Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2128: Chapter 2127: He Slowly Lowered His Head

Ou Yihan and Wen Jin have been dating for a few months now.

During these months, even if she wasn’t particularly sensitive or perceptive, as long as she wasn’t a fool, she could feel that Wen Jin’s concern for Jing Xiaocha exceeded that of a normal friend.

And Wen Jin said he saw Jing Xiaocha as a sister. At the beginning, Ou Yihan really believed that he only saw her as a sister.

But later, when she introduced Jing Xiaocha to Shi Tian, she found Wen Jin would get unhappy.

When Jing Xiaocha interacted with Jin Zheyu, Wen Jin would also show displeasure.

When Jing Xiaocha was bullied, Wen Jin would stand up for her without a second thought, even slapping Jin Fengjiao for her.

Ou Yihan didn’t think that a gentleman like Wen Jin would casually hit a woman.

Ou Yihan tested again and again, not only with Jing Xiaocha but also with Wen Jin, hoping that her suspicions were wrong.

However, the results of her tests confirmed that her intuition was correct.

Wen Jin’s excessive concern for Jing Xiaocha had clearly surpassed what was normal. He might not even be aware that what he felt for Jing Xiaocha was romantic love.

He didn’t truly see her as a sister.

"When you previously introduced Xiaocha to me, didn’t you genuinely wish to stay with Wen Jin?"

While peeling an apple, Ou Yihan accidentally broke the peel halfway. She tossed the peel to Shi Tian, who caught it with a smiling and handsome manner.

"It’s not like what I want can really happen."

Her voice was filled with frustration.

Shi Tian slightly furrowed his brows. No matter how he bullied Ou Yihan, he felt it wasn’t too much, but he couldn’t bear to see her bullied by others.

Especially other men.

"In that case, stop thinking about Wen Jin. Completely forget him. It’s hard to find a three-legged toad, but there are plenty of two-legged men. Once you’re healed, I’ll introduce a bunch of high-quality men for you to choose from."

Shi Tian knew that Ou Yihan had given a lot in her relationship with Wen Jin. He had witnessed her happiness and sweetness firsthand. He originally thought that Wen Jin was her perfect match.

But it turned out not to be the case.

Ou Yihan couldn’t help but laugh, raising her eyebrow provocatively, "Alright, and if you can’t introduce me to a bunch of high-quality men, then what?"

"Then I’ll offer myself as compensation."

"Get lost."

Ou Yihan laughed and cursed.

Shi Tian watched her, pleased to see that she was no longer upset because of Wen Jin, and a smile tugged at his lips.

"Hurry up, peeling an apple so slowly, how do you even practice for surgeries?"

Speaking of this, Ou Yihan couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him again in resentment.

Back in the day, his initial excuse for enslaving her was, "Yi Han, I’m training you. You’re going to be a doctor in the future and will have to wield a scalpel, so from now on, you must practice your knife skills..."

Since then, Ou Yihan had become Shi Tian’s dedicated fruit-peeling slave.

Later, when she went abroad to study, Shi Tian would visit her once or twice a year. Ostensibly to see her, but in reality, he was missing her fruit peeling.

**

In the upstairs ward.

After finishing her call with Zhang Minghui, Wen Jin glanced down at his watch, took the phone, and said gently, "Little Hui will be staying at my place these days. You don’t have to worry about him."

"Brother Wen, Little Hui is mischievous and has no filter. If he said something he shouldn’t or did something to upset you, just go ahead and scold him."

Jing Xiaocha’s biggest worry was Zhang Minghui’s big mouth.

Wen Jin chuckled lightly, "Little Hui isn’t as disobedient as you think."

"..."

With that, Wen Jin stood up and headed into the bathroom.

Jing Xiaocha blinked, puzzled, looking toward the bathroom. Wen Jin didn’t close the door, clearly not using the toilet.

The sound of running water came from inside. Before long, Wen Jin carried a basin of warm water to the bedside.

He wrung out a towel and handed it to her, "Wash your face."

"Brother Wen..."

"Don’t say you can handle everything yourself. You are a patient now, and you should have the awareness of a patient."

Wen Jin interrupted Jing Xiaocha, seeming to know everything she wanted to say.

Jing Xiaocha’s lips twitched, "What sort of awareness should a patient have?"

Once she spoke, she wished she could bite her own tongue off. What if Brother Wen got angry?

Wen Jin wasn’t angry; instead, he chuckled softly.

Given how his mood seemed to change as unpredictably as the weather in front of her, he surprisingly explained patiently, "A patient’s awareness is to let others take care of you, instead of trying to be tough about everything."

"..."

Jing Xiaocha opened her mouth but was left speechless.

"Why are you in a daze? Do you need me to help you wash your face?" Wen Jin teased.

"No need."

Jing Xiaocha instinctively shook her head, perhaps genuinely afraid that Wen Jin would help her wash her face again. She couldn’t handle such pampering and, in a panic, even forgot that her right arm was injured.

Her right hand moved to help.

As soon as she moved, it tugged at her wound. Her brow furrowed, and she bit her lip to suppress any sound.

Wen Jin noticed this foolish move, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his dark eyes. He stood up, took the towel directly from her hand, and said, "I just said that you need the awareness of a patient, and now you’re being self-destructive."

"I wasn’t..."

Jing Xiaocha innocently defended herself.

Watching Wen Jin take the towel from her hand, he used his other hand to lock her head in place and began to gently wash her face.

Jing Xiaocha’s heart started to race again.

Her body stiffened slightly, not daring to move and forgetting to stop him.

Wen Jin’s actions weren’t rough; on the contrary, they were gentle and slow, like taking care of a child. The towel’s warmth penetrated her skin and directly reached her heart.

Jing Xiaocha’s whole heart felt warm.

When Wen Jin was washing her face, as the towel reached her chin, his movements became even slower and more tender.

He didn’t directly touch the wound on her neck but slightly shifted her face, his warm breath spraying across her skin.

After carefully observing it for a few seconds, he asked in a soft voice, "Does the wound here still hurt?"

"It doesn’t hurt."

Jing Xiaocha’s voice, even to herself, sounded a bit strange.

There was nothing she could do. Whenever Wen Jin got close, she just couldn’t stay calm.

Her heartbeat kept getting faster and faster, especially when he spoke, his breath grazing her skin, sending tingling sensations all over, making her feel her face flush.

Wen Jin also noticed the change in her voice. Originally staring at her wound, his gaze slightly lifted and flicked over her blushing cheeks, locking eyes with hers.

Jing Xiaocha’s guilty eyes flickered.

Wen Jin’s gaze deepened slightly.

His action of washing her face paused, one hand holding the towel, the other holding her head in place, gazing into her eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly seemed to shift into something subtle.

Something quietly blossomed in the air, slowly spreading...

Jing Xiaocha’s body remained tense, her head held in place, leaving her trapped in Wen Jin’s deep eyes, feeling as though she was being deeply drawn in, unable to escape.

Wen Jin’s gaze fell on her gently pressed red lips, flashing back to the night she had taken the initiative to kiss him. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he slowly leaned down...