"I'm not gentle, so what can you do about it?"

The man sighed, "There's really nothing I can do. It's my own wife, I have to indulge and spoil her even if it hurts."

Qiao Wanwan's heart fluttered, but she still said with disdain, "Who cares if you indulge me or spoil me?"

"Wanwan." The man suddenly grasped her hand. "It's me who cherishes you. I want to stay by your side. I can't live without you. Let's not get a divorce, okay?"

Qiao Wanwan's nose tingled. She didn't think of herself as someone who was easily swayed by emotions. On the contrary, once she made up her mind, she wouldn't easily turn back. Xiang Yang had once told her that once she made up her mind, not even ten oxen could pull her back.

But now, she admits that she has softened her heart.

Perhaps she had calmed down a bit in the past two days, or perhaps she had remembered too many good things about Zhan Jingting.

Zhan Jingting took the hairdryer from her hand and turned it off. He pulled the girl's hand and made her sit on his lap. "Wanwan, I know I was wrong. You can hit me or scold me, just don't ignore me, okay?"

"Do you really think we can pretend that what happened before never happened?" Qiao Wanwan said sullenly. "Like that blanket, even if the stains can be cleaned, the little hole that was snagged is still there."

"How will you know the tear can't be repaired if you don't try?" Zhan Jingting hugged her tightly. "Wanwan, give me a chance."

Qiao Wanwan's mind was still in turmoil, but for some reason, she seemed much calmer than she had been a few days ago.

I'm hungry.

"Then let's eat first."

"Um."

The man then released her.

Qiao Wanwan looked at his messy hair and couldn't help but laugh. She went to get a comb and helped him comb it before sitting down to eat together.

Zhan Jingting put food on her plate, saying, "Eat more, you've lost weight."

Qiao Wanwan pouted, "It's all because of you."

"Then I'll feed you every day and try to fatten you up."

"No way."

Lunch was fairly pleasant, but after the meal, someone shamelessly insisted on staying for an afternoon nap.

"Are you crazy? I'm so small, why are you squeezing in with me here?"

"Then come home with me."

"Zhan Jingting, don't push your luck. I haven't forgiven you yet."

"When will you forgive me?"

Qiao Wanwan thought for a moment, "It depends on your performance."

"Then I'll go back first, and come have dinner with you tonight."

"It depends on my mood."

The man took her hand, kissed it, and said, "Good afternoon, Madam Zhan."

"Get out of here." Qiao Wanwan saw him out, then closed the door behind her, a smile unconsciously spreading across her face.

She wasn't sleepy, so she lay in bed and sent Qiao Zhan a text message: "Qiao Zhan, I'm giving you a few days off. Go abroad and win your wife back. It's not easy for two people to get together and get married."

[Miss Qiao, are you in a good mood today? Have you made up with your husband?]

No, I just thought about it seriously all night last night, so I'm not as angry anymore.

Would you give your husband a chance?

I've already given him the money; I even let him have lunch with me just now.

This is a good thing; it seems that if he keeps trying, you'll forgive him.

Let's see how he performs.

"Miss Qiao, I need to take leave to try and win back my wife."

Okay, I wish you all the best.

I appreciate your kind words.

......

Qiao Wanwan put away her phone and cleaned her little apartment again, making it look tidier and improving her mood.

Before she knew it, it was evening. Qiao Wanwan was a little hungry. She originally wanted to cook something for herself, but remembering what Zhan Jingting had said, she called him instead.

"Wanwan." The man answered quickly, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Wanwan said calmly, "It's raining heavily outside, so don't come to dinner with me tonight."

"Okay." The man readily agreed, and the next second, a muffled groan came from the other end of the phone.

"Zhan Jingting, what's wrong?" Qiao Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. "Are you having a relapse?"

"I'm fine," came the man's suppressed voice. "Eat your meal and go to bed early. Lock the door tonight."

"Just bear with me, I'll be right back!"

Qiao Wanwan hurriedly went out to hail a taxi and rushed back to the villa.

As soon as they reached the master bedroom door, they heard Zhan Jingting's painful roar coming from inside!

Qiao Wanwan rushed in and saw the man lying on the bed and Jiang Dong and two doctors standing helplessly to the side.

"Zhan Jingting!" Qiao Wanwan rushed forward, looking at the man's handsome but pale face, "How are you?"

"Wanwan..." The man's forehead veins throbbed, and cold sweat almost soaked the pillow. "I've been obedient, I've been enduring it..."

Qiao Wanwan's tears welled up instantly. "Don't say anything, I'll give you acupuncture!"

"Madam." Jiang Dong handed over the silver needles.

Qiao Wanwan took a deep breath, remained calm, and inserted needles into the acupoints on the man's head.

After more than ten minutes, the man's complexion gradually returned to normal, and the cold sweat stopped.

Qiao Wanwan took Zhan Jingting's pulse and frowned, saying, "You didn't get enough rest?"

"How can I sleep well if you want a divorce?" the man retorted.

Qiao Wanwan: "......"

"Zhan Jingting, no matter what, you can't joke around with your health."

"Without you by my side, my life has no meaning."

"Zhan Jingting, you're not allowed to say such things!" Qiao Wanwan said angrily. "Don't think that I'll soften just because you're belittling yourself. I won't fall for that!"

"I was wrong," the man immediately apologized.

"Never mind." Qiao Wanwan took a towel and wiped his face. "You should get some sleep."

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