Song Qiao spoke up, "Aren’t you human?"
"Do I count as soone else?" Without paying attention to the fact that this woman still had the mood to joke, Lu Jingchen directly retorted.
"Yes, you are not soone else." She didn’t refute and rely let him pry her clenched fist open. She had been pinching her palm with her fingernails to distract herself from the pain in her back, to the extent that she could still feel the sticky sensation in her palm, seemingly having bled.
Not caring about that anymore, Song Qiao no longer considered what Lu Tianming really thought about her. After all, the pain in her back was too unbearable, that kind of searing pain.
As her palm was spread open, the bleeding from where she had pinched herself could be seen. Lu Jingchen’s eyebrows unconsciously furrowed slightly, but in the next second, he took her hand, spread it open, and gently blew on it, over and over, with an extrely focused expression.
Seeing Lu Jingchen like this, Song Qiao was slightly stunned. There weren’t many tis when he was so affectionate towards her, but the few tis she had captured were impossible to deny that this man was very attractive, especially when he looked at her so tenderly. She couldn’t help but want to sink into that, as if his world consisted only of her.
Song Qiao felt that there was so reason to be captivated by the tenderness of this man. After all, probably any woman, if pampered like this by a man, would find even the hardest heart slowly softening.
"Jingchen, the doctor is here; let the doctor check on Qiao." Just then, the bedroom door was opened once again, and Xu Qian walked in with a doctor and said.
The mont Xu Qian entered, she saw her son kneeling on one knee at the bedside, blowing gently on the woman’s palm. The look on her face was one of incredible shock.
She knew her son better than anyone else. He always had a cold, expressionless face and had never treated any woman like this before. She asked herself fully understanding her son’s temperant: how could he possibly show such gentle deanor towards a woman?
Even that look on his face was focused and devout.
In fact, from the first glance at Song Qiao, Xu Qian inexplicably liked this girl, and seeing her standing with her son, she sohow felt they looked well-matched.
Besides, even if the family backgrounds might not be a good match, in many aspects, the girl seed quite suitable.
At first, she thought that Jingchen had casually found soone to fool her, but now it seed that this was not the case.
Song Qiao ca back to her senses and, with one glance, collided with Lu Jingchen’s deep eyes. She was montarily lost in thought again until Lu Jingchen got up to give way to the doctor, after which she recovered.
The doctor brought by Xu Qian was a private family doctor who had been working for the Lu Family for over a decade and appeared to be in his forties.
The doctor’s gaze fell directly on Song Qiao’s back soaked with tea, and his brow furrowed slightly, but then he directly said to Lu Jingchen, "Young Master, this lady’s clothes may need to be cut open with scissors, as the burn seems to cover a large area."
Upon hearing the doctor’s words, Lu Jingchen’s brow furrowed slightly, clearly displeased by the thought of another man seeing Song Qiao’s back. After all, once the dress was cut open, it might expose more than intended.
But seeing the pained expression on Song Qiao’s face, he hesitated.
Xu Qian stood there, understanding what the doctor ant, and quickly ca forward and said, "Jingchen, let and a maid help Qiao change her clothes. It so happens that An’an has a lot of clothes here."
Hearing his mother’s words, Lu Jingchen hesitated for a long while before finally nodding.
Soon, Xu Qian personally went to Lu An’an’s room and found a set of clothes. Lu An’an usually lived here, and many of her clothes still had their tags on and were the latest models of the year.
Xu Qian did not choose those unworn clothes with tags still attached, as the new clothes had not been washed. They usually wash new clothes before wearing them.
Lu Jingchen had initially wanted to stay and help Song Qiao change, but his mother did not allow him to stay. Song Qiao was a woman, and it would be embarrassing for everyone if he stayed.
"My mom will help you change clothes. If it hurts, just bear with it and don’t pinch your palm again, okay? Understand?" Lu Jingchen bent down to touch Song Qiao’s hair, his voice gentle as he spoke.
Song Qiao looked at Lu Jingchen’s handso face, and suddenly felt that he seed a bit nagging, but it wasn’t too bad. She pulled the corners of her mouth into a faint smile and said, "I got it..."
Lu Jingchen bent down and gently kissed her forehead. "Be good."
Then, he got up and left with the doctor.
Xu Qian waited for her son to go out before having the maid carefully help Song Qiao up, trying not to touch her wound, and then she found a pair of scissors ready to cut open the clothes, as removing the clothing might touch the wound and cause more pain.
To distract Song Qiao, Xu Qian spoke with a touch of relief in her voice as she started cutting. "This is the first ti I’ve seen Jingchen treating a girl with such gentleness, and so attentively too."
Upon hearing Xu Qian’s words, Song Qiao was taken aback, forcibly enduring the scorching pain on her back, and said, "Actually, he’s got a very good temperant."
——Second Update
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