Jingyu Garden.
Qiao Yuxian washed her hands in the bathroom and took a look at her wrist.
The redness on the back of her hand subsided quickly after applying the dicine, but her wrist was more painful than at first. It didn’t appear swollen, so it probably wasn’t a big problem.
She washed her hands twice more with soap, made sure she couldn’t sll the dicine at all, and carefully examined her wrist again. Seeing nothing unusual, she left the bathroom.
ng Yan and Su Qi were no longer outside.
Gu Yanjing happened to co out of the kitchen, holding a cup in his hand.
Qiao Yuxian jogged up to him, looking up at him with sparkling, curved eyes.
Gu Yanjing lowered his eyes to look at her.
Qiao Yuxian held his gaze for a mont, raised her hand, and touched her lips.
Gu Yanjing wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her into his embrace, and kissed her on the lips.
Qiao Yuxian smiled.
Gu Yanjing lowered his head to kiss her a while longer, then handed her the cup: "To soothe your throat."
Qiao Yuxian took it, holding the cup with both hands, and took a sip: "There’s less work today, not much."
"How much longer?" Gu Yanjing asked.
"Um..." Qiao Yuxian thought about it, and the more she thought, the harder her expression beca, "Probably a while longer."
Gu Yanjing rubbed her little frowning face: "Don’t tire yourself out, if it gets too much, the internship here..."
"No." Qiao Yuxian interrupted him, "I can, I definitely can."
Gu Yanjing pinched her face again: "Go upstairs?"
"Mm." Qiao Yuxian held the cup with both hands and went upstairs with him.
In the bedroom, Qiao Yuxian went to shower first.
When she ca out of the bathroom, Gu Yanjing had already finished his shower in the guest room, his hair completely dry. He was sitting on the balcony, reading a book.
Hearing the noise, he turned his head to look at Qiao Yuxian.
Qiao Yuxian was wearing beige silk pajamas, long sleeves, and pants, with pink slippers, her hair wet and loose, holding a hairdryer in her left hand.
As she passed the sofa, she picked up a cushion with her right hand and walked directly towards Gu Yanjing.
She tossed the cushion onto the carpet at Gu Yanjing’s feet, then sat on it, shuffling closer and closer until she was in front of Gu Yanjing, looking up at him.
Gu Yanjing sat in the chair, lowering his eyes to look at her, then leaned down to give her a kiss.
Qiao Yuxian handed him the hairdryer.
He placed the book on the table in front of him, took the hairdryer, plugged it in, and slowly began to dry her hair.
Qiao Yuxian sat cross-legged obediently in front of him, took the book on the table and placed it on her lap, as thick as a dictionary, flipping through it.
Her hair was long and thick, and Gu Yanjing carefully took over half an hour to dry it.
Qiao Yuxian also finished flipping through the book.
"Is it interesting?" Gu Yanjing asked.
"I don’t understand it." Qiao Yuxian closed the book.
Gu Yanjing put down the hairdryer, helped tidy her hair, and gently pinched her face: "You’d understand if you seriously read it."
"I don’t understand it." Qiao Yuxian stated decisively.
Gu Yanjing chuckled.
Qiao Yuxian habitually used her right hand to pick up the book and place it on the table.
The book was too heavy, and her wrist was injured.
As she picked it up suddenly, her wrist gave way slightly, making the book dip for a mont.
She exerted herself to place the book on the table.
Gu Yanjing watched her movents and gently held her wrist: "What’s wrong with your hand?"
"Nothing." Qiao Yuxian’s tone was flawless.
Gu Yanjing used the other hand to lift her chin, making her look up at him.
When Qiao Yuxian t his eyes, she felt a bit guilty.
She always felt that if she lied while looking into Gu Yanjing’s eyes, it would end terribly.
So after holding his gaze for a while, she said: "I accidentally knocked it, jolting my wrist. I’ve already applied dicine."
"How did you knock it?" Gu Yanjing felt her wrist bone, which seed fine.
Qiao Yuxian lied: "Got a little too excited during voice acting, on the table and..."
"Does it still hurt?" Gu Yanjing observed her averted eyes.
"It doesn’t hurt anymore." Qiao Yuxian said, "Just now when I picked up the book, it wasn’t steady, hurt for a mont."
Gu Yanjing gently massaged her wrist.
Thinking he believed her, Qiao Yuxian leaned back against his leg and said: "It really doesn’t hurt anymore."
Gu Yanjing massaged for a while longer.
Qiao Yuxian quietly leaned against him, after so ti said: "I’m a little sleepy."
Gu Yanjing let go of her hand and directly picked her up from the ground.
Carried her to the bed.
After placing her on the bed, as Qiao Yuxian was about to crawl into the covers, Gu Yanjing rolled up her pajama pants a bit.
Qiao Yuxian was startled, her hair stood on end.
She noticed bruises on her leg while showering and wore long pants on purpose.
He...
Gu Yanjing looked at the bruises on her legs.
He didn’t fully believe Qiao Yuxian’s reason for her wrist pain. So he checked her legs.
When Qiao Yuxian fought with soone, she habitually used her legs to kick, a more powerful thod of attack.
Especially when her hand was injured.
And Qiao Yuxian’s skin was delicate; a little force left marks.
Gu Yanjing had this suspicion, and now it was confird.
Qiao Yuxian didn’t dare to look at Gu Yanjing’s face, sat up, pulling down her pajama pants and trying to pull her legs back.
But Gu Yanjing held her ankle, not allowing her to move.
Qiao Yuxian exerted so force again and couldn’t withdraw her legs, remained silent for two seconds, then slowly raised her gaze to look at Gu Yanjing.
Gu Yanjing’s expression wasn’t good, sowhat... very serious.
"Lied." Gu Yanjing said flatly.
"I, I..." Qiao Yuxian couldn’t get her words out.
"Who did you fight with?" Gu Yanjing asked.
Qiao Yuxian looked at him without speaking.
"Does ng Yan know?" Gu Yanjing asked again.
When Qiao Yuxian ca back, ng Yan’s reaction when he saw her was almost identical to when Su Qi knew Qiao Yuxian was interning at the Gu Group and kept it a secret from him.
Gu Yanjing noticed at first glance.
But he didn’t want to pry into the small secrets between Qiao Yuxian and them.
Never thought it would be this kind of secret.
"ng Yan, what does he have to do with it?" Qiao Yuxian said naturally, "It’s , I... huh? Huh? What are you doing? What are you doing?"
Gu Yanjing still uncovered her acting, went to the head of the bed to get his phone.
Qiao Yuxian tugged at his robe: "I’ll tell, I’ll tell. Don’t call ng Yan, I, I’ll say everything."
Gu Yanjing dialed ng Yan’s number, looking at her, said: "You’ve lost all credibility."
Qiao Yuxian: "......"
The call connected quickly on ng Yan’s side.
Gu Yanjing directly asked: "Who did Qiao Yuxian fight with today?"
Qiao Yuxian clung to his robe tightly, her face full of remorse.
It was her! She implicated ng Yan!
On the other end, ng Yan’s voice shook with fear: "Mr. Gu."
"Don’t make repeat myself." Gu Yanjing said coldly.
The voice scared ng Yan half to death and made Qiao Yuxian’s heart tremble.
She silently sympathized with ng Yan and silently expressed her guilt.
Then she heard ng Yan recount everything he knew that afternoon in one breath.
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