Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 231 - 230: Qin Huaici

Shentu Jing didn’t receive treatment from the hospital. The moment he saw his grandfather, he quickly hid and ran. So he went back to Skyward Peak Residence with a bleeding arm.

Qin Zhuzhu happened to be making breakfast at that time. When she saw him bleeding, she screamed!

"Ah! Why is your arm bleeding?" She rushed over to him and peered closely.

"Got into a fight. Help me out a little," he smiled weakly at her. He had lost a lot of blood. It was a close shave when he ran from the hospital until here. Not only that, he had to avoid the cameras and main roads. The Shentu family could easily check the footages on the streets of Shengjing.

Qin Zhuzhu helped him to sit on the couch carefully, treating him as if he was made of glass.

"I’ll go get the first aid kit," she rushed off into the kitchen. Within seconds, she was out with a box under her arm.

"Take off your clothes," she instructed, holding out a bandage and some alcohol.

Shentu Jing complied, groaning a little when his coat rubbed against his injured arm. Qin Zhuzhu’s face twisted when she saw the strained look on his face. Her heart felt like a knife had stabbed it. She wasn’t the one who was injured, so why was she feeling like this?

Qin Zhuzhu was extremely gentle, she stitched his arm and even blew on it to ease his pain.

All the while, Shentu Jing watched her tentatively as she worked on his arm. To his surprise, she was quite skilled. Did she take medical class before?

Shentu Jing had the look ’My wife’s so talented’ written on his face.

"All done now, you can wear back your shirt," she cleared everything up and disappeared into the kitchen.

"It still hurts," Shentu Jing grumbled, raising his neck to catch a glimpse of her. Perhaps he should play the injured card and gain pity from her

"Hurts? Here, take some medicine," she handed him some painkillers. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Shentu Jing glanced at the painkillers as if they were his enemies. He wanted her to be his painkillers, not some medicine.

"What’s wrong?" She saw him staring at the drugs grudgingly.

"Nothing. Anything for breakfast? I’m hungry," the tycoon of Shengjing sounded like a puppy begging his wife for attention.

"Some soup and toast. Oh wait! Let me cook you some nutritious food," Qin Zhuzhu rushed to the kitchen once again.

When Shentu Jing walked into the dining room, he was surprised to see the table laden with nutritious and herbal foods. As far as he knows, she hardly eats healthy foods. So what was going on?

The truth was that Qin Zhuzhu had learnt online and through food bloggers on how to prepare healthier at home meals. Since she was going to live here, she might as well make herself useful.

"I can’t lift the spoon. My arm hurts," Shentu Jing glanced at his arm, making sure his eyes conveyed to her how painful it was.

"Uh?" She glanced at the spoon and fork then back to his arm. It seems like he really can’t pick up a spoon, he won’t be able to for at least one week.

"Then I’ll feed you!" Qin Zhuzhu picked up a bowl of nutritious soup and blew on it gently. Then she fed him, spoon by spoon. The soup was very bitter, concocted with many herbs but it didn’t taste bitter at all!

In fact, it was sweeter than honey to Shentu Jing. He watched how careful and attentive she was, admiring that beautiful eyes and red lips blowing the hot soup. He wanted to claim that lips, bite on it, touch it and lick it.

"Not bitter?" She asked him, frowning. The smell of it was obvious. Why didn’t he say anything?

"Not at all. It’s sweet," he replied.

"Sweet?" Qin Zhuzhu was surprised. If nutritious soups are sweet, that means there’s is no healing effect! She took a sip herself and ended up coughing.

Bitter, so bitter! She shot him a look. How was it possible for him to feel nothing but sweetness? It’s his tongue spoilt?

When it comes to lunch and dinner, Qin Zhuzhu had to feed him the same way, spoon by spoon, fork by fork, piece by piece.

Shentu Jing was having the best time of his life. He used to hate bitter medicine so much but now every medicine suddenly taste sweet and delicious.

Hmm.... Maybe his tongue was really spoilt.

Late at night.

Qin Zhuzhu brought some new bandages over to change his dressing. In the middle of changing, she struck up a conversation.

"I promised Ning Ning. Tomorrow, I have to visit the Qiao family,"

"No problem," Shentu Jing was understanding as always. "I’ll go with you,"

"That’s too risky!" Qin Zhuzhu finished up with the dressing and sat in front of him.

"I know, but I won’t let you go alone. I’ll be in the dark, to protect you," Shentu Jing showed the mask to her.

"Other than promising Ning Ning, I have some personal matters to attend to, so it might get messy. That bastard father of mine has been living a peaceful life," Qin Zhuzhu rubbed her palms together. From the look in her eyes, there was no doubt that she was going to do something outrageous.

The next day.

Qin Zhuzhu drove her motorbike up to the Qiao mansion. She knocked on the gate and pressed the bell.

A servant came to attend to her, scanning her attire with disdain.

"I’m looking for Qin Huaici. Let me in," her tone was cold yet bossy. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, dressing in a tank top and a leather jacket, and a pair of denims with stylish holes at her thighs.

The servant snorted, "Where do you think this is? This is the Qiao mansion! Do you think I’ll let you in easily?! Hmph!" The servant walked off.

"Won’t let me in? Fine. Don’t blame me,"