The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 220 - Jiang Zhi assists Fang Bao with brushing teeth

Chapter 220: 220: Jiang Zhi assists Fang Bao with brushing teeth, going to the toilet, and during the postpartum confinement (second update)

Chapter 220: 220: Jiang Zhi assists Fang Bao with brushing teeth, going to the toilet, and during the postpartum confinement (second update)

Qiao Nanchu put down his cup, “If you don’t speak now, it will be dawn soon.”

Her skirt was wrinkled from her own clutching, and as she loosened her grip, she poured more hot water into his cup, her drooping eyelashes fluttering randomly.

“My biological parents are close relatives,” she said in sign language.

“I know.”

Because they were close relatives, Wen Ya didn’t show a shred of affection for her. The backward village on Da Mai Mountain blamed her for everything, including famine and drought.

The first time he saw her was on Da Mai Mountain, where people had locked her in a cage to sink in a pond.

“I am deaf and mute because there is a problem with my chromosomes.”

The sign language for the word “chromosome” was quite rare.

Qiao Nanchu didn’t understand, but he guessed what she was trying to say, “I know all of this.”

He had a rough idea of what she was going to say next.

“This condition cannot be cured, and cochlear implants won’t work either.” Her hands paused briefly before continuing the signs, “Any children we might have in the future could also be abnormal.”

Qiao Nanchu leaned back, his posture relaxed, “So, what is your conclusion?”

She must have been very nervous, as a faint blush that wasn’t too noticeable on her face had now become evident, “If you don’t mind all this—”

“I don’t mind.”

Afraid she hadn’t clearly seen his lip-reading, Qiao Nanchu also expressed it once more in sign language, “I don’t mind.”

From the moment he had the thought about her, he had looked fifty years into the future, prepared whether or not to have children, or if they were to have children with disabilities.

“We, we,”

She couldn’t complete the sentence after trying to sign it twice, her face turning embarrassingly red, her movements sluggish, hardly daring to look in his eyes.

After all, she was young with thin skin.

Not like Qiao Nanchu, an old fox who could seduce people, “I don’t care about the other stuff,” he leaned forward, the two separated by a coffee table, “just one thing, answer me properly.”

Wen Baiyang nodded.

Just one thing he needed to confirm, “Do you like me?”

He asked so directly…

Wen Baiyang’s ears turned red as well, she gave him a timid glance, expressing very tactfully, “I want to live with you.”

He was not satisfied with that answer.

“Answer again.” He held her flushing face, his gaze fervent and direct, wanting to see the reflection of himself deep in her eyes, he asked once more, “Do you like me?”

She didn’t use sign language; her lips parted and without a sound, she said, “I like you.”

How could she not like him? Her life was his, and from the day she arrived in Imperial City, she had been ready to give him everything she had.

She didn’t know if this was love. She only knew that after she turned eighteen, she began to feel anxious and insecure, afraid that once she came of age, he wouldn’t care for her anymore. That’s why she moved out, trying not to bother him at all, afraid she would annoy him.

“Just past midnight.” Qiao Nanchu smiled at her, “Wen Baiyang, today is our first day together. Remember the date, we’ll celebrate it in the future.”

She nodded shyly, “I’ll remember.”

She thought, now that she was his girlfriend, he wouldn’t neglect her anymore.

Midnight, the night was deep and quiet, outside a full moon hung, accompanied by a few stars.

Jiang Zhi was still in the hospital room, having changed clothes, with no intention of leaving.

Zhou Xufang was beginning to recover a bit, just weakened from too much blood loss, but it was Jiang Zhi who looked pale, “Are you not going home to sleep?”

He stated he would not leave, “I’ll stay here with you.”

There was only one bed in the hospital room. Zhou Xufang moved a little to the side, “Come up and sleep.” Her body temperature was low, and the room’s heat was off; she was worried Jiang Zhi would catch a cold given his poor health.

