Chapter 1518 - Do you know what you did wrong this time?
Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is a Affectionate Spitfire
With his arm around her thin waist, Ji Zimingâs lips curled up as he lovingly looked into her beautiful, moist eyes. âWhat do you say? You are my woman, so you will naturally stand behind me. With me braving the storm for you and protecting you, what do you have to be afraid of?â
âI am not. I am just worriedââ
âWorried about what? Worried about Huang Zhian?â His deep-set eyes darkened as he regarded her with them. She could not see through his emotions, but his voice made her less worried.
âYes. I am worried about him being imprisonedâwhether he is eating well, sleeping well, being bullied, orââ
âI dare you to say that again!â
He pinched her chin hard, making her small face turn red. âIf you dare say it again, I will make that guy disappear from this world.â
âYouââ
He did not give her a chance to complete her sentence as he sealed her mouth with his. His nimble tongue ravaged the insides of her mouth as his hands tightly grasped her arms, making her unable to move an inch.
After a long while, he finally released her and asked in a clear and low voice, âDo you know what youâve done wrong this time?â
âYou! Youâre so tyrannical. Canât I even joke with you?â
She nudged her lips and continued in a slightly cutesy way. âEven if that guy likes me, which I doubt, do you really think he will try to fight with you?â
âOf course, he wonât. Iâve never been afraid of anyone.â
âYes, itâs always others who are afraid of you. Who dares to offend you? If they offend youââ
âThere is only one person who dares to offend me; do you know who that person is?â He squinted at her. âThat person... I canât even do anything to her.â
âAre you talking about me?â
âIf itâs not you, then who? Me?â
âYou didnât say itâs me, so how is it my fault?â She pushed him away and walked to the desk before turning to look at him. âDo you think Huang Zhian will be sentenced to life in prison because of this?â
âThat will depend on how useful Red Star is to me.â Ji Ziming took long strides to the sofa and sat down. Looking at the woman standing in front of him, his gaze darkened. âSo that will depend on you.â
âOn me?â Are you sure? Does it look like I want to save Huang Zhian?
No, no, no. Thatâs not it. I can understand anything, except for him this time; thereâs simply no recourse for this.
Just as the two were discussing that guyâs matter in the office, Qu Jingwan was peacefully taking care of Ji Chi in the hospital ward.
âBaby, once you recover, shall auntie bring you out to play?â She held the bowl of plain porridge and fed the child one spoonful at a time. A smile slowly spread across her lips as she watched him finish the porridge she made.
It was hard to tell if this smile was good or badâa happy or an angry one.
âLass, you donât have to keep taking care of this boy. Your health is important, too. Didnât you catch a flu recently? You refused to ask Dr. Duanmu to examine you. You worry me too much.â
âIâm fine, auntie. As long as Baby is fine, I donât matter. Iâm an adult, so a little flu is nothing to me.â She coughed slightly as the hand holding the bowl shook slightly.
âAish! You always donât listen to my advice. Go rest; you hear me? Baby, your auntie worried about you all night and fell ill because of it. Shall we let her go rest for a while? Granny will feed you porridge, instead.â
Madam Ji took the bowl from the lady and quickly helped her to the bed at the side. She then reassured, âJust rest here properly. Iâm still around if anything happens to my grandson. Just rest here; you hear me?â
âI think I should do it, after all.â She nodded and moved to take the bowl again, but the older woman stopped her.
âDo what? Just stay there properly. I will have the nurse call a doctor to look at you later. My grandson is confined here, anyway, so if you have to be hospitalized, too, I will just take care of you both.â
âIf I, myself, am hospitalized, what will happen to this child? I am still worried.â Qu Jingwan feigned concern. âDonât worry; I am truly fine. I can do anything for Baby. A small flu is nothing.â
âYou are just too kind. Even though my grandson isnât your flesh and blood, you treat him even better than one to their biological son. You put me, his grandma, to shame.â
âYouâre the one who cares about him the most. My concern is nothing; it is at most that of an auntie who likes children.â
She revealed a look of sorrow. In fact, she actually wished that the boy was her son. The biggest happiness in life was actually to have a child who was this filial.
âAlright, alright. Letâs stop here. Just rest properly. I will take care of the boy, as well as the other kids.â
The older woman looked toward her other grandchildren, only to realize that Ran Ran had poured the milk she had brought from home into a cup.
While pouring the milk, the girl continued speaking in a sweet and cute voice. âSecond brother, I tell you: I like this milk the most. I specially brought it from home. Also, big brother brought this cup from home for you to drink the milk. Although you are staying in the hospital, you must know that we are all waiting for you to come home. You must tell me if you want to eat or drink anything. I will have auntie make it for you.â
The girl put the glass of milk to her brotherâs mouth and blinked her large eyes at him. âGet well soon, or else auntieâs flu will not recover easily.â
âMhm.â Ji Chi nodded and peered at Qu Jingwan sitting at the side. He then received the glass of milk from his sister and softly said, âI will try to recover fast and go home.â
âHurry and drink the milk, then. That way, your body will become better fast.â After seeing him finish the milk in one gulp, the girl could not help but start clapping in joy. âYay, second brother is amazing!â
âRan Ran, be a little softer. Let your brother and auntie rest, okay?â Madam Ji placed her index finger against her lips and signaled her granddaughter to be silent.
âMhm-mhm. Okay.â The girl nodded with a smile and covered her mouth with her small hands. Through her hands, her muffled voice sounded. âI will be quieter.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
She nodded with a smile and let out a small sigh at how obedient and lovable her granddaughter was.