Qiao Jing directly brought her hand behind her back, a stubborn look adding to her attractive features, “Listen to me first, the orphanage—”
“I promise you, I won’t demolish the orphanage, now give me your hand,” Zhan Qipei’s face showed a helpless expression.
He agreed to her just like that? Was it that simple?
Qiao Jing stared at Zhan Qipei with suspicion.
Seeing that Qiao Jing refused to bring out her hand, Zhan Qipei didn’t wait any longer and forcefully pulled her hand from behind her back.
“It’s not that serious, don’t worry about it, it’ll scab over soon,” Qiao Jing said, looking at the back of her hand.
Zhan Qipei’s brows furrowed, ignoring Qiao Jing’s words and continued treating her wound.
During the treatment, his actions were very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing kept scrutinizing Zhan Qipei with a doubtful gaze, always feeling that he was acting strange today.
Just as the wound was dealt with, Qiao Jing attempted to withdraw her hand, only to find the man holding onto it without letting go.
“You?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be sickly and weak? It seems like you took down those people,” Zhan Qipei said with his piercing black eyes intently staring at Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing’s pupils shrank slightly as she replied without changing her expression, “That’s exactly why my grandpa sent me to the martial arts school. To learn some basic moves, to strengthen the body, and for self-defense. Is there a conflict in that?”
Without waiting for Zhan Qipei to continue questioning, Qiao Jing turned the tables and asked, “You’re not suspecting me of being the person who saved you, are you?”
After Qiao Jing asked, she noticed doubt had crept into his investigative gaze.
“Isn’t it you?” Zhan Qipei countered.
Qiao Jing displayed an exasperated expression, “I’ve explained everything I needed to. The person you mentioned isn’t me, I’ve already said that. And I believe you’ve investigated as well. The day you were saved, I had been picked up by your mother.”
“Yes, I’ve indeed investigated. But perhaps there was a discrepancy in time…” Zhan Qipei trailed off, starting to sound unsure.
“Fine, then assume I was the one who saved you,” Qiao Jing said, “Since I saved you, you owe me. Give me five billion, your life is worth that much money.”
Asking him for money? The girl who saved him did a good deed without leaving her name, noble in character, surely couldn’t be the Qiao Jing in front of him.
Zhan Qipei’s face revealed a cold smile, “Do you know why I’m looking for her?”
“Isn’t it because she saved you, and you want to repay the debt?”
“Wrong. It’s because she did something unforgivable to me, and I want her to pay for it!” That was what Zhan Qipei kept in his heart.
Hearing these words, Qiao Jing’s eyes narrowed slightly.
She had guessed that Zhan Qipei wasn’t looking for her just to express his gratitude. She’d realized this while operating on the man.
That look in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour her, was something she remembered vividly to this day.
“So you still admit you are her, right?”
“I’ve always been saying I’m not her, you just refuse to believe it,” Qiao Jing said lazily, leaning against the car door and propping her chin with one hand.
Zhan Qipei looked at Qiao Jing with disdain, “Five billion, you don’t want it?”
“Just five billion, I have my own.”
Qiao Jing was telling the truth, but to Zhan Qipei, it sounded like a joke.
Outside the car, Chen Zhiyi paced back and forth anxiously, glancing at the car from time to time.
What exactly was happening inside? Chen Zhiyi no longer dared to think positively. The anxious expression on Zhan Qipei’s face when he had arrived was troubling enough.
What was really going on? Chen Zhiyi couldn’t figure it out.
Wasn’t their boss not fond of this country bride? He hadn’t even shown up at the wedding. It was unlikely that the boss would come all this way specially for this country woman, right?
Just as Chen Zhiyi was fraught with anxiety, the car door opened, and Zhan Qipei and Qiao Jing got out.
Xu Moqian immediately came to Qiao Jing’s side, his worried gaze sweeping up and down her body as if he was ready to fight Zhan Qipei to the death if even a single hair on Qiao Jing’s head was harmed.
The way Xu Moqian was acting made Zhan Qipei’s teeth itch with irritation.
Even if he did not like Qiao Jing, she was, after all, his legal wife. Xu Moqian’s concern for Qiao Jing made him feel like he was wearing a huge grassland on his head.
“Sister Jing, he didn’t do anything to you, did he?” Xu Moqian asked, looking at Qiao Jing.
“No, we just talked about the welfare institute.”
“How did it go? Is it settled? If it isn’t, I can ask my dad to intervene. If my dad isn’t enough, my grandpa’s influence should do it. If they still don’t give face, then you can reveal—” Xu Moqian, while speaking, caught Qiao Jing’s sharp glare.
“Cough cough, you can reveal your status as the granddaughter-in-law of the Zhan Family and go to Zhan Qipei’s grandfather. He likes you so much, he will surely make decisions on your behalf,” Xu Moqian quickly corrected himself.
Xu Moqian stealthily glanced at Zhan Qipei’s face, and seeing no particular reaction, he breathed a sigh of relief internally.
Qiao Jing gave Xu Moqian a look, signaling him to be careful with his words.
Xu Moqian stealthily made an “ok” gesture to Qiao Jing and zipped his lips with his fingers.
Zhan Qipei caught their subtle interaction, his expression darkening, lips pursed tightly.
“You’ve known each other for a long time?”
“Of course, we met in university,” Qiao Jing replied.
Back then, Xu Moqian was the school’s mischievous heartthrob, while she had just become a professor.
On the first day Xu Moqian had seen her, he had written her a love letter and even sent flowers. Later, he started calling her Sister Jing, his affection turning into admiration.
Zhan Qipei’s expression grew darker and darker. “Qiao Jing, I remind you, we may only have 100 days, but during these 100 days, you better behave yourself,” he warned.
When Zhan Qipei said this, he gave Xu Moqian a sidelong glance.
“It’s not 100 days now; there are 93 days left,” Qiao Jing corrected him clearly.
Hearing Qiao Jing’s words, Zhan Qipei’s chest visibly heaved. Then, without another look at Qiao Jing, he turned and walked away.
After he reached the side of the car and noticed Qiao Jing hadn’t followed, he turned his head.
Qiao Jing and Xu Moqian were laughing and walking shoulder to shoulder into the welfare institute.
Zhan Qipei was so angry he felt a raging fire in his chest and growled lowly at Qiao Jing.
“Qiao Jing!”