The Domineering Love: The Little Wife of the Expensive CEO

"Brother...why are you in the kitchen?"

"Then why are you here?"

Nie Zheng subconsciously hid her hands behind her back: "I'm hungry, let me go to the kitchen to find something to eat."

Chong Jianzhi keenly noticed Nie Zheng's actions just now. He did not believe her words, took a few steps forward, and pulled out the arm that she had hidden behind her back.

Looking at her slightly red and swollen hands, Chong Jianzhi frowned inaudibly: "What's going on?"

"It's okay, I accidentally got burned."

"How old are you?"

"twenty two……"

Nie Zheng's well-behaved answer made the usually calm Chong Jianzhi roll his eyes. He took the ice from Nie Zheng's hand and turned to walk towards the door.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Chong Jianzhi sat on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the slightly red wound on the back of her hand. In fact, the wound was not serious, but when he saw it, he always felt that she must be in great pain.

Hiding his heartache, he ordered Nie Zheng, "Come here."

Nie Zheng put her hands behind her back and didn't move.

So Chong Jianzhi said to her again, "Come here."

The towel wrapped in the ice had melted a little due to the sudden rise in temperature and was dripping down Chong Jianzhi's knuckles. Somehow, her eyes were drawn to it and she saw the water flowing down Chong Jianzhi's arm and finally lingering on his gray-black home clothes before disappearing.

She seemed to be bewitched, staring at Chong Jianzhi's bony hands, walking towards him step by step, and finally sitting on his right side. When her wrist was pulled, she did not struggle. Chong Jianzhi lowered his head, and clumps of hair fell in front of his forehead, covering most of his face. Nie Zheng could not see his eyes, but felt that the person in front of her was extremely familiar, yet strange.

Holding Nie Zheng's hand, Chong Jianzhi touched the red and swollen area on the back of her hand with his fingertips as if testing it. Nie Zheng felt the pain and subconsciously shrank back. Chong Jianzhi exerted force to prevent her from retracting her hand. The ice cube pressed against the wound, and it felt dull and less painful.

"Does it hurt?"

Chong Jianzhi was very gentle with his hands, but was still afraid of hurting her.

In fact, it didn't hurt, but she didn't know why, she nodded against her will: "It hurts, just a little bit," she said.

"Deserved it."

Chong Jianzhi spoke bluntly, but his other hand fumbled in his pocket for a long time, and finally took out a piece of candy and stuffed it into her hand. The candy wrapper was bright red, very festive, it should be a piece of wedding candy.

"It was given as a gift from a client for his wedding."

Nie Zheng looked at the candy in her palm and wondered if it was something rare. No, it wasn't. But Chong gradually realized why he put it in his pocket and gave it to her.

Thinking of this, her heart moved. She didn't stop moving her hands, rubbing the candy wrapper twice, but didn't open it, so she gave up. Chong Jianzhi saw it, took the candy casually, and opened the wrapper for Nie Zheng.

Seeing Chong Jianzhi's action, Nie Zheng's heart moved again. This feeling confused her. She was confused as to why she still had such a feeling when facing Chong Jianzhi, facing this nominal brother. This feeling was clearly... wrong. Thinking of this, she felt a little guilty again. This guilt was not towards others, but towards her brother's nominal fiancée, Qiao Xing.

Time passed slowly. After applying the ice, Chong Jianzhi still sat in the living room and did not go back. After a while, Qiao Xing came back. She opened the door and saw the brother and sister. She was obviously a little stunned, and her originally calm emotions began to ripple again.

But she still forced a smile and asked what the two were doing.

Chong Jianzhi did not answer, and Nie Zheng did not speak either.

The tacit silence between the two made Qiao Xing seem so redundant. She forced a smile and brought the water that had just been boiled in the kitchen. On the coffee table were the tea sets that she had just bought. She poured the boiling water into the teapot and sat next to Nie Zheng, no longer wanting to leave.

"I asked Richard to buy some new Tieguanyin tea. You guys are all here. Let's try it together."

Nie Zheng didn't want to drink tea as her hands were still burning with pain.

In fact, no one wanted to drink tea at all, and Qiao Xing just wanted an excuse to stay.

After a while, the tea was ready.

Qiao Xing was busy pouring tea for Nie Zheng. The teacup was next to her hand. Qiao Xing tilted her wrist, and the spout of the teapot tilted a little. The water that was originally flowing down the edge of the teacup suddenly flowed into Nie Zheng's hand.

Maybe it really wasn't intentional. Qiao Xing let out a cry and tilted the spout of the kettle a little more. The movement was too big and some tea flowed out and spilled onto her palm.

Nie Zheng had tea splashed on the back of her hand. Although it was a bit painful, she didn't say anything. Instead, Qiao Xing screamed "Ah" which made people shudder.

"Jianzhi, I'm so stupid that I can get scalded even when pouring water..."

Qiao Xing was acting coquettishly again. She looked up at Chong Jianzhi and held out her slightly red hand towards him.

He didn't say anything, his eyes passed Qiao Xing's hand and fell on Nie Zheng's hand.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts. It hurts so much." Qiao Xing answered to himself.

Chong Jianzhi frowned, his eyes moving from Nie Zheng's hand to her expressionless face.

She didn't say it hurt, nor did she show weakness, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

"Let Richard take you to the hospital."

As he was saying this, the doorbell rang.

It was Richard, and he came to deliver documents to Chong Jianzhi. In addition to the documents, he was holding something in his hand. He handed it to Chong Jianzhi, who raised his chin towards Qiao Xing while taking it.

"Take Qiao Xing to the hospital." Chong Jianzhi flipped through the documents without looking up.

"Richard and I are going to the hospital. After we see the doctor, will you pick me up?" Qiao Xing spoke with obvious coquettishness. "Jianzhi, the weather has been bad recently, and my old waist injury is always painful. It seems that the root of the disease has been left after the car accident. It is difficult to fall asleep at night."

Chong Jianzhi felt as if there was something stuck in his chest, and he always felt depressed. He was indifferent in his heart, but he replied, "I will have a video conference later. If it ends early, I will come over."

Richard took Qiao Xing away.

Before leaving, Qiao Xing gave Nie Zheng a meaningful look, his eyes full of the attitude of a winner, as if between him and Nie Zheng, Chong Jianzhi still chose him.

But she had no idea that it was just an illusion.

After Qiao Xing left, Nie Zheng stood up and said to Chong Jian: "Brother, I'll go back to my room first."

"Wait a moment."

Chong Jianzhi stopped Nie Zheng and picked up the bag that Richard had just brought from the coffee table. Nie Zheng then discovered that the bag contained ointment for treating burns.

"come over."

Chong Jianzhi took Nie Zheng's hand and smeared the ointment on the back of her hand. The new and old wounds overlapped, making Nie Zheng's hand look a little embarrassed. Chong Jianzhi's movements unconsciously became gentle. After applying the ointment twice, he would look up at Nie Zheng to see if her expression had changed and whether he had hurt her.

"……elder brother."

Chong Jianzhi raised his head and looked at Nie Zheng without saying a word.

"thank you."