Chapter 368: Chapter 357: Qiao Jing Says, Not Divorcing Anymore
“Put the dicine on.”
Qiao Jing’s gaze lingered on the man’s bare chest, a sudden throb at her temple.
“How can I apply the dicine if you don’t turn around?”
Zhan Qipei uttered an ‘oh’ and then slowly turned his body.
Qiao Jing saw through Zhan Qipei’s deliberate act, rolling her eyes in speechlessness, yet her touch remained gentle as she applied the dicine.
Approaching the man’s broad back, she found herself enveloped by his familiar scent.
The man’s voice suddenly broke the silence.
“My ID card and household registration are still in the car.”
Qiao Jing hesitated in her actions, understanding clearly that his words ant that even if they reached the civil affairs bureau, he hadn’t planned on divorcing.
If that car hadn’t been ntioned, she and Zhan Qipei would have found out at the civil affairs bureau that soone had neglected to bring their docunts.
The whole purpose was to stall for ti; on the way back to get the docunts, the man would surely co up with reasons not to divorce her.
Qiao Jing remained silent, continuing to apply the dicine slowly.
It wasn’t until she was wrapping bandages around him that Zhan Qipei spoke again.
The man’s deep voice resonated.
“I can agree to a divorce, but can I make one request?”
Qiao Jing furrowed her brows, silently wrapping the bandage and tying a knot.
After Qiao Jing had finished dressing his wounds, Zhan Qipei slowly turned around, his dark eyes fixating on her face.
“After we divorce, can I still live with you?”
He had thought it through; if Qiao Jing truly wanted to divorce him, it wasn’t out of the question.
Divorce didn’t an he would lose the opportunity to pursue Qiao Jing; he could still chase after her—he would just be competing on even footing with others.
But he was confident that he could win Qiao Jing back.
Qiao Jing didn’t respond, her thoughts swirling after the recent events.
Staying married could also be an option; after all, Zhan Qipei had risked his life to save her.
She indeed owed Zhan Qipei a chance.
Zhan Qipei, interpreting her silence as difficulty in decision-making, showed a smile uglier than crying and made a concession.
“Then how about I don’t live with you, but I pick you up and drop you off from work every day and cook for you at night, would that be okay?”
A slight ripple stirred in Qiao Jing’s eyes, she pursed her lips, but didn’t answer Zhan Qipei’s question.
“Do you plan to recuperate in the hospital, or go ho?”
A bitter tinge crossed Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes, and after a long silence, he answered.
“Not going back to Purple Garden.”
Did she intend to send him back to Purple Garden and leave him be?
But he only wanted to be where Qiao Jing was.
Qiao Jing’s brows knitted as she looked at the wound on the man’s back.
“Let’s talk about what you ntioned after your wound has healed. Do you want to go back to Tai Apartnt to recuperate?”
Glancing at the empty hospital room, she thought if he really had to recover in the hospital, she’d need to go ho and bring so belongings over.
The wounds on Zhan Qipei’s body could heal at ho; she could prepare dicines to speed up the healing process.
Zhan Qipei, seated on the bed, brightened imdiately upon hearing her words.
“Then, will you go back with ?”
Qiao Jing humd in acknowledgnt but didn’t elaborate further.
Zhan Qipei, before he could delight in her response, suddenly grasped an insight, and the light in his eyes faded as quickly as it appeared.
Perhaps Qiao Jing was only feeling guilty because she saw him injured and intended to wait until his recovery to divorce him.
He had thought she didn’t want to divorce him anymore.
“Let’s go back now. I’ll have soone drive the car over.”
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The next morning.
Zhan Qipei had just stepped out of his room when he caught a tempting aroma wafting from the kitchen.
As he passed by Qiao Jing’s room, he noticed the door was open.
Inside, he saw her suitcase still in the sa spot from yesterday, standing forlornly against the wall as if prepared to leave at any mont.
Zhan Qipei straightened his smoke-like long eyebrows and pursed his thin lips tightly as he made his way to the kitchen.
Qiao Jing had made a nutritious porridge and chicken soup, along with other dishes that were good for the body, but all were light in flavor.
She caught the man’s motion to co over and help, but she stopped him.
“You go sit.”
During the al, Zhan Qipei’s eyebrows were furrowed the whole ti, and he glanced over at Qiao Jing several tis.
In the end, he made his decision.
“After breakfast, I’ll accompany you to the Civil Affairs Bureau to go through the divorce procedures,” he said.
He had thought it through the entire night, and still decided to divorce Qiao Jing, not wanting to cause her any distress because of himself.
He suddenly rembered that Qiao Jing was ready to leave at any ti; he didn’t want to keep her by his side forcefully.
He could always win her back again.
Qiao Jing’s movent of drinking the porridge paused, and she lowered her eyes, concealing her emotions.
“I have sothing to do later.”
She had made her decision yesterday, but she didn’t know how to start the conversation with Zhan Qipei.
Zhan Qipei, rembering that Qiao Jing had to go to work, ate faster.
“Then I’ll pick you up after work, and we can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau together. Don’t worry, I will go through the divorce procedures with you,” he said.
As he spoke, he took out all the needed docunts for divorce, prepared to end their marriage.
Qiao Jing’s gaze fell on those certificates for a mont before she looked away without a word.
After he finished eating, Zhan Qipei got up to go to the bathroom.
Once the man closed the bathroom door behind him, Qiao Jing stared at the marriage certificate and ID card among other docunts, furrowing her brows.
She glanced once more in the direction of the bathroom and ultimately couldn’t resist. Taking a few steps forward, she collected all the docunts.
When Zhan Qipei returned from the toilet, he noticed that the docunts that had been on the table were missing.
He furrowed his long eyebrows, a puzzled look on his face, and he opened the drawer of the table to take a look.
But the drawer was empty, not even a shadow of an ID card inside.
Zhan Qipei also bent over to check under the table, still finding nothing. He muttered to himself,
“I clearly put them here just now, how could they disappear?”
It was then that Qiao Jing added,
“If you can’t find them, just let it be.”
Zhan Qipei’s movent in searching for the docunts imdiately froze. He stunned for a mont, then slowly looked up at Qiao Jing, the puzzled look in his eyes gradually turning into disbelief.
The man shot to his feet, the abrupt movent causing him to knock into the chair due to the fierceness of his action and jostling the wound on his back.
Zhan Qipei involuntarily inhaled sharply.
“Hiss—”
Qiao Jing’s gaze suddenly filled with concern as she looked at the man.
“Be careful—”
Her words were cut off by Zhan Qipei interrupting.
He completely disregarded the pain in his back, his eyes sparking with anticipation.
“What did you just say?” he asked.
Qiao Jing slightly lowered her head, her eyes falling into her bowl.
“It’s nothing. I’m going to wash the dishes.”
Before she could walk back to the kitchen, her wrist was abruptly caught.
The next second, she was cornered by the man against the wall, her back pressing against it.
Qiao Jing looked up at Zhan Qipei, but inadvertently locked eyes with his deep gaze.
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