Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s-Chapter 1764 - 1700: Gifting an Apartment House

"Wanqing, have you been here long?"

"Not that long." Ye Wanqing saw his right hand, her eyes widened, face filled with shock and tension, and she seemed about to rush over in spite of herself, her hands reaching to touch the splint on his wrist, yet fearing it would hurt him and didn’t dare to.

"What’s wrong with your hand? How did you get hurt?"

"Just a fall injury."

Yes, Deng Qingjiang hadn’t told anyone the real reason for his hand injury, only that it was from a fall.

At that time, near the art academy, a bit of distance from the gate, during the afternoon class hours, very few people were around, perhaps no one saw that scene.

The gatekeeper saw them, but he was a bit far away and didn’t clearly see Chiang Xiao’s actions.

Moreover, after Chiang Xiao broke his hand, she immediately stepped back two paces.

Her movements were too quick. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Even Deng Qingjiang, recalling it afterward, found it hard to believe.

She could actually break his hand so swiftly, accurately, and ruthlessly.

Chiang Xiao, oh Chiang Xiao, isn’t this just another point of suspicion? Her change compared to what the villagers described was indeed too drastic.

Did Meng Xinian teach her boxing techniques?

Why would Meng Xinian teach her martial arts out of the blue?

Normally, young girls wouldn’t learn martial arts.

In any case, to Deng Qingjiang, Chiang Xiao was full of suspicions.

He didn’t want to alert the enemy prematurely, so regarding this matter of his broken hand, he just swallowed it down, planning to investigate slowly, unraveling everything, until Chiang Xiao had nowhere to escape.

At this point, the sense of rage that had risen due to the pain in his hand was suppressed by Deng Qingjiang.

"Oh dear, how could you be so careless?" Ye Wanqing looked like she was about to cry with heartache, "Does it hurt? Can I blow on it for you?"

Deng Qingjiang felt like laughing when he heard her.

So naive and childish.

This kind of injury, could blowing on it really make it not hurt? Did she think she was coaxing a three-year-old child?

Yet, this naive and childish act somehow amused Deng Qingjiang.

He reached out to touch her hand, smiling, "No need, I’ve used painkillers. Wanqing, have a seat, don’t worry, in three or four months I’ll be fine."

Looking at Ye Wanqing’s bright and beautiful face and delicate figure, Deng Qingjiang started to plot.

Now that he had one hand injured, could he still engage her in that sort of intimate act?

What if she struggled?

Ye Wanqing, this girl, had always been willing to be ambiguous with him, but Deng Qingjiang was still not sure if she truly was willing to be intimate with him, deepening that kind of relationship.

"It’ll take three or four more months?" Ye Wanqing sat across from him, her eyes slightly reddened, "Then what will you do? Your daily life must be very inconvenient."

When she said this, she blatantly ignored the fact that Deng Qingjiang had a wife.

Deng Qingjiang was moved and immediately said, "It truly is inconvenient, so how about this, I’ll find a place to stay, and you can come over and help me when you’re free?"

Seeing Ye Wanqing a bit dazed, he immediately retreated to advance, "But, I guess you wouldn’t be willing, too, how could I let a young girl like you take care of my everyday affairs? It’s too much for you."

"It’s not too much..." Ye Wanqing bit her lower lip, "It’s just that the rental houses nearby are very old, I’m not sure if you could stand living in one."

Deng Qingjiang somewhat understood her meaning, and generously said, "Then I’ll buy, buy a small house, and that house will be for you afterward. Didn’t you say you have no one to rely on in Capital City? With your own place, it would feel like you have a home."