Chapter 189 - 189 Troublesome Woman

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“You don’t know how to wash clothes?” Luo Ziling looked at Ouyang Huihui as if she were an alien visitor, “You’re joking, right? You are a woman!”

With her face turning red, Ouyang Huihui felt annoyed: “What’s so strange about that? My sister doesn’t know how to do it either!”

“Then who washes the clothes you wear usually?” Luo Ziling asked curiously: “Don’t tell me your mom helps you wash them?”

“My mom died a long time ago,” Ouyang Huihui became melancholy, “She passed away when I was ten!”

“Ah, sorry, I didn’t know,” Luo Ziling immediately felt embarrassed, “Then who washes your clothes?”

“The maids we hire at home,” Ouyang Huihui looked at Luo Ziling strangely: “For a family like ours, it would be odd to wash our own clothes.”

“Okay, I don’t understand the world of the wealthy,” Luo Ziling didn’t argue with Ouyang Huihui about this, but asked out of curiosity, “So what are you planning to do? Just rinse them briefly and dry them to wear again?”

“No way!” Ouyang Huihui shook her head like a rattle-drum, “The lake water is very dirty, and the clothes are all stained. How can I wear them without washing them properly?”

Before Luo Ziling could say anything more, she walked over to the phone, picked it up, and dialed a number.

“Is there a laundry service available now?” After the call connected, she asked, and after listening to the response, she replied with frustration, “Oh, I see.”

“Just wash it yourself,” Luo Ziling had already heard the other side say that there was no laundry service at night and they would have to wait until tomorrow, so he immediately reminded Ouyang Huihui, “It’s really simple, just soak it in laundry detergent, scrub the dirty parts, rinse it by hand, and wring out the water.”

Ouyang Huihui had never considered learning to wash clothes and refused flatly, “I’m not learning. You’re going to wash them for me today.”

“No way, I’ve never washed clothes for a woman before,” but as he said this, Luo Ziling remembered when he had washed clothes for Lin Lan when she was injured.

“You must wash them,” Ouyang Huihui insisted, with anger returning to her face, “It’s all your fault, and you need to take full responsibility.”

“No,” Luo Ziling suddenly jumped out of bed, “I’m not washing your clothes, you should learn yourself.”

“I will not learn.” Ouyang Huihui stubbornly retorted, “You have to wash them for me.”

“Then I’m leaving,” Luo Ziling said, turning around to leave.

“No,” Ouyang Huihui grabbed Luo Ziling’s arm, “You can’t go.”

“Go wash the clothes yourself,” Luo Ziling gestured toward the bathroom, “otherwise I’m leaving right now.”

“Fine,” faced with Luo Ziling’s threat, Ouyang Huihui had no choice but to agree, yet she made a request, “You teach me how.”

“Alright,” Luo Ziling could only agree, and once they reached the bathroom, he pointed to the basin and directed, “Put the clothes in here, add some laundry detergent or soap. There’s no detergent here, so use shower gel instead; it’s okay as long as you soak it and then rinse it clean.”

After explaining how to wash clothes, Luo Ziling left Ouyang Huihui to herself.

Ouyang Huihui, feeling indignant, stood before the washbasin and began washing.

In her heart, she cursed Luo Ziling furiously: This asshole, he actually refuses to wash her clothes.

Still fuming, she finished washing the clothes, wrung them out, and began blow-drying them, continuing to curse Luo Ziling as she did so.

While she was drying the clothes, Luo Ziling went out for a bit, saying he needed to buy something and left before Ouyang Huihui could respond.

This only made Ouyang Huihui more furious.

By the time Luo Ziling returned, Ouyang Huihui had already blow-dried her clothes and changed back into them.

“Treat my wound,” the place where she had fallen was very painful, and Ouyang Huihui demanded of Luo Ziling still in a huff.

“Alright, I’ll take care of the wound right now.”

Luo Ziling asked Ouyang Huihui to lie face down on the bed and exposed her injured calf first.

After thinking for a while, Ouyang Huihui finally lay down as Luo Ziling suggested, exposing her injured calf.

Luo Ziling cleaned her wound, disinfected it, then applied a sterile gauze bandage, reminding Ouyang Huihui to keep it dry for at least a day. He had just gone down to the nearby pharmacy to buy these supplies.

“Is that it?” Ouyang Huihui was quite surprised.

Luo Ziling treated one of her wounds in just two minutes, which made her think he was being perfunctory.

“How else should it be done?” Seeing that Ouyang Huihui doubted his medical skills, Luo Ziling became angry, “Or should I fuss over it for a while, make you go through hell with the pain, how about that?”

“Alright, then treat the other wounds,” Ouyang Huihui ultimately chose to trust Luo Ziling’s medical skills.