NOVPUBChapter 187: 187, Never Give Up (3)_1
Chapter 187: 187, Never Give Up (3)_1
In the room, at the sound of Quan Yifei’s voice, Jian Qing rose from the bed and walked out.
“Jian Qing!”
Quan Yifei’s gaze swept past him to see Jian Qing coming from behind him. She waved at her with a bright smile.
Song Xirou glimpsed Jian Qing, and a violent flash of light flickered at the bottom of her eyes. He and she, truly were in the same room!
Having witnessed this herself, Song Xirou felt like she was losing control of her emotions. However, when her gaze fell on the clothes Jian Qing was wearing, she gritted her teeth furiously.
The new design which had just appeared on the magazine cover in March was being worn by her.
Why did every good thing fall into her lap? She wouldn’t stand for it!
Quan Yifei said, “Jian Qing, we made a cake in the kitchen. I brought some up for you to taste.”
Jian Qing glanced at Song Xirou who was by her side and let out an ambiguous smile. She was really persistent!
“Why are you out of bed?” Quan Jingwu, disregarding the presence of others in the room, directly picked her up in a bridal carry and turned around to go back inside.
Jian Qing did not resist. After all, some people shamelessly came all the way here. She needed at least to send them something, right?
She effortlessly wrapped her arms around his neck, “Xiaojing, wait a moment, my cake.”
Quan Yifei cleared her throat and hurriedly handed the cake in her hand to Jian Qing. “Well, Jian Qing, we won’t bother you two. See you later.”
As her words ended, she closed the room door tactfully.
Song Xirou stared at the tightly closed door, envisioning the scene of the two of them alone inside the room.
The phrase “Why are you out of bed?” echoed repeatedly in her mind, cursing Jian Qing from the bottom of her heart.
She solemnly vowed to tear that vixen’s face apart one day…
“Xirou, Xirou.” Beside her, Quan Yifei waved her hand in front of her face.
Song Xirou feigned a return to normalcy and forced a smile, “What’s the matter?”
“What happened just now?” Quan Yifei teased, “Were you scared by my third brother?”
Song Xirou forced a smile onto her face, “Yes, I’ve never seen Jingwu like this before. Quite surprising.”
Quan Yifei chuckled, pulling her as they walked downstairs. “You’ll get used to it after a while. My third brother has set his mind on Jian Qing – he treats her like a delicate precious vase.”
“Really?” Song Xirou asked with a faux smile.
“Definitely. No one would dare to enter my third brother’s room casually. Last time when Jian Qing came, she stayed in my third brother’s room. Everyone in our family likes her.” Quan Yifei said nonchalantly.
Upon hearing this, Song Xirou’s steps slowed down; unconsciously, she tightened her grip on the staircase railing.
“Jian Qing, I have really underestimated you. But no matter what, I have spent so many years, I won’t let you destroy everything that belongs to me.” 𝚗o𝚟pub.𝚌𝚘𝚖
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When Shen Hao and the doctor hurriedly arrived at the mansion, everyone from the Quan family was sitting in the living room, including Quan Mingxuan.
“Shen Hao, why did you bring a doctor here?” Quan Mingxuan, looking at the doctor in a white coat beside him, asked amusingly.
It seemed that Shen Hao could have directly rushed into the doctor’s office and dragged him over.
“Per the Boss’s orders.” Shen Hao replied.
“What does Jingwu need a doctor for? None of us are injured.” The old Madam Quan said in confusion.
All of a sudden, Rhee seemed to have thought of something. His face changed, “Could it be Little Qingqing …”
“Shen Hao, did Jingwu tell you anything?” Quan Mingxuan asked.
Shen Hao adjusted his glasses and said, “It seems like the Mistress might be injured. I should take the doctor to her now.”
After he said that, Rhee and others’ expressions turned somber, about to follow Shen Hao upstairs.
“Wait, just let Shen Hao and the doctor go up. If too many people go, it might not be a good thing.” Quan Mingxuan said calmly.
If Jian Qing was injured, Jingwu wouldn’t be in any mood to care about other things. With so many people going up, he might not even let them in.
Hearing this, Rhee and others stopped in their tracks, and Shen Hao led the doctor upstairs.
“Fei Fei, you just went upstairs just now, did you see Jian Qing?” The old Madam Quan asked.
“Yes, I did.” Quan Yifei nodded, suddenly recalling, “But it’s strange, Jian Qing was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and long pants.”
As she remembered, Jian Qing was the type to get hot easily. Even with air conditioning inside the room, on such a hot day, Jian Qing would wear short sleeves and shorts. Was it possible she was injured somewhere and didn’t want them to know, so she hid it and didn’t say anything?
“Could she have been injured on the hillside?” Rhee looked nervous.
“Don’t worry just yet, it shouldn’t be a serious injury. Otherwise, Jingwu would have taken her to the hospital right away.” Quan Hao analyzed calmly.
“Let’s wait until the doctor comes down and ask him.”
Rhee nodded, “We have no other choice for now.”
Upstairs, Shen Hao stood at the door with the doctor and knocked.
In a moment, the door opened.
“Boss!”
Quan Jingwu simply hummed in response, letting the two of them in.
The curtains were drawn open again, brightening up the room. Jian Qing was sitting on the sofa, leisurely eating cake while looking at the tablet.
Shen Hao twitched at the corner of his mouth, “…”
Where does she look injured?
It wasn’t until he saw the injuries on Jian Qing’s hands and feet that Shen Hao couldn’t help but click his tongue. The Mistress was too tolerant!
If it were any other delicate and vulnerable young lady, she would have been wailing by now.
“Don’t let the wound on your hand touch water for the next few days to prevent it from getting infected. The injuries on your foot need medication applied more frequently to help the bruises fade away.” The female doctor packed up her medicine box, leaving behind two boxes of different ointments.
Jian Qing nodded, saying, “Thank you.”
Seeing there was nothing else he needed to do, Shen Hao left with the doctor.
Jian Qing, well-fed and watered, and her medicine applied, lazily extended her hand towards Quan Jingwu, “Xiaojing, hold me and take me over there to sleep.”
There was no shame in using the free human shaped mobile chair.
Quan Jingwu lightly laughed. He flicked her forehead with his finger, then picked her up.
The moment she touched the bed, Jian Qing quickly burrowed into the quilt. Before she could open her mouth, she could feel the bed dip next to her.
“What are you doing up here? Don’t you have to deal with the files?” As she spoke, she pointed to the file abandoned on the sofa.
Quan Jingwu’s thin lips curved into a slight smirk. Crossing his hands, he began pulling up his shirt, revealing his solid and muscular upper body to Jian Qing’s eyes.
“You… What are you doing?” Jian Qing swallowed her saliva, a little dumbstruck.
Have he and clothes become enemies today?
He raised his eyebrows and threw his shirt casually aside, intending next to take off his trousers.
“Wait, wait…” Jian Qing was completely flustered. Her exquisite face flushing crimson, she hurriedly reached out to grab his hand attempting to remove his trouser.
As a consequence, in her haste, her hand shifted a bit lower and accidentally touched the place she had not intended to touch.
In that instance, a phrase floated down from the sky, an accidental discharge!
