But at the same time, Jiang Xun was also aware that Miss Ji had already become pregnant.
It was impossible for the Third Master to be with Miss Qiao now.
Mu Jingxi glanced at him, and Jiang Xun immediately bowed his head, "Third Master, please don't take offense if I've said something wrong."
"Leave."
"Yes, Third Master."
The study returned to serenity.
After smoking two cigarettes, Mu Jingxi left the study and returned to the bedroom.
Qiao An was already fast asleep in the bed, with two wall lamps still lit, casting a warm yellow halo on her face that brought out an age-worn, blurred beauty.
Vintage yet bewitching.
Mu Jingxi's gaze fell on her arm which extended outside the silk quilt, the bloodstain had already scabbed over, but it was still very conspicuous.
He recalled how she adamantly hassled the doctor today, insisting the doctor guarantee not even a small scar would be left on her hand before she was satisfied enough to let the doctor apply the medicine.
