After her rebirth, she became an unattainable woman.

Chapter 167 Grandpa's Birthday

"Why are you wearing a bath towel?"

A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in Lu Mingxuan's eyes.

"cold!"

Song Qiao gave a lame excuse: the room was warm, so it wasn't cold at all.

"Come here! Let me warm you up."

Song Qiao slowly walked out of the large bed, each step taken with care.

Before he even reached the bedside, Lu Mingxuan stood up, reached out and pulled her into his arms, tossing the bath towel in a beautiful arc to the ground.

"This thing is in the way!"

At this moment, Song Qiao was not only standing next to Lu Mingxuan with no view of her, but he also held her hand and spun her around.

"She's absolutely gorgeous, like a lotus emerging from the water, as beautiful as a fairy."

After a sigh, Lu Mingxuan pressed her down on the bed: "Just wait, I'll go get the hairdryer."

Seeing Lu Mingxuan walk out of the bedroom as if nothing had happened, Song Qiao threw off the covers and hid inside.

When Lu Mingxuan came out with the hairdryer, he saw Song Qiao in bed and said, "Get up, I'll dry your hair for you!"

Song Qiao looked at him: "I'll put it there myself!"

"Get up!"

Without saying a word, Lu Mingxuan pulled back the covers and dragged Song Qiao out of bed.

"I can manage on my own!"

Song Qiao was convinced and, fearing that his wound would be aggravated, quickly got out of bed to cooperate.

"Sit still! I'll help you."

While drying Song Qiao's hair, Lu Mingxuan looked down at her and said, "Don't worry, I won't touch you."

Upon hearing this, Song Qiao dared to look up at him, and that one glance made Lu Mingxuan's eyes widen.

At that moment, her black pupils were like black pearls, and her whites were as clear as the blue sky. Her bright, clear eyes looked at him, captivating him instantly.

"Qiao Qiao!" Lu Mingxuan's Adam's apple bobbed, his mouth was dry, and he called out to her with undisguised infatuation in his eyes.

Song Qiao looked up at him and reminded him, "Hurry up and help me blow-dry my hair!"

Upon hearing Song Qiao's reminder, Lu Mingxuan picked up the hair dryer, turned it on, and slowly began to dry her hair.

The shampoo had a faint lavender scent; it was a shampoo that Lu Mingxuan had noticed she used and bought especially for her.

"How did you know I like the scent of lavender?" Song Qiao sat there motionless, like an obedient little girl.

Lu Mingxuan said, "You forgot? Back in high school, you loved lavender. You wore lavender-colored sweaters and used lavender-scented soap. I remember all of that."

Hearing this, Song Qiao felt a surge of emotion. Fortunately, she was given a second chance at life; otherwise, she would have regretted it so much on her way to the underworld that she wouldn't want to go to the Bridge of Helplessness.

After drying her hair, Lu Mingxuan put the hairdryer aside and stroked her smooth black hair, saying, "All done!"

Song Qiao looked up and said, "I'll get you some water to wash your body."

"Don't rush!"

Lu Mingxuan pressed Song Qiao, who was trying to get up, down onto her and said, "It's more comfortable to lie like this with your back injured."

Song Qiao was completely bewildered: He wouldn't just sleep on top of her like this, would he?

"Um... Mingxuan, you're making it hard for me to breathe."

Song Qiao lay there motionless, seemingly sensing something amiss in his body. As someone who had been through similar experiences, she could sense it.

"Me too!"

After saying this, Lu Mingxuan stared intently at her: "Zhou Feng is wrong. I am a doctor, I know my injury, it won't affect my performance."

“This…Mingxuan…”

The moment Song Qiao's mouth was gagged, she knew that all her reasons for tonight were in vain.

"Don't move! I'm injured."

After Lu Mingxuan said this, his kisses became cautious, but when Song Qiao really didn't dare to move, he increased the speed.

In less than ten minutes, Song Qiao responded.

She told herself that she loved him, that he had waited for her for eight years and had fallen out with his family for her sake, and that she no longer wanted to remain silent.

Song Qiao also knew that she and Jiang Ming were divorced, but divorce was inevitable. Their irreconcilable differences meant that they could never go back to the way things were, and they couldn't even be friends anymore.

Clearing their minds of all distractions, Song Qiao and Lu Mingxuan responded, their initial passivity turning into initiative, culminating in a passionate kiss.

"Are you sure the knife wound on your back is alright?"

At this moment, Song Qiao remained rational and asked Lu Mingxuan a question.

"I'm sure!"

Lu Mingxuan, his voice hoarse, gazed at Song Qiao with rapt attention as he answered.

"Mingxuan, I love you!"

Facing Lu Mingxuan's eyes, which were as bright as the starry sky, Song Qiao was completely captivated.

The two moved cautiously, but their hearts were like a raging storm, wishing they could swallow each other whole.

Lu Mingxuan, lying on the bed, released all the emotions he had waited eight long years for.

"Watch out for the wound on your back!"

Song Qiao looked into his eyes and reminded him.

"Ok!"

Despite his answer, Lu Mingxuan did not pause for a moment. He stopped as sweat soaked his short hair.

Seeing him like this, Song Qiao sat up worriedly: "Are you alright?"

Lu Mingxuan smiled weakly, a smile that reached her heart and lungs.

"I'm fine. Weren't you helping me clean up?"

Upon hearing this, Song Qiao sat up in bed, took two steps, and then stopped.

"What happened?" Lu Mingxuan looked at Song Qiao with concern, thinking he had hurt her.

"Nothing,"

Despite the discomfort of walking, she endured it and went to the bathroom.

Just as she was about to fill the basin and carry it to the bedroom, Lu Mingxuan appeared at the door.

He walked in standing there, with the bath towel he had thrown in the bedroom wrapped around his waist.

"If it's inconvenient for you, I'll help you!"

Lu Mingxuan nodded and said, "Just fill the bathtub halfway with water, otherwise it will get on the wound."

"Okay!" Song Qiao filled the bathroom tub halfway with water, looked at the bandage on his chest and the wound on his back, and then helped him into the tub.

"I'll wash it for you!"

Song Qiao stood by the bathtub wearing that backless nightgown and said.

"it is good!"

Lu Mingxuan held onto the edge of the bathtub with both hands, looked up at Song Qiao who was carefully bathing him, and said, "Go to Wenzhen tomorrow and see if we can find the child. After we get there, find out who that masked man from last night was."

Song Qiao agreed and said, "Tomorrow I'll go to the hospital to see my mom first, then go to the company to see my dad, and then I'll go see the kids."

"I will go with you."

Song Qiao stopped asking Lu Mingxuan about his job. She had already heard everything; he had already resigned. At worst, she could just let him run the company with her.

"It's my grandfather's birthday the day after tomorrow, and I'd like to take you with me."

Hearing Lu Mingxuan's words, Song Qiao shook her head: "We're not divorced yet, it's not appropriate for us to go. Let's wait until next time."

Lu Mingxuan thought for a moment and said, "The divorce case will be in court in two months. You have nothing to do with him now. Go ahead, I want to take you to meet my grandparents."

Fearing that going would cause unpleasantness for the whole family, Song Qiao straightened up and looked at Lu Mingxuan: "How about this, after your grandfather's birthday, I'll go with you."

"I won't be going the day after tomorrow."