Chapter 63 It's better to help me wash than to indulge your arrogance.
When Xie Qingci and Lin Lexin rushed to the hospital, the Lin family's housekeeper came out to greet them.
Lin Lexin hadn't quite grasped the situation yet and anxiously asked, "What happened? How is it now?"
The housekeeper was about to answer when she interrupted him, "Never mind, we're already here, let's go see for ourselves."
After saying that, he took Xie Qingci's hand and comforted her, "It should be nothing serious, otherwise your uncle and aunt would have contacted you."
Xie Qingci called Liang Jingzhuo on her way here, but he didn't answer until the call automatically ended.
Her heart, which had been pounding in her chest, plummeted to the bottom for a moment, and calling Lu Li yielded the same result.
My mind was wandering, and I was led by Lin Lexin. The incandescent lights in the hospital corridor seemed to blur at the edge of my vision, making my brain feel a little dizzy.
Lu Li stood in front of the emergency room door, holding several reports in his hand. Hearing footsteps, he turned around and looked over, his expression momentarily surprised. He then took a few steps forward to greet her, "Miss Qingci, you... what brings you here?"
Having run quickly, her breathing a little unsteady, Xie Qingci held her breath and asked, "Where is Liang Jingzhuo?"
Even she herself didn't realize that her voice was trembling involuntarily when she spoke.
Lu Li turned his head and glanced at the door of the dressing room behind him, "President Liang, he..."
Before she could finish speaking, Xie Qingci lifted her foot and walked over there.
The edges of my vision seemed to be swaying, my heart was pounding in my chest, and even my breathing became exceptionally clear.
Liang Yun stood by the examination bed, watching Liang Jingzhuo sitting on the edge waiting for the nurse to finish treating his wound. When she saw him glance to the side, she asked him, "What are you looking for?"
With his left hand resting on the dressing table, unable to move freely, he replied, "My cell phone."
The situation was a bit chaotic just now, and he forgot to grab his phone, so he doesn't know where he put it now.
Liang Yun glanced at the wound treatment, seemingly displeased with his attitude of not forgetting work even when injured, and frowned slightly, "He should be with Lu Li, he'll let you know if anything comes up."
Liang Yun rushed to the hospital tonight because her long-time nanny suddenly developed gastroenteritis. After all, the nanny had been with her since before she got married. After finishing all the chores, she saw Liang Jingzhuo in the emergency room accompanied by Lu Li.
Upon closer inspection, she was shocked to see her left hand, wrapped in gauze, covered in blood. Without even asking for details, she rushed over to have X-rays taken and treat the wound.
Liang Jingzhuo casually replied, "It's not work. Xie Qingci is out with Lexin tonight, and I told her I'd go pick her up."
I don't know what time it is now, and I'm worried that I won't be able to contact him after she finishes.
Liang Yun glanced at the door, preparing to go out and call for help. "Don't worry, I've already spoken to Le Xin, they should be here by now."
After speaking, Liang Jingzhuo paused for a moment, "Didn't I say we didn't need to tell them?"
It's just a minor injury, nothing serious.
Liang Yun glanced at him and said, "You're going back with your hands wrapped up like that? Do you think Xiao Ci can't see?"
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door. He had only taken two steps when a hurried figure appeared at the door of the dressing room.
Xie Qingci was panting heavily, her forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat. Liang Yun's figure came into view first, and she called out, "Auntie."
Liang Yun was also taken aback, stopped in her tracks, and replied with a smile, "So fast."
Liang Jingzhuo looked up upon hearing the sound.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his suit jacket stained with blood, which he had already taken off. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, and apart from the gauze on his hands, he still looked elegant and proper.
Liang Yun turned around, chuckled, and walked out, grabbing Lin Lexin, who was also rushing to follow her in.
The nurse finished bandaging the wound, explained the precautions, reminded the patient of the next dressing change date, and then left with the medicine tray.
Xie Qingci glanced at the gauze that was still slightly bleeding, then walked over.
Liang Jingzhuo looked at the tiny, glistening beads of sweat on her forehead and the tip of her nose, and smiled gently, "I told you not to tell me. Did you have enough fun, ending so early?"
As he spoke, he reached out to take her hand, but when he looked up, he was suddenly met with a pair of eyes that were already red-rimmed.
The words that were about to come out, the words that I was about to say that I was fine, suddenly stopped in my throat, as if they were stuck in a ball of cotton.
It is both soft and mushy.
