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Ling Bingâer saw that Wei Jiuâer was being treated unfairly. Her mind started racing, and she wanted to confront Shen Qingyue.
Shen Qingyue seemed to sense something and turned back, warning, âFollow us again, and you wonât have teeth left! You can try if you donât believe me.â With that, she walked away without looking back.
Ling Bingâer gritted her teeth. âThat vile woman is becoming more audacious! How dare she hit me?â
Wei Jiuâer consoled her, âLet it go. Letâs get breakfast first. Zhen is still waiting for us.
Qin Zhen could now walk short distances independently; he was gradually recovering.
When Wei Jiuâer and Ling Bingâer returned, they saw Qin Zhen exercising on his own. They hurried over to support him. âBe careful. Wait for me to come back before you exercise again. What if you fall?â
However, when Wei Jiuâerâs hand touched Qin Zhenâs arm, he instinctively wanted to pull away, but he restrained himself. Lately, he had been resisting
Wei Jiuâerâs touch. Perhaps it was because he had realized his feelings for Shen Qingyue. He knew it was wrong, but he could not help it. He looked at Wei Jiuâer and thought of Shen Qingyue.
Wei Jiuâer did not notice Qin Zhenâs resistance. She helped him sit on the edge of the bed and took the steaming porridge from Ling Bingâer. âI heard this place makes good porridge. Try itâ¦â She was about to feed Qin Zhen.
Qin Zhen reached for the porridge. âIâll eat by myself. My hand is much better now; I need to exercise.â
A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in Wei Jiuâerâs eyes. Even though Qin Zhenâs response was slow, he could still sense Qin Zhenâs resistance. Perhaps Qin Zhen did not realize it, but the way he looked at her now was just like how he used to look at Shen Qingyueâimpatient. Wei Jiuâer clenched her teeth and forced a faint smile. âYouâre right. But if your hand hurts, let me help.â
Ling Bingâer could not understand these dynamics and interjected, âBrother, guess who we ran into at the breakfast shop?â
Qin Zhen casually asked, âWho?â
âShen Qingyue! She bought breakfast too. I thought she was bringing it for you, so I asked her, and she wanted to knock my teeth outâ¦â
Qin Zhen cast her a sideways glance, cutting her off. âDidnât I tell you not to provoke her? You did something foolish again, didnât you? Do you think I would believe Shen Qingyue would threaten to knock your teeth out for no reason?â
Ling Bingâer choked, silenced by Qin Zhenâs sternness, cursing Shen Qingyue under her breath.
Qin Zhen asked again, âWho is she here to see?â
Ling Bingâer grumbled, âHow would I know?â
Qin Zhen set down his bowl of porridge and took out his phone. Han Xu had told him last night that Tong Jia had been taken away by people working for Chi Ming, and he asked Qin Zhen to keep an eye out and notify him immediately if they found her.
So, it was certain that Tong Jia was hurt, and Shen Qingyue came to the hospital today⦠He shared the information with Han Xu, leaving the rest to them.
Shen Qingyue arrived at Chi Mingâs ward and noticed a few people waiting outside. She asked, âZhang Jianci, why are you here too?â
âArenât we afraid someone might harm Brother Ming? Heâs injured now, and heâs vulnerable. Naturally, he needs careful attentionâ¦â Since Chi Ming could not hear, Zhang Jianci started babbling. Then he sniffed, âOh, is that dim sum? Smells great.â
Shen Qingyue opened the bag containing the breakfast and offered it to Zhang Jianci, âWant to try?â
âWe havenât eaten yetâ¦â Zhang Jianci began to reach out, but suddenly felt a cold, piercing gaze from inside the ward! This hospital was terrible. Why did the door have a window? He quickly retracted his hand, âForget it, Iâm not a fan of thisâ¦
Shen Qingyue thought he was just being polite, âYou said you were hungry, didnât you? Please, have some.â
Zhang Jianci shook his head vigorously, like a bobblehead, âNo, you go in quickly.â His Brother Mingâs gaze felt like it could pierce through him! It was almost like X-rays.
Shen Qingyue did not insist further. She entered the ward with the breakfast in hand. Placing it on the table, she asked Chi Ming, âIs the wound still hurting?â
Chi Mingâs lips were slightly pale. He was already the cold and reserved type, and now, with a touch of illness, he seemed oddly fragile. He said softly, âNo.â Sitting up, he supported himself, and Shen Qingyue naturally helped him prop a pillow behind him. She had been injured before and knew how painful such wounds could be. But apart from inquiring about this, she didnât know what else to say.
She unpacked the breakfast and said while arranging the utensils, âIn the future, if you get hurt, make sure to get it treated promptly. If it gets infected, it can become serious.â n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Chi Mingâs lips curved slightly, âSince you care so much about me, Iâll listen to you.â
Shen Qingyue resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him, âIâm just giving you some advice. Whether you listen or not is up to you. In the end, it wonât be me who suffers the most discomfort!â
Seeing he had yielded, Chi Ming looked at the porridge in front of him and casually asked, âWhich bowl doesnât have sugar?â