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Chapter 252: Chapter 253-254 I’ll Wait for You!_1
"I’ve washed the top, now you wash the bottom yourself," Qiao Duo’er tossed the loofah into the bathtub, deciding to let Tan Zhenghong fend for himself.
She feared if she continued to look, she might get a sty by tomorrow.
Tan Zhenghong said pitifully, "Wifey, I can’t touch hot water; it hurts like death if I do."
Seeing him like a sad puppy, how could Qiao Duo’er have the heart to be harsh?
Wuwu...So embarrassing. There was water to block the view before, but now there was only air.
At this point, he completely deflated.
In Tan Zhenghong’s imagination, it was not supposed to be like this. He thought once he stood up, he would be able to tease his wife without restraint, but in reality, he was more like the one being teased...
"Some hooligan you are with that little ability!" muttered Qiao Duo’er, a typical case of "all bark and no bite."
With lips pursed, Tan Zhenghong stood there completely bare, lacking any imposing presence, so he simply chose not to speak.
Qiao Duo’er steeled her heart and picked up the loofah again, now with soap powder, to scrub him down.
With water in the bathtub reaching the knees, Tan Zhenghong cooperated by lifting his legs, using the loofah to scrub off the soap powder, and then a cloth to wash away any residue.
Seeing his wife’s look as if she could eat someone alive, he felt a tiny, tiny bit of fear.
"There, I’m finished. Dry yourself off," Qiao Duo’er said annoyed.
Tan Zhenghong knew he had made a grave mistake. Despite his hand hurting, he still refilled the bathtub with fresh water so his wife could bathe after washing her face.
Alright, he admitted that although his hand had blisters, the pain was still bearable. He was just a wolf in sheep’s clothing a moment ago.
He just wanted to tease his wife, not expecting to end up teasing himself as well.
Qiao Duo’er washed her face several times.
Glancing over to Tan Zhongzhong’s room out of the corner of her eye, Qiao Duo’er felt disdain as she heard a quarrel coming from inside.
Listening for a moment, Qiao Duo’er understood that the Wang Clan had accidentally scratched the child while holding him, causing Tan Zhongzhong and the Li Clan to be unable to bear the heartache. The Wang Clan, after being scolded, threw her hands up in protest.
The Wang Clan cursed a few words and stormed out, giving Qiao Duo’er a fierce glare when she saw her.
Qiao Duo’er curled her lips dismissively, too lazy to bother with the Wang Clan, and simply wiped her face dry before heading inside.
Seeing Tan Zhenghong only reminded her of the incident that she’d rather forget, so she immediately ducked behind the curtain.
After bathing, Qiao Duo’er picked up a Silver Needle and walked over to Tan Zhenghong.
Tan Zhenghong sprang up from bed in a hurry, "Wifey, I really do see the error of my ways—I won’t dare do it again next time!"
Qiao Duo’er rolled her eyes, "Give me your hand."
Tan Zhenghong swallowed nervously, hesitating before eventually stretching out his hand.
Would his wife give him a prick that could cripple him forever?
He silently prayed, hoping his wife wouldn’t be so cruel.
Qiao Duo’er grabbed Tan Zhenghong’s hand, gently pierced the blisters on top, and let the blood out.
With every prick, Qiao Duo’er would press down hard, undoubtedly a bittersweet sensation.
But she wasn’t just out for revenge, she was also aiming to drain the bruised blood so it wouldn’t linger and cause agonizing pain with every touch.
"Wifey, you’re too harsh," Tan Zhenghong couldn’t help but complain.
Qiao Duo’er said with pride, "Knowing it now is still on time; if you bother me again, I’ll finish you!"
Tan Zhenghong kept silent while pondering that if there was a next time, he would still do the same.
Since needles were in use, Qiao Duo’er took the opportunity to give herself an acupuncture treatment to prevent spots from forming.
As for Tan Zhenghong, he was brooding on the side, his hand too painful to touch anything.
He could only watch helplessly as his wife buttoned her clothes.
"Keep fantasizing like that, and your hand will never heal," Qiao Duo’er said schadenfreudently. 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝖕𝖚𝖇.𝖈𝔬𝔪
Tan Zhenghong gritted his teeth, "Wait till my hand is healed, you won’t be able to run away then."
"I’ll wait for you!" Qiao Duo’er quirked an eyebrow, not minding at all to do something with Tan Zhenghong as long as he didn’t have so many reservations.
Tan Zhenghong felt a pang of internal injury; how he wished he could shout out and ask what was Star-of-Bethlehem and where on earth it grew!
Before finding Star-of-Bethlehem, he could only satisfy his cravings with a kiss or a touch. Who could be more wretched than he was?
Moreover, this wretchedness was self-inflicted, since he wanted to take good care of his wife.
