My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Chapter 380: What Are You Thinking Of? I’m Not In The Mood

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Zhou Yao and Leng Zhiyuan were cleaning up the mess. Lu Shaoming and Ning Qing were staying in the local hospital in Miao Jiang. Ou Luoxi had been pushed into the intensive care unit.

Jian Han took a small medicine box and treated Ning Qing’s wounds.

Ning Qing’s right cheek was extremely swollen, with bright palm marks on it. The corners of her mouth were injured, and residual bloodstains remained. A black suit that she had gotten along the way was draped on her body, and the beauty of chaos and frailty shone through her miserable state.

Jian Han held the cotton ball with pliers to clean the wounds on Ning Qing’s face. Ning Qing furrowed her eyebrows and painfully screamed, “Sister Jian, it hurts! Lighter.”

Lu Shaoming stuffed both hands into his pockets and leaned against the wall of the corridor. He heard the unending sounds of the woman’s grief and pettiness. He looked sideways at her.

A few strands of her wavy hair was stuck to her little face. Her face was like an abandoned kitten’s. Bloodstains and tears were everywhere. The big black suit made her body seem petite. Those autumn pupils were beautiful, black, and moist as if water would flow out of them.

It was no wonder Tang Xueli liked her.

The beauty of a woman can be considered a sin.

He stepped forward, took his big hand out of his pocket, and went to pick up the pliers in Jian Han’s hand. “I’ll do it,” he said in a low, rich voice.

Jian Han looked at Lu Shaoming and wanted to pass it to him.

But then Ning Qing pouted her pink lips and said, “No! Sister Jian, just help me deal with it.”

On hearing this, Lu Shaoming’s deep black eyes swept over the woman’s small face, like a cold and fierce wind in winter.

Ning Qing ignored him and hummed.

“Young Master Lu, forget it, let me do it. Ning Qing is afraid of pain. I’m sure I’ll handle it lightly,” Jian Han said with a laugh.

Lu Shaoming pressed his thin lips together and stopped talking.

Jian Han cleaned the wounds on Ning Qing’s face for her. She softly asked, “Ning Qing, besides the pain on your face, is there any pain on your body?”

Ning Qing hesitated. She was probably feeling guilty. Her autumn pupils turned to look at Lu Shaoming, who was standing tall in front of her.

Lu Shaoming met her gaze. He half-narrowed his eyes and glanced at her tender neck. A few strands of her wavy hair had twisted over her neck. His eyes were sharp and he could see some kiss marks through the twisted hair.

He had no expression, but his firm face was cold to the extreme.

As soon as Jian Han saw the couple exchanging looks, she made a few guesses. Ning Qing had been at the Han Palace for so long. What happened between her and Tang Xueli?

This was a very sensitive topic.

Especially for men like Lu Shaoming.

Jian Han stood up and laughed. “Ning Qing, let’s go. Let’s go to the infirmary. You have a lot of blood on your body. I’ll get some warm water to wash you.”

Ning Qing gave Jian Han a thankful look. She got up and went into the infirmary with Jian Han.

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In the infirmary

Jian Han pulled up the curtains. She rolled up her white sleeves and went to the bathroom for a basin of warm water and a towel. “Ning Qing, wash your face and hands. I’ll go and find clean clothes for you to change into.”

Ning Qing lifted her lips and smiled sweetly. “Thank you, Sister Jian.”

“For what?” Jian Han walked out of the infirmary.

The room was quiet. Ning Qing wrung the towel dry and came to a mirror. She wiped the bloodstains on her face with the towel.

After cleaning up, she put the towel in the basin, turned around, and took off her black suit.

The collar of her white T-shirt had been torn, and her state was somewhat uncovered as soon as her suit was taken off.

Looking down at the kiss marks on her body, Tang Xueli hadn’t taken much advantage of her, but he did touch her.

That psychopath had been rough with her, and her skin was fair and supple, so all the places he touched were covered with bruises and some pain.

Ning Qing touched her supple shoulder with a small hand. He had slapped her so hard she hit the wall, and her shoulders felt as if they were falling apart.

“Tss.” She couldn’t help but hiss in pain.

Then, she heard a door open and close behind her. Ning Qing asked, “Sister Jian, are you back?”

No one answered behind her, but her little petite waist was held, and a warm and strong body came up behind her, accompanied by a soft, enticing voice. “Does it hurt?”