At fifty, she remarried into a wealthy family; her ex-husband knelt down and begged for reconciliati

Chapter 66: Every Sentence Responds

The next day.

He Qiaoyun, who habitually gets up early, ran into Feng Jiashu when she went downstairs.

"Good morning, does your wound still hurt?" she asked.

Feng Jiashu said calmly, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Let me disinfect your wound first."

"it is good."

Downstairs, Feng Jiashu sat down and took off his clothes.

He Qiaoyun glanced at his wound; it was a large, bluish-purple patch, not so noticeable yesterday, showing how severely Ding Ruolian had attacked him...

She took out her first-aid kit, opened the iodine bottle, used tweezers to take out a cotton ball, soaked it in iodine, and gently applied it to his stitched wound.

As the cotton ball was applied to the wound, Feng Jiashu flinched.

He Qiaoyun noticed his actions and subconsciously asked, "Did I hurt you?"

Feng Jiashu straightened his back. "No, go ahead and wipe it."

"good....."

Despite saying that, He Qiaoyun's movements became even gentler, one could say she was quite cautious.

After applying the medicine, Feng Jiashu reached for the shirt, but the movement was so forceful that it pulled at his wound, causing him to gasp.

Hearing him cry out in pain, He Qiaoyun immediately became worried. "Let me help you get dressed."

She took the gray shirt that had slipped from his hands, but he quickly declined, saying, "No need, I'm fine."

"It's just a small thing, don't keep rubbing your wound, it'll affect the healing."

She helped him put his sleeves on and straightened his collar, inevitably leading to physical contact.

Feng Jiashu felt the warmth of her fingertips brushing against his neck, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his throat went dry.

After straightening her collar, He Qiaoyun said, "Stand up, I'll button it up for you."

Feng Jiashu stood up in response, and He Qiao walked up to him, their eyes meeting.

She lowered her eyes, leaned closer, tiptoed slightly, placed her hand on his shirt button, and suddenly looked up, asking, "Should the top button be fastened?"

One sentence brought Feng Jiashu back to reality.

They were so close that he could smell her faint but pleasant fragrance, a subtle scent that made his heart itch.

"Hmm?" He Qiaoyun asked again.

He quickly said, "Button it up."

She responded, lowering her eyelids, "Okay."

The tailor-made shirt fit his skin perfectly, but the top button was a little difficult to fasten; she was afraid of choking him, so she was very careful.

But the more careful you are, the easier it is to make a mistake.

The moment the buttons were fastened, her slightly long fingernails scratched his neck.

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to." She subconsciously touched the spot where her fingernails had scratched her.

Feng Jiashu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he subconsciously turned his head away, his voice slightly hoarse, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

It doesn't hurt, but it's like scratching an itch through a boot—it hits the spot right in your heart, making you want more.

He Qiaoyun then realized that she had crossed the line. Her fingers seemed to have touched something hot, and she immediately withdrew them.

At this moment, outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun rises, and the first rays of morning sunlight fall into the room, making the atmosphere even more ambiguous.

"Sorry."

Feng Jiashu noticed her embarrassment but didn't stop her. "It's okay, let's continue."

He Qiaoyun awkwardly raised her hand and finished buttoning the rest of her clothes.

She turned to tidy up the medicine bottles, asking as she did so, "What would you like for breakfast?"

Feng Jiashu said, "Either way is fine, it's up to you."

He Qiaoyun went into the kitchen and made two bowls of egg noodles.

As Feng Jiashu ate his noodles, he asked, "Do you have time today?"

"The longan in the orchard won't be ripe for a while, so I'm not busy right now."

"Let's go to the hospital together later."

"of course can."

After breakfast, the two of them were about to go out.

An Audi Q8 was parked outside the villa. The driver got out of the car and opened the back door.

Upon seeing the driver, He Qiaoyun turned to Feng Jiashu and said, "I can drive, you don't need to hire a designated driver."

The driver's lips twitched. He wasn't a designated driver; he was the chairman's full-time driver, hired at a high salary of 100,000 yuan a month.

Feng Jiashu smiled faintly, "How could I let you drive? Get in the car."

He Qiaoyun got into the car and said, "You don't need to be so polite with me."

The driver closed the rear door, walked around the front of the car, and got into the driver's seat.

The car drove smoothly on the road for about an hour before stopping in front of the hospital.

They were all used to getting up early, and when they arrived at the hospital, it was only 7:30.

Stepping out of the car, He Qiaoyun saw the name of the hospital and exclaimed with delight, "Peijiang Hospital! My daughter works there!"

Feng Jiashu responded to every question, saying, "I heard you say that this hospital is quite famous. Your daughter must be very capable to have gotten the job."

He Qiaoyun smiled and said, "It's a perfect match for her major. Maybe they just happened to be short-staffed. Now that she has a job, she won't be bullied by her in-laws anymore."

Feng Jiashu asked, "Were you bullied?"

He Qiaoyun said helplessly, "You're a man, you wouldn't understand. Women, once they lose their jobs and stay at home as housewives, will be looked down upon in all sorts of ways."

Feng Jiashu frowned. "That's not right. Housewives work very hard. If there is no nanny, they have to do the work of a nanny, or even work harder than a nanny. They have to play multiple roles in the family, taking care of the family, handling housework, and dealing with outside opinions. Over time, there is a risk of developing mental illness."

He Qiaoyun was completely taken aback by these words.

Because very few men understand the hardships of housewives. They only see housewives spending money all day at home, but they don't see the clean and tidy house, the hot meals, and the well-behaved children.

The look in her eyes held a newfound appreciation for him.

A short while later, they took the elevator to the top floor and arrived at a private ward.

Unlike other cold and impersonal wards, this room was more like a bedroom than a ward. It had a soft, large bed, pink bedding, a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and a sofa and coffee table that matched the bed in front of the window, with an easel next to it.

When they entered, Tian Tian was sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. When she saw them, she didn't show any expression and looked lifeless, as if she had just woken up.

He Qiaoyun walked over with the breakfast box and said gently, "Tian Tian, ​​Auntie brought you breakfast, steamed buns and shrimp dumplings."

I made these while cooking noodles this morning.

She opened the lunchbox, took out the xiaolongbao and shrimp dumplings, and then waved to Tian Tian, ​​"Come and have breakfast."

Tian Tian turned to look at Feng Jiashu, who smiled and said, "Come on, your uncle will help you wash up first."

Tian Tian jumped off the bed and dragged herself toward the bathroom.

Feng Jiashu had little experience taking care of children, so he could only stand aside and wait for her to wash up.

After He Qiaoyun set out the breakfast, Tian Tian came out of the bathroom and sat quietly on a separate sofa chair.

Seeing that she didn't move, Feng Jiashu said, "Go eat breakfast quickly, and then go for physiotherapy with the nurse."

Tian Tian picked up the lunchbox on the table and silently lowered her head to eat.

He Qiaoyun sat to the side and saw that her hair was a little messy, so she reached out to tie up her long hair.

Tian Tian instinctively dodged away, wary.