Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me
Chapter 100: V10: This damned man! He’s starting to flirt with her again!

Chapter 100: V10: This damned man! He’s starting to flirt with her again!

Many years later, whether Yu Yuanshen forgot that scene or not is unknown.

He only knows that at this moment, watching the scene in front of him, his brown eyes narrowed as he followed.

Hospital.

By the time Qin Nuo and Jiang Yuan hurried over, Gu Zixuan had already been examined by the doctor.

Feng Chengjin hadn’t waited for them and took a cab to the hospital first.

After taking the X-ray, the doctor said there was no problem with the bones; it just needed a few more days of rest, more ice packs, and no high heels for the time being.

Yet Feng Chengjin still hadn’t recovered from his self-blame.

Without a word, he insisted on having Gu Zixuan hospitalized and even asked Qin Nuo to go buy two pairs of flat shoes.

Because it’s a private hospital, the foreign medical approach is very clear: I’ve told you the situation, whether you recuperate at home or pay to stay here, that’s your choice.

Of course, if you choose to stay here, we’ll provide you the best service.

Staying in the enormous private room with a single bed, Gu Zixuan sat on the only hospital bed, watching as Feng Chengjin inspected the sheets and covers, asking them to bring another cleaner set, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"It’s just a sprained ankle, no need for all this."

Feng Chengjin didn’t answer, just focused on Gu Zixuan’s ankle, now not just swollen but bruised purple and black, resembling a steamed bun, while peeling an apple, saying, "You have to stay lying down these two days, if you want to go to the toilet or anything else, have Jiang Yuan help you. I’m going to discuss business tomorrow, if I’m not here and you move around on your own and sprain it again, remember to call a doctor immediately. Don’t wear high heels for three months after returning to China."

Upon hearing this, Gu Zixuan’s heart trembled slightly, with an indescribable feeling of being moved.

"There’s really no need..."

She turned her head, her voice very gentle.

Feng Chengjin pressed his lips, glanced at her, handed the peeled apple to her palm, then got up to wash his hands in the bathroom.

Outside, Jiang Yuan stepped forward, adjusting the incline of Gu Zixuan’s bed while checking her injury, whispering, "It really is very swollen, better to stay in the hospital for observation, otherwise President Feng will certainly blame himself."

Hearing this, Gu Zixuan’s lips trembled slightly, gazed toward the bathroom and said no more, sighing softly, "Alright."

In the bathroom, Feng Chengjin listened to the conversation outside, old memories suddenly surfacing in his mind.

"She fell quite badly, the ligament sprain on her left ankle is very obvious, one ligament even shows signs of tearing; it’s recommended to properly recuperate, otherwise there might be intermittent issues in the future, causing synovitis, fluid accumulation, and other issues which will be very difficult to handle, especially the ligaments. If there’s another severe sprain causing a tear, surgery would be needed."

Feng Chengjin didn’t speak.

Pausing, he thought of her saying, "He said he would always be good to me, not let me suffer, remember?"

Finally, he looked at the earlier X-rays, showing obvious signs of incomplete healing.

He frustratedly slapped the flowing water, turned off the faucet.

His panting appearance startled Jiang Yuan, who was about to enter the bathroom to soak a towel for Gu Zixuan to wipe her hands later.

Feng Chengjin was momentarily stunned, then composed himself, and squeezed past her to leave.

That cold demeanor was a side of him Jiang Yuan had never seen before. Watching this man, who was usually meticulous, now leaving the faucet dripping water, her heart trembled. fr.e ewe.bno.vel .com

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Returning to Gu Zixuan’s bedside, she was already on an IV of antibiotics at Feng Chengjin’s behest.

Looking at the man who was making a fuss over such a small matter, Gu Zixuan couldn’t help but smile, "Your sister must be well looked after by you, huh?"

Feng Chengjin paused, took a pillow and placed it behind her for more comfort, his dark eyes deepening, "Is that so?"

Gu Zixuan curled her lips, "How not? The first time I met you, I saw how you indulged her in everything from daily life to shopping. And, from a woman’s intuition, you seem to be quite good at taking care of people. If not because you had a girlfriend before, having learned from that, it must be because you have a sister."

On this point, Feng Chengjin did not deny it.

Since childhood, his parents were busy with work, and his elder brother and sister were focused on studying. At that time, both his elder brother and sister were preparing for exams, leaving only him, a middle school student, and Feng Chengyue, who was just four, barely weaned.

With no one to play with Feng Chengyue, she clung to him daily. .com

He didn’t know how many French vocabulary words he memorized that year, but he could recite the full Barbie Princess series storybooks.