Knowing she was worried, I was also pleased by this attention, but I couldn't bear to see her sad.
He chuckled helplessly, put his arm around her waist, pulled her down onto his lap, and squeezed her hand. "Why are you crying, silly girl?"
The panic that had gripped them on their way here suddenly dissipated upon seeing him safe and sound, and the suppressed unease burst forth.
Xie Qingci couldn't help but shed tears, hot tears falling onto the back of her hand. Liang Jingzhuo frowned slightly and gently wiped them away with a pained expression. "It's just a minor injury, you're fine now."
After saying that, seeing that the tears still hadn't stopped, he jokingly said softly, "Can I borrow a basin? Let's see if Little Pearl can fetch a good price next?"
Even when trying to coax someone, he's so unserious.
Xie Qingci burst into laughter through her tears for a moment, "What...?"
After saying that, she glanced at his hand resting on her waist and asked, "What happened?"
After Lin Lexin finished telling her, she was also shocked. He was perfectly fine before she left, so how did he end up in the hospital and injured in the blink of an eye?
Liang Jingzhuo glanced at the pair of eyes that had stopped crying but were still red for a moment, and whether jokingly or seriously, he said with a smile, "You saved someone."
Xie Qingci hummed in response, glanced around the dressing room, and, not seeing anyone else, asked, "Where is that person?"
Just as she finished asking the question, a figure slowly walked out of the door. She turned her head to look at it and was also stunned.
Zhou Huai's entire forearm was wrapped in gauze, half of his shirt sleeve was cut off, and there were many specks of blood splattered on his front.
He was taken aback when he saw her, then looked at Liang Jingzhuo and smiled slightly, "Are you alright?"
After get off work, Liang Jingzhuo went to the art museum to see an exhibition and coincidentally ran into Zhou Huai, who was also there with a friend.
The two exchanged a brief greeting and then went their separate ways to view different areas. The venue had a corridor-style design, and after walking around for a while, the two still met in front of the same picture.
The painting style was somewhat similar to Xie Qingci's; Liang Jingzhuo noticed it, and so did Zhou Huai.
The latter spoke first, saying to his friend beside him, "This style is very similar to one of my junior classmates."
My friend was pleasantly surprised. He glanced at the artist's name and asked, "Is it her?"
He shook his head and replied, "No, it just looks very similar, I just suddenly remembered."
My friend seemed to understand something, laughed, and teased, "Is she really just a junior?"
He smiled but didn't say anything.
But their expressions spoke volumes.
Liang Jingzhuo naturally recognized the voice and knew who it referred to, but Zhou Huai seemed not to have seen him before. He turned around and said with a surprised expression, "President Liang? What a coincidence."
He glanced at him indifferently. "We just met in front of the door."
They pretend they just bumped into each other; nine times out of ten, it's intentional.
Zhou Huai smiled and explained, "I mean, it's quite a coincidence that we met again."
He paused for a moment, looked away, and replied with a "Mm".
Zhou Huai nodded slightly and then planned to continue walking with his friend to the next painting.
At the very moment he turned around, Liang Jingzhuo heard a sharp sound of something falling off, and instinctively looked up in the direction from which the sound came.
The frame of the light strip hanging above the exhibition hall became loose and teetering on the verge of collapse. My pupils contracted, and at the same moment my brain made its prediction, half of the frame crashed down.
He instinctively reached out to grab the person next to him.
Zhou Huai was grabbed by the arm, and the powerful inertia almost made him fall. With a piercing roar, the detached lamp stand brushed past him, and the protruding bracket tore through the sleeve of his shirt, cutting a wound about ten centimeters long on his forearm. Blood instantly overflowed from the deep wound that exposed bone, flowing down between his fingers to the ground.
Before he could even process the sudden surprise, Liang Jingzhuo had already taken out his phone and called Lu Li, who was waiting outside.
I heard terrified screams from the crowd of people in the exhibition hall, and frantic voices saying they felt like calling for emergency help.
He then looked down at his arm; the blood was flowing so fast that he had lost all feeling of pain. His friend was terrified and quickly took off his coat to try and stop the bleeding.
The hand that Liang Jingzhuo had just pulled at him was also injured. There was a cut on the back of his hand, not as deep as his, but it was still bleeding profusely. He slightly raised his palm, and drops of blood dripped from his fingertips.
After hanging up the phone, he stepped forward and asked him solemnly, "Are there any other injuries?"
