Does Your Hand Hurt?

"No, it's not what it looks like." Bei Qingqing's voice could not help but tremble. Looking at the man's cold eyes, her heart sank.

Lu Yao lowered her head and squeezed out a few drops of tears. Then, she looked up at Chen Jiazhi with a tender gaze.

"Brother Jiazhi... sob, sob, sob." Lu Yao waited for Chen Jiazhi to help her up, but Chen Jiazhi did not react at all.

"Brother Jiazhi, don't blame her. I believe she didn't mean to hit me... I know that people around you will get jealous of me, and I can't avoid that. But it's okay. For you, it's all worth it."

The corner of Bei Qingqing's mouth twitched. What a great actress. With such good acting skills, it would be a waste of talent if Lu Yao did not audition for a role in the film industry.

Chen Jiazhi only glanced at Lu Yao who was on the ground indifferently, then beckoned Bei Qingqing with his hand. "Come here."

Bei Qingqing's heartbeat started to quicken. She wanted to explain herself, but as she looked at the scene in front of her and the tearful woman on the ground, she decided to keep her mouth shut.

"Brother Jiazhi, you don't have to blame her too much. I think she must have realized her mistake now. You don't have to go through so much trouble for me. Just give her a little bit of punishment. That will do." Lu Yao looked at Chen Jiazhi's cold face and fanned the flames.

As Bei Qingqing walked toward Chen Jiazhi, her footsteps were as heavy as lead. Thinking back to the scene just now, she should have endured it, and she should not have acted rashly. From Chen Jiazhi's point of view, he must have thought that she was the one that pushed Lu Yao to the ground.

She felt uneasy and her footsteps were heavy.

"Stretch out your hand." His voice was like a ghost in the middle of the night, mysterious and unpredictable. There was not a hint of emotion in it.

Lu Yao looked at Bei Qingqing proudly. She knew that Chen Jiazhi was on her side, and Bei Qingqing was just a maid. Hmph!

Bei Qingqing's face was pale. Chen Jiazhi would not chop off her hand, right?

She had heard that Chen Jiazhi was extremely ruthless. she could not help but worry about her situation.

She hesitated and withdrew her hand, afraid that it would be gone in the next second.

"Hurry up! What are you waiting for?"

Chen Jiazhi raised his head and looked at Bei Qingqing's nervous little face. He found it funny. He was not a man-eating monster. Why was there fear written all over her face?

Chen Jiazhi reflected on himself. Could it be that he had been too fierce to her recently? Or had he made things too difficult for her?

He secretly decided that he must be gentler to her in the future so that this easily frightened little white rabbit could be at ease. He wanted her to act coquettishly towards him.

Although Bei Qingqing was somewhat unwilling, she had no choice but to stretch out her hand nervously.

However, unlike the storm that she had imagined, Chen Jiazhi did not chop off her little hand.

Chen Jiazhi looked at her slightly red palm and started to gently rub her palm.

He raised his head, looked at her surprised expression, and asked, "Does your hand hurt?"

Bei Qingqing shook her head in a daze, not knowing how to react.

He did not blame me? Moreover, he was still concerned about me. Could he be dreaming?

Lu Yao, who was on the ground, almost dropped her jaw in shock. She looked at Chen Jiazhi's gentle face in disbelief, wondering if there was something wrong with her ears.

"Next time, if you want to hit someone, you can call me or Special Assistant Yao. We will help you. Why do you have to do it yourself? Look at you, your palm is red now." As he spoke, he did not forget to gently blow on the palm.

As Chen Jiazhi looked at Bei Qingqing's flushed face, his heart stirred.

"Brother Jiazhi..."

Chen Jiazhi did not want to pay any attention to the woman who was wailing from the ground.