Upon hearing this, Feng Chengjin’s dark eyes deepened, "Is that a compliment?"

Remembering what happened after the last panel discussion, Gu Zixuan suddenly burst into laughter, "Yes, a compliment."

Receiving the affirmation, Feng Chengjin chuckled lightly, and as he pulled up the thin air-conditioning blanket for her, a mischievous spark suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Whispering in her ear, he said softly, "Then why did you reject me before, saying I was too old, and not marrying me? Regret it now?"

Feng Chengjin laughed and stood up to leave after speaking.

Ah!

Gu Zixuan stared at his back, feeling the closeness from earlier that allowed her to smell his clean breath.

Suddenly, her face turned red.

That damned man! He’s flirting with her again!

Just then, a nurse came over to hand her the payment slip.

With Qin Nuo not around, Feng Chengjin rolled up his sleeves and started checking the names of the medications prescribed.

Scanning his flawless, scarless forearm, Gu Zixuan couldn’t help but purse her lips and turn away.

This man, why does he always seem uncomfortable with his attire!

...

United States, at Song Ximing’s home.

He Qimo, with rolled-up sleeves, was starting on his dinner.

The eating habits of Americans are indeed different from Chinese, but fortunately, Song Ximing’s wife Jennifer learned a few Chinese dishes for Song Ximing. Although the taste was average, at least they weren’t eating turkey or cheese.

Across the table, the mixed-race baby Ann was eating cola chicken wings, thoroughly intrigued by the occasional Chinese meal.

With a mouth full of sauce, Ann couldn’t help but keep looking at He Qimo.

Until she stared at the clear knife scar on his left arm and asked her dad, "Daddy, what’s wrong with Uncle He’s arm?"

He Qimo stiffened slightly.

Song Ximing’s expression tightened a bit, touching Ann’s hair, he said, "Uncle He has been injured once, but Ann, it’s impolite to stare at someone’s scar and such."

"Oh, okay." Ann obediently lowered her head.

Yet she was still full of interest in He Qimo, who was chillingly cold.

After dinner, when Song Ximing went to make evening tea and Jennifer was washing dishes, Ann couldn’t resist moving close to He Qimo, staring at his scar, and asked, "Uncle, are you with the Marine Corps?"

He Qimo paused, realizing this kid might be a little military enthusiast and possibly misunderstood something, smilingly shook his head, "Sorry, I’m not, but I once wished to serve in the military."

"Really?" Ann’s eyes sparkled, instantly sitting beside He Qimo, "My dream when I grow up is to become a member of the Marine Corps, executing missions with the troops, flying planes, driving tanks, oh, that’s just awesome!"

He Qimo nodded in agreement, "That is very cool, but if you really want to be a soldier, at the very least, you should start eating well now, don’t be picky, or else when you grow up without a strong physique, you won’t be able to meet the recruitment requirements."

Thinking of her severe pickiness during dinner, despite her mother’s several attempts at persuasion, Ann blushed.

At this moment, Song Ximing came over with the teapot, seeing He Qimo happily chatting with Ann, his eyebrows deepened.

Ann, understanding manners, knew her dad was there to discuss matters, so she waved her little hand at He Qimo and dashed away swiftly.

"Uncle He, let’s chat later, come to my room, I have lots of toy soldiers!"

Her obedient demeanor made He Qimo’s gaze follow her departure for a long time.

Until bringing it back, facing Song Ximing’s profound gaze, Mo Tong glanced around.

Picking up the Western-style tea in front of him and took a sip.

But Song Ximing looked at him for a while before saying, "I thought you were in love with Zixuan for ten years, married for eight years, and you both liked kids, how come you don’t have children."

He Qimo said nothing.

Song Ximing said, "Still can’t let go?"

"If it were you, could you?" He Qimo coldly retorted, with an extremely profound mockery.

Leaving Song Ximing speechless.

After a long pause, thinking about his intention of visiting, Song Ximing shook his head, "I know you love her, so I think you shouldn’t continue to be cold towards her like this. With what happened this time, you should have a warning, even if she loves you again, time will smooth many things out, isn’t just living well more important than anything else?"

He Qimo said nothing, his lowered contemplation filled with repressed cold light.

Song Ximing: "Let go of the hatred, I don’t think the path you’re taking now is correct. Possibly in the end result, you do prove something, but I don’t think Zixuan will insist until that time to wait for an answer from you. For instance, this time, she disappeared, the world is so big, you have no idea where she went, right?"