He had already recovered from his daze and calmly replied, "No."
Lu Li arrived quickly and was stunned by the scene. He hurriedly stepped forward and said that the car was parked at the door and he would take them to the hospital now.
Liang Jingzhuo's injuries were not serious. The wound was located just away from blood vessels, and the bones were not injured. It was just that the cut was a bit big and he needed a few stitches.
Zhou Huai suffered a ruptured forearm tendon, but the injury was not severe. He will need to use a brace for several weeks after the surgery to fix the tendon.
Xie Qingci looked at Zhou Huai who had suddenly appeared and connected Liang Jingzhuo's words about saving someone with the current scene. Then she realized that she was still sitting on Liang Jingzhuo's lap. Just as she was about to stand up, the hand on her waist held her tightly and pressed her down again.
She turned to look at him, gesturing with her eyes.
Isn't that inappropriate in public?
Liang Jingzhuo seemed not to understand her gaze, looked at Zhou Huai, and then answered his question, "It's nothing, just a few stitches."
Zhou Huai nodded, his gaze sweeping over Xie Qingci's hand at her waist. When he looked at her again, he seemed to want to say something but hesitated, and finally just said, "That's good."
The two had different injuries, and the doctor advised Zhou Huai to stay in the hospital for a period of time for observation. It was uncertain whether he would need tendon rehabilitation afterward. Liang Jingzhuo could come in regularly to change his dressings.
Zhou Huai wanted to try to get out of the hospital for observation, but Liang Jingzhuo said, "I will talk to the project team. The group has not exploited its employees to this extent. You should recover first."
Zhou Huai paused for a moment, then finally gave up and replied, "Okay, thank you."
Lin Lexin breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Liang Jingzhuo was alright. "My goodness, I rushed here with my sister-in-law by her hand. I didn't dare to look at her, afraid that I would see her cry. You really scared her to death."
From the moment she finished the call, Lin Lexin could sense Xie Qingci's worry welling up in her eyes, which made her panic as well. She hung up the phone without saying a word to Liang Yun and rushed to the hospital.
If you had listened to that phone call for even a second longer, you would have known that Liang Jingzhuo's condition wasn't so critical.
Liang Jingzhuo turned to look at the person beside him, took her hand and squeezed it lightly. "Really?"
Xie Qingci looked back at him frankly and nodded in acknowledgment: "Yes."
Liang Jingzhuo gazed at her, and smiled upon hearing this.
Seeing this, Lin Lexin grinned and took Liang Yun's arm, saying, "Let's go, Mommy, I can't take it anymore."
Liang Yun smiled and said to Liang Jingzhuo, "Be careful."
After saying that, he looked at Xie Qingci and said, "Lexin will still be home tomorrow. Xiaoci, would you like to come over and play?"
Xie Qingci has to return to Jingzhao the day after tomorrow morning, and tomorrow will be her last day on Hong Kong Island.
She smiled and declined, saying, "No, Auntie, I'll visit you again next time."
Liang Yun nodded in agreement. After Lin Lexin and Xie Qingci waved goodbye and said goodbye, saying they would meet again next time, Liang Yun led her away.
Someone had injured his hand and it would be inconvenient for him to take a shower when he got home. Xie Qingci found some plastic wrap and wrapped his injured left hand tightly, reminding him to be careful not to let his hand hang down so that water would get in.
Liang Jingzhuo paid no attention to her hands, which were wrapped up like dumplings; she only looked at the person in front of her giving her instructions. "Wouldn't it be more convenient for you to wash them for me?"
Xie Qingci paused mid-sentence, as if suddenly remembering something.
Looking at his "severely injured" hand, I figured he probably wouldn't be able to open the "gift" tonight.
After considering it for a moment, he replied, "Okay."
But when I started to help him take off his clothes, I couldn't help but feel a little hot in the ears.
Looking at the person in front of him as she sheds his restraints piece by piece, he suddenly had the illusion that he was taking liberties with him.
After taking off the shirt, my gaze involuntarily lingered on the smooth lines of the skin, and below the firm waist and abdomen were the still-wearing dress pants.
Her throat felt like it was being crawled by ants, and her eyes stung. She put down her shirt and said, "Take off your own pants."
The shirt requires two hands to unbutton and remove the sleeves, and the pants are such a simple procedure that there's no belt, so you can do it yourself.
Liang Jingzhuo, holding up his left hand, paused for a moment upon hearing this, and then replied, "Okay."
