Jian Ning looked at him with some worry, “Haven’t you thought of a way to deal with this?”
She slowly sat down, and after rubbing her foot, she noticed it was starting to swell and bruise, apparently from the hard hit.
Qiao Yu suddenly stood up and rushed out, his hurried steps making Jian Ning’s heart skip a beat, almost thinking his alternate personality had awakened and was coming to kill her.
Fortunately, that wasn’t the case.
Jian Ning sighed in relief, supporting herself on the bed’s edge, picking up the ashtray and placing it back on the bedside table. She carefully sat on the bed’s edge, not daring to leave.
Qiao Yu quickly returned, his steps hurried but his expression extremely cold, handing Jian Ning a small porcelain bottle.
Jian Ning was surprised, “For me?”
Damn, if she wasn’t being overly imaginative, this was probably a foot medicine, right? Was Qiao Yu actually caring about her?
……Or was it his alternate personality pretending to be kind and trying to poison her???
Chapter 17: Embarrassed Anger
Qiao Yu coldly hummed in agreement and turned to stand by the window, staring at the pitch-black scenery.
Jian Ning cautiously peeked out, glanced briefly outside, then immediately looked away.
The villa was built in a secluded area, with a quiet surrounding environment, devoid of human presence. During the day, it might seem pleasant and comfortable, with greenery everywhere, but at night, except for a few sparse streetlights, everything was dark. Looking out could invoke a sense of staring into an abyss.
Tsk, she couldn’t understand why Qiao Yu would live in such a place. Was this a rich person’s quirk?
Speaking of rich people, in her previous life, she had assets worth over hundreds of millions, barely qualifying as half a wealthy person. Why didn’t she have such a quirk?
Could it be because she was just marginally wealthy, while Qiao Yu’s assets were countless times more?
……This speculation was too infuriating. Jian Ning chose to focus on applying the medicine.
Qiao Yu stood quietly. After a while, he turned back and, seeing her silent, frowned, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Jian Ning answered honestly, “I don’t know what to say.”
Perhaps it was also because she was too nervous earlier. Now she just wanted to sit and zone out.
