Shen Jingjue trembled all over!
They were once husband and wife, but he didn't expect that she would now be at war with him.
This sharp butterfly knife had not even scratched his skin, but it had pierced his heart.
"The last person I greeted like this was Huo Ruxi. But he already knew how to stay away from me."
Tang Qiaoer tilted her head, her beautiful eyes so cold and heartless, "I think Mr. Shen, you think you are noble, so you don't need me to stab a knife into your kidney before you understand what's going on, right?"
"What good is he...?" Shen Jingjue ignored her threat and asked dumbly.
"What did you say?" She was stunned for a moment.
"Xie Jinhuan...what's good about him?" Shen Jingjue's eyes were red as he approached her step by step.
Even if he knew exactly what was pressing against his chest, even if he knew that this little woman was ruthless and capable of doing anything, he still couldn't care less.
"Shen Jingjue, get out of here!"
Tang Qiaoer's almond-shaped eyes were wide and she was holding on to the earth, and she stepped back step by step. The butterfly knife pressed against his chest did not flinch at all, "Do you think I don't dare to do something to you?!"
"Why do you insist on being with him? Just to... take revenge on me?"
Shen Jingjue stared at her deeply, his voice was trembling and hoarse, and he didn't feel at all that the tip of the knife had pierced his suit and really penetrated his texture.
"If I'm not with him, why should I be with you? Why are you so angry?"
Tang Qiaoer found it ridiculous, "Besides, it's not like I haven't been with you for three years. Didn't you drive me away yourself?"
It’s so heart-breaking every word, Tang Qiaoer.
Shen Jingjue took a deep breath, and the pain in his chest felt like it had taken root, spreading to all the nerves in his body.
However, what she said was true. It was cruel and made him powerless.
"Qiao Qiao!"
Tang Qiaoer's heart tightened, and she quickly turned her eyes and saw Xie Jinhuan standing a few steps away, waiting for her anxiously.
"Qiaoqiao, you are still feeling uncomfortable. Let me take you to the hospital, okay?" Xie Jinhuan's gentle eyes were filled with worry, and he stretched out his hand to her.
Instead of playing the boring wife-stealing game with Shen Jingjue in front of Tang Qiaoer, he changed to another strategy.
Care about her, protect her, know the cold and the hot.
Let her know who loves her the most.
"Okay. Come right now."
Tang Qiao'er retracted the butterfly knife with nimble fingers and walked towards Xie Jinhuan without looking back, as if she had already made a choice between him and him.
It is self-evident who is the abandoned one.
Shen Jingjue's whole body was frozen there, which was sad and ridiculous.
Tang Qiaoer walked up to Xie Jinhuan and did not let him hold her hand. She only said in a gentle tone: "Let's go."
Xie Jinhuan's fingertips trembled slightly and he retracted his hand, "Okay."
The two stood side by side, like a couple, and left in a majestic manner under the man's sad and embarrassed eyes.
It wasn't until the corridor was empty that Shen Jingjue slowly raised his hand and covered the wound where he couldn't feel the pain, with a painful look in his eyes.
"Tang Qiaoer, I just want you... to see me."
*
Xie Jinhuan took Tang Qiaoer to the hospital quickly.
When she arrived at the door of the hospital, she was in too much pain to get out of the car. She covered her abdomen with all her strength, her mind went blank, and her delicate and beautiful face was bloodless.
She has always had a bad stomach, which was caused by being hungry and full during the war when she was working as Doctors Without Borders.
"Mr. Xie! I'll get the wheelchair right away!" The secretary was sweating profusely.
"No, I'll do it."
Xie Jinhuan got out of the car first, leaned over and took Tang Qiaoer out of the car, and strode towards the hospital.
"It hurts...it hurts..." Tang Qiaoer panted slightly and leaned against him weakly.
"Qiaoqiao, you told me last time not to let me hug you casually."
Xie Jinhuan hugged her soft and delicate body tightly, as if she wanted to embed it into his chest, "But you have to do it, Qiaoqiao... don't blame me, okay?"
The tone of voice was extremely gentle, with a hint of coaxing.
The secretary next to him was dumbfounded and his views were shattered!
Mr. Xie, who is cold-blooded and unfeeling, when did he become so gentle to a woman that he was so submissive to her?
The thousand-year-old iron tree has blossomed for this Miss Tang. If she doesn't marry Mr. Xie, there will be no way it will end!
...
After struggling until late at night, Tang Qiaoer finally got an intravenous drip and fell asleep lying on the hospital bed.
Perhaps due to her childhood friendship and lack of physical strength, she had always been wary of unfamiliar men, but this time she rarely relaxed and allowed Xie Jinhuan to stay with her.
