CHAPTER 177: CHAPTER 177: TURNING THE TABLES

After taking care of Jiang Zhixun’s meal, Shen Qingqing poured him some water and wrung a wet towel for him to wash his hands.

This time, the man was very obedient and cooperative, no longer pretending to be pitiful on purpose.

Which made Shen Qingqing frequently look at Jiang Zhixun’s expression, trying to peek into his true thoughts.

"What are you looking at?"

Shen Qingqing was surprised and uncertainly asked, "Are your eyes better?"

Jiang Zhixun shook his head.

"Then how did you know..."

The man answered proudly, "By instinct."

Every time Qingqing’s gaze fell on him, his body would tense up, and his heart would beat faster.

Even without seeing it, he could sense it clearly.

Shen Qingqing, being sensitive to gazes herself, did not doubt that Jiang Zhixun was making things up.

She calmly withdrew her gaze, "What treatment do you need later? Do you need to take medicine?"

"Yes, I need to take medication and receive rehabilitation treatment."

Whenever Shen Qingqing asked, Jiang Zhixun would answer, obedient like a little student.

The contrast with his usually annoying behavior was so stark that Shen Qingqing wasn’t used to it for a moment.

"What medicine do you need to take now?"

Jiang Zhixun listed the names of the medicines, exactly the ones on the cabinet, not missing a single one.

Shen Qingqing, being cautious, still went to the doctor’s office to confirm.

Jiang Zhixun laughed and cried, "It’s my own body; would I harm myself?"

Shen Qingqing: "Who knows? Maybe you’re out of your mind and want to hurt yourself."

Being scolded, Jiang Zhixun grumbled, "I’m the patient! Watch your words!"

Shen Qingqing coolly retorted, "So?"

The man looked at her pitifully, "Can you be a bit gentler with me?"

Shen Qingqing felt she was already being very gentle.

Anyone else wouldn’t be tending to a sick ex-husband!

She coldly said, "Don’t push your luck."

She placed the pills into his palm, then stuffed a cup of water into his other hand, "Take them!"

When Jiang Zhixun moved his hand, two small pills slipped through his fingers.

Not noticing, he threw the pills into his mouth and swallowed them down with warm water.

Shen Qingqing, helpless, picked up the small pills from the bed and directly pushed them into Jiang Zhixun’s mouth.

The man was a bit dazed, instinctively biting the soft fingertips.

Then, he used his teeth to grind a bit, as if to discern what Shen Qingqing had stuffed him with.

"Jiang Zhixun!"

Shen Qingqing’s face flushed red; a hot blush rose up as if she were about to catch fire.

She tried to withdraw her hand, but since he had it clenched, she couldn’t pull it back unless she wanted to scrape the skin.

The posture was too intimate, giving Shen Qingqing the impulse to faint.

Her chest heaved, and her breathing became erratic.

"Let go already!"

Realizing he was holding Shen Qingqing’s finger, Jiang Zhixun became sluggish.

His mind was muddled.

His teeth stopped biting.

But his lips tightened slightly.

As if holding onto some treasure he was unwilling to let go.

Shen Qingqing was really about to go mad, especially when she felt something lick her fingertip.

Her face instantly turned the deepest red.

She couldn’t care about anything else, yanking her hand back.

She wiped it repeatedly with a tissue, throwing it at Jiang Zhixun in irritation, "Are you sick?"

The light tissue drifted down onto his chest, not even enough to tickle.

Even with his swift reflexes, Jiang Zhixun, although unable to see, caught the falling tissue accurately, guided by his body’s instinctive response.

He furrowed his brow, his face full of bewilderment.

A few seconds later, he realized she must have used the tissue to wipe her hand.

He swallowed the pill in his mouth dry and placed the water cup on the bedside table nearby.

Then carefully explained, "I can’t see, so I didn’t know what you put, that’s why..."

"Shut up!"

"Oh."

The man obediently closed his mouth.

But the smile in his eyes was a giveaway, as he leaned back against the pillow, seeming at ease, his long fingers brushing his lips, as if savoring something.

Even though he lay on the hospital bed, his presence was no less intimidating.

Just a single expression was enough to make Shen Qingqing’s heart tighten.

She scolded him rudely, "Pervert!"

The blush on Shen Qingqing’s face quickly spread, even her ears and neck turned crimson.

Even if he couldn’t see, Jiang Zhixun could imagine her current state.

From her teenage years, she was an easily embarrassed girl.

He somehow felt a hint of regret, wishing he could see what Qingqing looked like right now.

With that thought, a blurry silhouette suddenly appeared in his vision.

Her outline was soft, hazy in the morning light, not very clear.

But her vivid expression reached straight into his heart.

Jiang Zhixun reached out and accurately caught Shen Qingqing’s wrist.

Wanting to tease her, asking if she needed more wiping, but then his vision suddenly blackened again.

Jiang Zhixun’s expression froze for a moment, a flash of disappointment passed through his eyes.

But he quickly returned to normal.

He let go of Shen Qingqing’s hand, saying vaguely, "It’s bitter, I need some water."

Shen Qingqing’s mood paused as she glared at him.

She shoved the cup back into his hand, "Drink, Father!"

The unexpected term made Jiang Zhixun choke, leading to a violent cough.

The cup in his hand wobbled, water droplets spilling onto the bed.

Shen Qingqing, quick-handed, supported him, not daring to scold him further in fear of agitating the situation.

After coughing for a while, Jiang Zhixun finally calmed down.

His face bore an unusual flush, clearly a sign of emotional turmoil.

Shen Qingqing silently reminded herself: He’s a patient.

He mustn’t get too emotional!

She handed the water to Jiang Zhixun, softening her tone, "Do you want more?"

Jiang Zhixun took it, took a sip, then eased the foreign sensation in his throat.

He spoke gruffly, "Don’t say such unsettling things from now on."

Shen Qingqing smiled coolly, "Mr. Jiang’s ability to turn things around is getting better every day."

If he hadn’t suddenly acted so ambiguously, she wouldn’t have lost her temper.

Jiang Zhixun awkwardly averted his eyes, realizing he couldn’t see, he awkwardly turned back.

Though his reasoning was flawed, his stance was firm.

"I can’t see, so I can only perceive things differently. Miss Shen, you should understand, right?"

Shen Qingqing’s expression nearly cracked, she squeezed out a sentence through clenched teeth.

"Your method is quite unique."

He could have just let go, yet he insisted on...

Recalling the scene just now, the heat on Shen Qingqing’s face flared again.

She waved her hand to cool herself, trying to dispel the heat from her face.

Upon seeing her fingers, she noticed a shallow bite mark.

The ambiguous scene lingered in her mind liminally.

Momentarily, even foreign scenes appeared.

Of Jiang Zhixun fiercely kissing her.

And in the bathroom, with not a single piece of clothing on her body, being held naked in his embrace.

Shen Qingqing didn’t know if that was her imagination or if it truly happened in the past.

She quickly shook her head, trying to banish the inappropriate scenes from her mind.

Coincidentally, Jiang Zhixun also recalled intimate scenes from years ago.

He thought, what’s biting a finger?

He’s kissed before!

A deep, passionate kiss!

As he thought, an inner heat surged, Jiang Zhixun awkwardly tugged at the covers, avoiding further discussion of the topic.

Instead, he said, "There’s a rehabilitation session later, with doctors around, you can tend to your own matters."

Shen Qingqing hadn’t brought her work, so she just sat on the chair waiting for the doctor.

She didn’t speak to Jiang Zhixun.

If not for the lingering scent of her perfume in the air, Jiang Zhixun would have thought she had already left.