Chapter 185 - 185 185 Are you hiding something from me (1)_1

Chapter 185: 185, Are you hiding something from me (1)_1 Chapter 185: 185, Are you hiding something from me (1)_1 Rhee lifted his gaze at Song Xirou, who was sitting across from him, a hint of curiosity in his beautiful eyes. Although Song Xirou had bravely offered herself as a hostage on the hillside, Rhee always felt something was off, but couldn’t put it into words.

“Master, someone has sent a package. They said it’s for Miss Jian.” The butler walked in, carrying a shopping bag in his hand.

Quan Yifei recognized the shopping bag in her hand at a glance. It bore the logo of the March Boutique.

“Give it to me; it should be Jian Qing’s clothes.” She stood up and took the bag from the butler.

“Eh, isn’t this a March Boutique bag?” Song Xirou glanced at the shopping bag in Quan Yifei’s hand and asked softly.

Most of the wealthy, high-society ladies in Beijing would have heard of the March Boutique. As far as she knew, they didn’t offer home delivery.

Furthermore, the clothes from the March Boutique could not be bought simply with money. Could they have been bought by Jingwu for Jian Qing?

Quan Yifei, “Xirou, do you also like March boutique’s designs?”

“Yes.” Song Xirou looked a bit regretful. “The designs from March are too limited. I often can’t buy everything I like. And, I remember that March Boutique doesn’t offer home delivery services.”

Quan Yifei laughed, “Of course, the special treatment is only for Jian Qing.”

Song Xirou’s eyes dimmed slightly, and she squeezed out a forced smile.

“Why haven’t Little Qingqing and Jingwu come back yet? Ahao, maybe you should call and ask.” It’s been an hour already. Rhee was growing anxious at Jian Qing’s absence.

Quan Hao wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder, “Don’t worry, with Jingwu around, the police won’t delay things too long.”

Rhee furrowed her eyebrows, “Then, I will go to the kitchen and ask them to cook some soup for Little Qingqing.”

Without anything to keep herself occupied, she was too restless to sit still.

“Rhee, I’ll handle it. Why don’t you go back to your room and freshen up?” Quan Hao got up, gently reached out a hand to stop her and suggested softly.

He knew Rhee was genuinely scared today, so until Jian Qing comes back, she wouldn’t be able to fully calm down.

After some thought, Rhee nodded, “Alright. Just remember to get the kitchen staff to prepare the soup. I’ll check on it later.”

“Okay.” Quan Hao’s expressionless face softened a bit, affirming with a smile.

It wasn’t long after Rhee went upstairs that Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing returned. The servants were quite taken aback to see the bloodstains on Jian Qing’s clothes, casting curious glances at her.

“Jian Qing, how did it go? Did anyone from the police station give you trouble?” Quan Yifei sprung up from the couch, quickly approaching Jian Qing.

Jian Qing shook her head gently, extending a polite greeting to the old master and others.

“Jian Qing, I have to thank you today,” Quan Hao said with solemn sincerity.

If it wasn’t for Jian Qing, he may have never seen Rhee again, a thought too terrible to contemplate.

Jian Qing smiled faintly, “Uncle, there’s no need for formalities.”

“Dad, I’ll take Little Qingqing upstairs to freshen up.” Quan Jingwu spoke up, leading Jian Qing upstairs.

“Wait.” Quan Yifei turned around to pick the shopping bag on the couch and handed it to Jian Qing. “Jian Qing, someone just dropped off a package for you.”

Quan Jingwu reached out and snatched the bag before her, lazily leading Jian Qing upstairs.

As they disappeared into the staircase, Song Xirou’s bottled-up anger and jealousy threatened to consume her.

Did he take her upstairs so that they could be alone? How far had their relationship developed during her absence? Could Jian Qing now freely enter his room – a place off-limits to everyone else?

Why? Why was it so? After a painstaking wait of three years and countless sacrifices, it was utterly merciless of fate to torment her in such a way…

Once they returned to their room, Jian Qing took the shopping bag and went straight into the bathroom while Quan Jingwu grabbed a set of clothes and went to clean up in the guest room next door.

In the bathroom, Jian Qing took off her coat to reveal a bloody wound from her right elbow downwards. Her fair and delicate skin had been grazed, with sand and stones mixed with blood embedded in the wound. It was a horrifying sight.

She turned the faucet, washing the wound directly. Pain seeped from the wound, causing her arm to feel a bit numb.

After cleaning the wound thoroughly, Jian Qing didn’t rush to apply any medicine. Instead, she took off the dirty clothes she had been wearing.

A few bruises on her slender, pale legs were very obvious. It looked like she’d have to wear long pants for a few days now.

Jian Qing couldn’t help but give a wry smile, and started cleaning herself up.

With an injured hand, the clean-up process was much slower than usual. Nearly half an hour later, Jian Qing finally finished washing up.

Clad in a loose black leisure suit that concealed all her wounds, she casually wiped her hair dry and tossed the towel aside.

She then fetched a black pouch from the shopping bag, opened it to find bandages, and a small bottle of iodine.

Jian Qing rolled up her sleeve, unscrewed the lid from the iodine bottle, and directly poured it on the wound, showing no signs of pain. If you didn’t know any better, you might think she was merely pouring water.

After disinfecting the wound lightly, she skillfully started bandaging her wound.

“Knock, Knock-

“Little Qingqing, are you done yet?” Outside the door, Quan Jingwu’s voice started, making Jian Qing jump.

She hastily lowered her clothes sleeve while tidying up and replied, “Not yet, wait a moment.”

On the other side of the door, Quan Jingwu’s eyes darkened. He withdrew his hand from the knob, turned around, and sat down on the couch nearby.

Shortly after, Jian Qing emerged from the bathroom. Seeing him sitting on the couch, her eyes flickered slightly.

“Come here!”

There was a hairdryer next to Quan Jingwu. He patted the space next to him.

Jian Qing walked over slowly, reaching for the hairdryer, “I can dry my hair by myself today.”

She had iodine on her hand; although the smell was not strong, it might not escape his notice. To play it safe, she might as well keep some distance from him.

“Oh?” Quan Jingwu held her hand, noting her clothing, his thin lips pressed tightly.

Jian Qing chuckled, “I’m hungry. Could you go downstairs and get me something to eat?”

Quan Jingwu’s deep eyes instantly darkened. In the blink of an eye, Jian Qing was drawn into his embrace, sitting snugly on his lap.

“Hey, Xiaojing, my hair is still dripping.” Jian Qing rested against his chest, attempting to stand up.

He caught a whiff of a faint scent, his face instantly turned icy. He kept a firm hold around her waist, keeping her locked in his arms.

“Little Qingqing, are you hiding something from me?” Quan Jingwu asked, annoyance seeping into his voice.

The smile on Jian Qing’s lips stiffened. She floundered, “Not at all!”