Li Qinghe happened to be carrying hot water in when she stumbled upon this scene, Madam Zhao caught Li Qinghe's eye and, feeling embarrassed, coughed awkwardly twice before leaving, not forgetting to cast a fierce glance at Li Qinghe as she went out. Li Qinghe was full of helplessness and grievance; Madam Zhao, every time she was upset by Qiao Yuanzhen, would always take it out on her, as if it was her fault that Qiao Yuanzhen acted this way!
Li Qinghe set the hot water down on a footstool nearby, soaked a towel in it, wrung it out, and then handed the towel to Qiao Yuanzhen, "Husband, wash your face."
Qiao Yuanzhen stared steadily at Li Qinghe for a moment, casually setting down the bowl of chicken soup he was holding on the table, but he did not take the towel from Li Qinghe's hand, his gaze incomprehensible to her.
Qiao Yuanzhen raised his hand and slapped Li Qinghe across the face, a sharp "smack" echoing clearly.
