease and returned to the bar.
Lu Zijiao breathed a sigh of relief.
“Looks like this couple is back together, nothing to do with us now.”
Ni Yue gave Lu Zijiao a look.
“Back together? I think they are completely incompatible! They should just get a divorce.”
Lu Zijiao made a noise of disapproval, “Encourage reconciliation, not separation, don’t you understand?”
Ni Yue rolled her eyes, “How can I marry Qiao Jing if Xiao Jingjing doesn’t get a divorce?”
Hearing this, Lu Zijiao’s eyes widened in shock.
Really? Is this woman’s mind so impure?
Co to think of it, he seed to have heard Zhan Qipei ntion sothing about Ni Yue before…
Oh no!
“Poor Young Master Zhan, not only does he have to guard against n, but also won. Tsk tsk tsk—”
As soon as Zhan Qipei got back to the car, the first thing he did was to turn on the air conditioning inside and turn up the heat.
Qiao Jing also took off her soaking wet coat and placed it on her lap.
The two of them rode in silence. However, Qiao Jing could feel Zhan Qipei’s eyes sneaking glances at her multiple tis, uncontrollably curling the corners of his mouth.
Once the wet pair got ho, Zhan Qipei, without even having ti to take off his shoes, quickly went to Qiao Jing’s room, grabbed a few tissues to dry his hands, then opened the wardrobe.
He chose a tight-fitting sweater, thinking it was warm, and grabbed so other clothes before rushing out.
Just as Qiao Jing had taken off her shoes, she saw Zhan Qipei carrying her clothes over.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” she asked.
Zhan Qipei thoughtfully placed the clothes in the bathroom fra and pushed Qiao Jing inside.
“Go take a shower, you don’t want to catch a cold.”
Qiao Jing was about to ask a question when the bathroom door was shut by him. He knocked on the door from the outside, urging her to hurry up and not to catch cold.
After Qiao Jing finished showering, she heard sounds coming from the kitchen.
Wearing slippers, she walked to the door and found Zhan Qipei still in his wet clothes, busy at the dining table, not sure what he was cooking.
Zhan Qipei, as if he had a telepathic connection with Qiao Jing, turned around and saw her.
He turned off the stove and lifted the lid off the pot.
Qiao Jing slled the scent of ginger and guessed what he had cooked.
Zhan Qipei ladled out a bowl of ginger soup and placed it on the table, instructing, “Sit down and drink this to warm your stomach.”
“Hmm, you go take a shower first.”
Zhan Qipei, who was actually a stickler for cleanliness, managed to cook a bowl of ginger soup for her despite the sticky wetness on his body after the rain.
He agreed, took so clothes, and as he passed the dining table and saw Qiao Jing drinking the ginger tea, he entered the bathroom reassured.
After Zhan Qipei finished showering, he slled a delicious aroma as soon as he opened the bathroom door.
Qiao Jing had cooked two bowls of noodles and fried two eggs, which she placed on top of the noodles. From the corner of her eye, she saw Zhan Qipei’s figure.
“Co, eat noodles.”
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