Chapter 1636

Zhao Desan hadn't expected Zheng Jie to be so stubborn. With eyes blazing, he shouted at Zheng Jie in a low, fierce voice: "Fine, fine, I'm nothing, I'm just a bastard, okay!" After saying this, he turned and walked toward the door...

Zhao Desan truly hadn't expected Zheng Jie to give him the cold shoulder, showing him no face at all. He had originally thought that Zheng Jie would at least reply to him, allowing him to stop and reason with her. An even better outcome would have been for Zheng Jie to see him angry and leaving, to completely soften up and desperately hold onto him, not letting him go. But Zhao Desan was too confident; Zheng Jie had no intention of keeping him, which left Zhao Desan feeling quite embarrassed. Leave? Or not leave? If he left, it would be even harder to come back. If he didn't leave, wouldn't he be slapping his own face?

This conflicted psychology made Zhao Desan absent-mindedly reach for the latch on the door, thinking to himself: "Damn it, since you are heartless, don't blame me for being unrighteous!" He grabbed the door handle with force, pulling hard. As it happened, his finger slipped onto the edge of the latch, and a piercing pain instantly shot through Zhao Desan's entire body...

"Ouch..." Zhao Desan screamed involuntarily, pulling his hand back in pain as fresh blood immediately began to flow... He felt he was truly unlucky; this wasn't the first time he'd been cut by a door latch!

Zheng Jie, who had been standing at the kitchen entrance, watched Zhao Desan's comical appearance. At first, she thought he was intentionally putting on a show to trick her, but when she saw him spinning in circles from the pain and saw the blood dripping onto the floor, she rushed forward regardless of anything else. She reached out, grabbed Zhao Desan's hand, and took a look. Heavens, the wound was not light. Without a second thought, she put Zhao Desan's cut finger into her mouth...

Zhao Desan's finger was cut, and the pain went without saying, but it wasn't enough to make him lose consciousness. So, when Zheng Jie grabbed his hand and put his finger into her mouth regardless of anything else, he definitely didn't pull Zhao Desan into his arms because of the pain!

"Stop messing around! Let's see how the wound is first?" Zheng Jie pushed Zhao Desan, trying to break free from his embrace, while asking with concern.

"No, if losing a finger could win your forgiveness, sister-in-law, I would rather let it be cut off!" Zhao Desan said sincerely.

Hearing Zhao Desan's words, Zheng Jie's tense body suddenly relaxed, and she went limp in Zhao Desan's arms, a stream of hot tears rolling down...

895. Chapter 882: Holding Tighter

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