As his hand reached for the placket of his trousers, Xie Qingci turned around to get his pajamas. It was a little strange to just stand there watching someone take off their pants.
Just as I turned around, I heard a cold hiss behind me, as if someone was in great pain.
Her heart tightened, she stopped and turned around to look at his hand on his waist buckle. "What's wrong? Did you aggravate your wound?"
Seeing her tense expression, Liang Jingzhuo's lips unconsciously curled up, but he still agreed, "Yes, it hurts a lot."
Xie Qingci sighed and walked over in a few steps. "Let me help you."
Thinking about it, it's nothing. Anyway... it's not like she hasn't helped him take off his pants before, although it was in situations where it wasn't her own choice.
That's what I thought, but when my fingertips touched the door lock, I paused for a moment before pulling it down.
The pants were much easier to take off than the shirt, but they were probably not needed either. There were bloodstains on the shirt, but they were too black to see on the pants, though there were probably some.
As she picked up the shirt along with the pants, Xie Qingci asked again, "Do you still need the shirt and pants?"
The person standing on the carpet wearing only underwear watched her pack and replied, "No need."
She nodded, took the clothes out to throw them away, and when she came back, the person who had been standing there when she left was still standing there.
She paused for a moment, then said, "You... take off your clothes and go inside first."
He looked at her and said, "I can't take it off by myself."
"..."
What's so difficult about taking off a pair of underwear?
Xie Qingci closed her eyes, took a deep breath, clenched her fist, and decided not to argue with him because he was an injured person. She walked over, intending to prove to him with one hand that she could take off her clothes with one hand as well.
But when she grabbed his waistband, she hesitated for a moment. Her eyes inadvertently swept over a bulge, and she turned her head as if she had been burned, fumbling to help him take it off.
After taking off her clothes, her gaze, which had been drifting away, remained fixed on them. She tossed the thin cotton fabric in her hand into the laundry basket beside her and said, "You go in first."
Looking at the person in front of him, whose face was almost flushed and whose eyes were darting around, Liang Jingzhuo smiled as if he found her reaction cute and replied, "Okay."
Xie Qingci only turned her gaze back from the distance when she heard the bathroom door close. She glanced at the warm yellow light shining through the frosted glass, then went to the dressing room to get their pajamas.
After returning, I stood in the wash area for a while, then raised my hand and took off my clothes.
When I pushed open the shower door and stepped into the shower room, Liang Jingzhuo had already turned on the showerhead and was standing under the water.
As she had instructed, his left hand was raised in mid-air, and he was not splashed by the water in the misty air.
Isn't it washed perfectly?
Once she was sure he could do it on his own, Xie Qingci decided to go out first.
Hearing the door open, Liang Jingzhuo looked up, his wet hair swept behind his head, and through the misty spray, he gazed at that fair and slender figure.
She was pulled back just before she stepped out of the bathroom. "Why are you running?"
Her shoulder suddenly bumped into a solid chest behind her, like hitting a rock. It hurt a little, and Xie Qingci let out a soft cry of pain. "You can wash by yourself. It's too much trouble for us to wash together."
It was a special case before that we could shower together and stand side by side. It's a bit strange that we shower together now, when we can all stand properly.
A wet kiss landed on my ear. "I can wash myself. Besides, I just saved your white moonlight today. Even if I can wash myself, what's wrong with you helping me?"
Where did this white moonlight come from?
Xie Qingci turned around, somewhat helplessly, "No, senior, just a regular senior, I already said that."
I'm speechless. How could she say that? She's said it so many times already.
Liang Jingzhuo looked down at her, her face hidden in the rising steam, her expression somewhat obscured. "Do you remember the other male classmates?"
Xie Qingci blinked and nodded honestly, "Of course, there was a boy in our grade who was pursued by many girls. He was very tall and handsome, and his grades were also quite good. There was also a senior in Zhou Huai's year who could play the saxophone and was very popular at the annual cultural performance. There was also a junior who was a year younger than me and was very good at basketball. Girls would watch the games on the sidelines during physical education classes."
Although Xie Qingci didn't have a hobby of looking at handsome men, her close female classmates were very enthusiastic about it and often dragged her along. These girls were so often talked about that it was hard for her not to remember them.
"..."
After the words fell silent, the person in front of him remained silent for a long while before finally speaking: "You remember so much?"