Jiang Zhi remained seated and unmoved, “You have injuries, and I don’t sleep well, I might kick you.”

“Where will you sleep?”

He said, “On the floor.” He didn’t even dare to lie down beside her bed, fearing he’d act inappropriately in his sleep because of the cold and chilly hospital environment, Zhou Xufang urged him, “You should just go home and sleep. I don’t need company.”

Jiang Zhi refused to leave, “If I go home, I won’t be able to sleep either.” He made sure her blanket was tucked in tightly, “Don’t worry about me, you go to sleep first.”

Unable to persuade him, Zhou Xufang felt weak and really tired, but said, “I want to brush my teeth.”

“Stay lying down, don’t move.”

Jiang Zhi fetched a toothbrush, cup, and a small basin from the bathroom, supporting her as she sat up, “You can’t move your hands around, it might pull at the wound.” He only filled the cup halfway with cold water, added some hot water to it, and brought it to Zhou Xufang’s lips, “I’ll help you brush.”

It wasn’t the first time he had brushed her teeth; the last time, when she was drunk, he had done the same.

No wonder Xue Baoyi joked about him raising a daughter.

“Open your mouth.”

“Okay.” Zhou Xufang took a mouthful of warm water.

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Jiang Zhi held the basin for her to spit the water back into it. The VIP ward’s toothbrush was a bit too hard, so he brushed gently and slowly.

Zhou Xufang’s mouth was open, toothpaste foam dripping onto his hand.

She pushed his hand, holding the toothbrush away, and Jiang Zhi pulled out a wet wipe to clean her mouth, neglecting the foam on his own hand.

Jiang Zhi was quite the clean freak.

Zhou Xufang had almost forgotten, and she asked, “Jiang Zhi, don’t you find me dirty?”

Jiang Zhi handed her the cup again, “Rinse.”

“Okay.”

After she spat the rinse water into the basin and finished rinsing, she took a wet wipe to clean Jiang Zhi’s hands, worried he’d find her dirty because of his obsession with cleanliness.

Jiang Zhi moved the basin away and wiped off the toothpaste residue at the corner of her mouth, “When we kiss, I swallow your saliva, why would I find you dirty? Silly.”

Right.

He even ate her leftovers, Zhou Xufang thought, perhaps her influence had cured Jiang Zhi of his cleanliness obsession.

After brushing teeth, it was time to prepare for bed.

Zhou Xufang said, a bit embarrassed, “I need to use the bathroom.” She had received several IV drips…

Jiang Zhi pondered for a moment and asked, “Here or in the bathroom?”

Here?

Zhou Xufang decisively replied with a flushed face, “In the bathroom.”

Jiang Zhi hesitated then said, “Better do it here. You have a wound on your back, and lifting you might hurt it.” He glanced at the small basin, “I can look away.”

So embarrassing…

Zhou Xufang felt that Jiang Zhi misunderstood, thinking she was incapacitated, “My legs are fine, I can walk on my own.”

Saying this, she got out of bed.

Jiang Zhi called out for her to take it easy while going to help her and managed to push the IV stand with one hand.

The VIP ward’s bathroom was just inside, a short walk away. Jiang Zhi said “Take it slow” four times while assisting her to the bathroom and even asked, “Do you need my help?”

Zhou Xufang, pale as she was, flushed again, “No!”

Jiang Zhi remained calm, despite his red ears, and unembarrassed, he said, “Why be shy with me? When you have a baby, I’ll be the one taking care of you during your confinement.”

The image suddenly flooding Zhou Xufang’s mind made her say, “…get out.”

Changling Genetic Medicine Research Room.

Changling Hospital had a genetic medicine project, with a phase review scheduled for next week. It was past midnight, yet several key members were still busy in the research room.

“Dr. Xiao, is there some good news?” The speaker was the youngest member of the research team, named Gu Zhongmei, in his forties and looking very intellectual, “You seem to be in a good mood.”