Chapter 14: Who Hurt You?

Zhan Qipei's mind immediately tensed up, and his thin lips pressed into a tight, arcless line of ice.

At this critical moment, Qiao Jing didn't retreat but advanced, moving so quickly she resembled an arrow released from its bow and appeared in front of the adversary with a swoosh, decisively kicking and sending the person to the ground.

Then, in a quick pounce, she raised her foot and stepped on the opponent's chest, looking down with an expressionless cold voice, "The thing I hate the most is someone touching my hair."

Moreover, in Qiao Jing's opinion, any man who pulls a woman's hair is no good!

In the president's office, Zhan Qipei had stood up at some point, his pupils trembling and widening as he stared at the slender and rebellious figure on the screen.

The more he watched, the more the figure overlapped and merged with the one in his mind.

After a brief silence, Zhan Qipei grabbed the suit jacket hanging beside him and strode towards the door.

The company wasn't far from the Angel Welfare Institute—Zhan Qipei arrived in ten minutes.

Upon seeing Zhan Qipei, Chen Zhiyi cast a look at Qiao Jing, as if watching a good show unfold.

A country girl really thinks she's transformed from a sparrow to a phoenix by marrying into the Zhan Family? Now that you've offended President Zhan, just wait for his fury.

While Chen Zhiyi was thinking this, Zhan Qipei had already made his way quickly to Qiao Jing's side.

"You—" As soon as he began to speak, Zhan Qipei caught sight of Qiao Jing's bleeding hand from the corner of his eye.

Seeing the bright red blood, Zhan Qipei's heart suddenly clenched, and he grabbed Qiao Jing's wrist.

"Who hurt you?"

Qiao Jing was stunned, then looked at her own hand.

She was indeed bleeding, and she hadn't even noticed until Zhan Qipei mentioned it. She probably scraped it during the fight.

Just then, Xu Moqian drove back.

"Sister Jing! Are you alright?" Xu Moqian looked down and immediately noticed Qiao Jing's injured hand.

"You're hurt! Damn it!" Xu Moqian's anger blazed as he pulled Qiao Jing's hand, positioning her behind him, and glared furiously at Zhan Qipei.

"You may not care about her, but what right do you have to hurt her? Her hands are too valuable, if anything really happened to her, even if your Zhan Family exhausted all its wealth, it would be useless!"

Zhan Qipei looked at Xu Moqian, who stood in front of Qiao Jing, with a frosty expression, "Move aside."

Xu Moqian rolled up his sleeves, "You think I'm afraid of you? If you have the guts, fight me!"

"Move aside, I have no time to waste words with you right now," Zhan Qipei's gaze moved past Xu Moqian, landing on Qiao Jing, "I have something to say to you."

"Still want to bully her? Have you asked me?" As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Moqian's fist went hurtling towards Zhan Qipei's face.

Zhan Qipei raised his hand to block it, then grasped Xu Moqian's fist.

Xu Moqian wasn't in a hurry to withdraw his hand but instead lashed out with a kick towards Zhan Qipei's leg.

Zhan Qipei was about to counterattack, but the injury on his leg wasn't fully healed; while normal walking wasn't affected, fighting was a different story. Just as Xu Moqian's foot was about to connect, a clear female voice suddenly rang out.

"Moqian, stop fighting," at Qiao Jing's words, Xu Moqian halted.

"Sister Jing, you?" Xu Moqian didn't understand—was Qiao Jing planning to handle it herself?

Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei, "I also have something to say to you."

"Get in my car," Zhan Qipei walked to the car, opened the door, and after Qiao Jing got in, went around to the other side and got in as well.

The car's windows were one-way transparent; those inside could see out, but those outside couldn't see in.

"Angel Institute—" before Qiao Jing could finish, her hand was seized by Zhan Qipei, who took out a first-aid kit to treat her wound.

Qiao Jing withdrew her hand, "Listen to me first."

"You're hurt and still bleeding, let me stop the bleeding first," Zhan Qipei reached for Qiao Jing's hand again.