Xie Qingci looked into his eyes and said, "Hmm... Similarly, you would also remember the pretty and outstanding female classmates you had in school."
As soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it.
I remember Aunt Ali telling me that he couldn't remember any of his teammates from the same group he had been competing with for a month, so what else could he remember?
Sure enough, the next moment came the reply: "I don't remember, and even if I did, I can't recall it now. I don't remember it as clearly as you do."
Xie Qingci fell silent, pursing her lips. "OK, I'll try to forget it."
We'll try our best.
He didn't seem very willing.
Liang Jingzhuo stopped arguing with her, raised his hand, pinched her chin, and kissed her.
Whether she likes it or not, it's his anyway.
The shower wasn't turned off yet, and the hot water cascaded down, flowing over their pressed lips. Xie Qingci hummed softly, a little worried about falling, and placed her palm on the only shoulder she could lean on, tilting her head slightly to receive the emotional kiss.
The swirling hot steam made the already oxygen-scarce space feel even more oppressive.
Xie Qingci felt breathless after kissing him for only a short while. His tongue, which was exploring her mouth, followed hers, and the sides of their tongues touched, sending jolts of electricity through her. Her knees went weak, and she almost couldn't stand up.
As her hands slumped down her broad shoulders, Liang Jingzhuo lifted her up, raising her legs so that she nestled between his waists.
A sliver of clarity flashed through her muddled thoughts. Remembering his injured hand, she parted her arms slightly and reminded him, "Don't use your hand..."
The interrupted kiss brought with it the glistening moisture that hadn't been sucked away, lingering between their lips.
Liang Jingzhuo leaned forward and kissed her wet lips, his breath a little ragged, and he replied in a hoarse voice, "Then hold me tight."
Upon sensing the change, Xie Qingci tightened her legs around his waist for a moment and lifted her hips up.
"Don't..." Her face was flushed from the sweltering heat, her eyes were moist, and she murmured softly, "You touched me..."
Liang Jingzhuo kissed her flushed neck, his voice hoarse, "Relax a little."
How to relax in this situation?
Xie Qingci pushed his shoulder, her brows furrowing, "No, it's a bit..."
Before I could even say anything, my lips were captured in a kiss.
It was an experience unlike any I'd ever had before.
Xie Qingci suddenly realized he wasn't wearing a condom, and pulled away from his kissing lips and tongue, "Wait a minute, I'm not wearing one."
Liang Jingzhuo knew what she was going to say, and his lips naturally kissed her raised neck, gently sucking on it. "Aren't you in your safe period?"
Xie Qingci let out a sobbing sound, "No... even the safe period isn't safe..."
Liang Jingzhuo paused for a moment, then released her lips. "Like this?"
He only knew that women have ovulation periods and safe periods, but he was unaware of the claim that even the safe period is not safe.
Xie Qingci rested her head on his shoulder and nodded, "Mmm..."
He withdrew, carried her back to the room, rummaged through the bedside table for his equipment, put it on, and then helped her up by the waist.
He kissed her ear, "Want to try my gift?"
Xie Qingci was already somewhat confused, but she still reminded him, "Be careful with your hands."
If the stitches come undone and need to be re-stitched, I don't know how to explain the reason to the doctor.
Seeing that the person was already limp, yet still concerned about his injuries, Liang Jingzhuo's heart was filled with tenderness. He kissed her neck and replied, "Okay."
But I really didn't want to be separated from her, so I carried her to the dressing room to get something.
It's a short silk nightgown with a large open back. The only difference is that the chest is covered by a bow tied with a tie. If the bow is untied, there is no covering.
It really felt like unwrapping a gift.
Xie Qingci didn't have the strength to dress herself, so Liang Jingzhuo helped her. The fabric was minimal, making it easy to put on.
On his way back to the bedroom from the walk-in closet, he couldn't resist opening the gift first.
Xie Qingci gripped the back of his head with her hand, then released it repeatedly.
Using one hand is always more difficult than using both, and it's inevitable that the wound will be touched along the way, so Liang Jingzhuo coaxed her to sit on his lap.
Xie Qingci was mindful of his injuries and cooperated well, but it still wasn't quite working.
She lay down on his shoulder and sobbed softly, "No..."
He gently kissed her ear and said it was okay, that she had done a great job.
...
Finally, the curtains in the bedroom weren't closed in time, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window that was much smaller than the one in the living room.
Ignoring her protests, he leaned down, grabbed her chin, and shared a tender, lingering kiss with her.
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