Chapter 352: Chapter 341: Princess-Carrying in Public
Qiao Jing sharply inhaled a breath of cold air and lowered her head to look at her right ankle.
Unbeknownst to her, her right ankle had swollen up considerably. She furrowed her brows tightly, beginning to recall yesterday’s events.
The fight had been too chaotic, and she guessed that she must have twisted it carelessly during that ti.
Zhan Qipei’s feet had just touched the ground when, hearing Qiao Jing’s voice, he almost lost his balance.
He hurriedly walked over to Qiao Jing, letting the woman lean on him.
“What’s wrong?”
Qiao Jing stared at her injured ankle, with her right hand supporting herself on the bed, and shook her head.
“It’s nothing.”
Just as she tried to push the man away to stand firmly on her own, the man’s hand on her waist suddenly tightened, making her lean into his embrace.
Zhan Qipei followed Qiao Jing’s gaze and saw her swollen ankle, then his eyebrows knitted together even tighter, forming a deep furrow.
“When did you twist your ankle?”
It had been fine last night, so how did it swell up after just one sleep?
Qiao Jing also wanted to know, but with yesterday’s chaos, she couldn’t rember.
“I don’t know.”
Qiao Jing was helped by the man to sit down on the sofa, and Zhan Qipei didn’t rush to leave.
He squatted down and cradled Qiao Jing’s foot in his hands, his frown growing tighter by the mont.
“You sit here, I’ll go and call a doctor over to apply so dicine for you.”
Before Qiao Jing could respond, the man had already hurried out of the ward.
She felt sowhat helpless and bent down to lightly press on a few acupoints.
Zhan Qipei quickly returned with a doctor, who was still wearing sterile gloves, presumably having been pulled away from surgery or about to start one.
The doctor was sweating from his forehead as he imdiately squatted down beside Qiao Jing. After quickly applying the dicine, he stood up and said with a bitter smile.
“President Zhan, I’ve applied the dicine. Can I go back to my surgery now?”
When Qiao Jing heard that he was brought here halfway through, she furrowed her brows and intensified her tone.
“Why did you bring this doctor here?”
The doctor was clearly about to perform surgery, and Zhan Qipei bringing him over undoubtedly delayed other patients’ ti.
Zhan Qipei, realizing his wife was angry, began to explain.
“I was too anxious at the ti and didn’t think too much, so I just brought him over. He didn’t tell he had surgery to do.”
Images of Zhan Qipei rushing out anxiously to find a doctor earlier flashed through Qiao Jing’s mind. Probably in his urgency, he hadn’t asked many questions and simply brought the doctor over.
Her furrowed brows finally relaxed, and she guessed why the doctor hadn’t ntioned the surgery—it was simply because he was called by Zhan Qipei, and he dared not speak up.
Without further delay, she nodded to the doctor.
The doctor quickly took his dical kit and left the ward.
Qiao Jing glanced at the ti and stood up, preparing to go ho.
But before she took two steps, a hand appeared at her waist, and she was scooped up into a princess carry by the man.
Qiao Jing was startled in the mont she was lifted off the ground, instinctively wrapping her arms around the man’s neck, and in the blink of an eye, she was in his embrace.
“What are you doing? Put down.”
Zhan Qipei held Qiao Jing and tested her weight, revealing a smile.
“Taking you ho.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the man opened the door to the ward and carried Qiao Jing out with large strides.
Qiao Jing’s eyes widened slightly, and she began to pound on the man’s chest.
“What are you doing?! So many people in the hospital are watching, put down!”
She didn’t even need to look to feel the gazes of passersby on her.
But the man holding her just wouldn’t let go, insisting on carrying her out.
Passersby all noticed the scene, and several of the younger won started seeing pink hearts after catching a glimpse of Zhan Qipei’s face.
However, when they noticed he was holding a woman in his arms, those pink hearts instantly vanished.
“I’m so jealous of this lady for having such a good husband, and it looks like she sprained her ankle—he’s actually giving her a princess carry out!”
“Wow, wow, wow—I’m in awe, I’m in awe, I’d trade fifty years of my life for a husband like that, not only handso but also so good to his wife.”
“Actually, I’m more envious of this guy; missy is so good-looking! It’s my first ti seeing such a beautiful lady, like an angel descending to earth.”
“I think they’re a match made in heaven, a handso man and a beautiful woman!”
“…”
Qiao Jing felt her ears growing hotter as she listened, bit her lip, and lowered her voice out of fear of being overheard.
“Zhan Qipei, put down now!”
Her skin wasn’t nearly as thick as this man’s; it was just a sprained ankle, not like she couldn’t walk.
Zhan Qipei’s footsteps paused.
Qiao Jing thought the man was finally willing to put her down and was about to release her arms from around his neck, but instead he leaned down closer to her.
Zhan Qipei’s thin lips approached Qiao Jing’s ear and he spoke in a low voice.
“If you move again, I’ll kiss you right in front of everyone.”
Qiao Jing’s eyes widened slightly, she heard the gasps of the bystanders, and combined with his breath in her ear, her earlobes felt like they were about to catch fire!
She had wanted to struggle down herself, but knowing Zhan Qipei, he might actually do such a thing.
Being kissed in public or getting a princess carry out, the forr was far more embarrassing.
Worried that Zhan Qipei would really kiss her, Qiao Jing settled down obediently, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.
Seeing Qiao Jing’s subdued deanor, Zhan Qipei hooked up the corner of his mouth, revealing a satisfied smile.
It seed this was still the best way to keep his wife in check.
Qiao Jing caught a glimpse of this smile from the corner of her eye and felt a twinge of annoyance. She placed her hand on the man’s chest, maintaining a certain distance between them.
Otherwise, all the way, she would have to listen to Zhan Qipei’s robust and powerful heartbeat, echoing beside her ear.
Zhan Qipei continued walking outside, still holding Qiao Jing as he left the hospital.
Onlookers along the way cast envious glances at Qiao Jing.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Qiao Jing didn’t even look at Zhan Qipei, instead staring out at the scenery, sulking.
After arriving back at Nantai Apartnt, Qiao Jing was prepared this ti and dodged Zhan Qipei’s attempt to hold her again.
She moved slowly, and in the end, it was still Zhan Qipei who supported her back ho.
Once back ho, Qiao Jing kept a stiff face, reluctantly thanking him.
“Thank you.”
She limped toward the bathroom, but Zhan Qipei, noticing her intentions, scooped her up again before she was aware of it.
This ti, Qiao Jing did not hesitate to push him away since there was nobody else at ho to witness, and he could not threaten her.
However, the place wasn’t big, and Zhan Qipei was gripping her waist firmly. It only took a few steps before he had carried her to the bathroom.
Zhan Qipei lifted the toilet seat, allowing Qiao Jing to stand beside him. He stared at her intently, feeling it would be difficult for her to remove her pants.
“I’ll help you take them off.”
As he said this, he reached out toward Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing only felt her temples throb twice, and with quick reflexes, she grabbed his hand, almost hissing the words out between her teeth.
“Zhan, Qipei, get out!!”
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