After her rebirth, she became an unattainable woman.

Chapter 166 Who's playing with their life?

Song Qiao checked the time, worried that staying up late would affect his wound recovery, so she picked up the remote and turned off the TV.

"Okay! I'm not watching anymore, I'm going upstairs to sleep."

Upon hearing the word "sleep," Lu Mingxuan stood up from the sofa, looking refreshed.

He seemed completely unharmed. Song Qiao stood there in a daze, wondering: Doesn't he feel any pain? Is he made of iron?

Lu Mingxuan saw the meaning in her eyes and immediately showed weakness, extending his hand to her: "Oh! Help me upstairs!"

Lu Mingxuan wasn't unaffected by the pain; he was just so happy that he forgot about his injury. In his eyes, Song Qiao was the best medicine to heal his wounds.

After reminding him to be careful, Song Qiao helped him stand up from the sofa and slowly walked towards the stairs.

Once we got to the second floor, the motion-activated lights in the hallway came on.

Song Qiao observed that the entire corridor was paved with marble floor tiles, which were brightly lit.

Lu Mingxuan glanced at her and introduced from the end of the corridor: "This is the bedroom, and this is too. The one inside is my bedroom, my parents' room is the one with the middle door, and the one next to my room is the walk-in closet."

He pointed to the opposite side: "This is the bathroom, and this one is too."

After passing through two bathrooms, Lu Mingxuan pointed to the one opposite him and said, "This is the washroom, with separate wet and dry areas. There are skincare products I prepared for you inside. Go in and see if you like them."

Song Qiao looked at him curiously: "How did you know I was coming? Or did you get stabbed today and make this plan beforehand?"

Song Qiao began to suspect that Lu Mingxuan had used the "heroic rescue" tactic to frame her.

"What are you talking about? Who would joke about their own life?"

Lu Mingxuan glanced down at Song Qiao, muttering, "I got such a big cut on my back because of you, can you please not say such hurtful things?"

A sense of guilt arose in Song Qiao's heart, and she looked up at him with an apologetic expression.

"Regarding the skincare products I prepared for you, didn't you say you'd have a chance to come to the Moon Palace when you came to see Jiang Ming that day? So I prepared some for you."

Seeing Lu Mingxuan's aggrieved expression, Song Qiao kept apologizing to him: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way, I was just joking with you, don't be angry!"

Fearing that Lu Mingxuan's anger would affect his wound, Song Qiao quickly patted his chest to help him breathe.

"You know you were wrong, right? Then your punishment is to sleep with me tonight and take care of me!"

Song Qiao's eyes widened when she heard this. She had already decided to stay in the room next to his.

"What? What can I do to you looking like this? Besides, it's not like we haven't slept together before. That night in Yushan, you hugged me like an inflatable doll all night."

"Lu Mingxuan, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you to death!" Song Qiao wouldn't let him mention what happened that night in Yushan. She felt so embarrassed. After waking up, she hugged Lu Mingxuan and put her legs on him. She was speechless.

Song Qiao wished she could disappear into nowhere, but there was no gap on the second floor; it was all covered with seamless marble floors.

"Kill me? Would you really do that?"

Lu Mingxuan stopped at the bedroom door and glanced down at Song Qiao.

"Alright, stop joking around and let's go inside!"

Pushing open the door to the second-floor bedroom, Song Qiao helped Lu Mingxuan onto the large bed.

Looking around the room, it was a full 70 square meters. There was a door in the bedroom that led to the walk-in closet. The large bed had gray sheets that were soft and luxurious.

"what is this?"

Song Qiao looked at a silk nightgown on the bed and asked.

"Prepared for you!"

Song Qiao looked up at Lu Mingxuan, wondering if he had brought someone else back with him.

"If you don't believe me, the tag is still on."

Lu Mingxuan picked up the pajamas, and Song Qiao blushed. There were only two straps on the back, and sure enough, the tag was still on.

Does anyone know you've prepared all this?

Song Qiao blushed and dared not look at Lu Mingxuan as she asked.

She was worried that it wouldn't be good for his parents to come here and see all this.

"Don't worry, my parents have only come once since we bought the house, that was when we bought appliances, and they haven't come since."

Looking at her shy expression, Lu Mingxuan put his arms around her shoulders and looked at her face, which was red to the roots of her ears: "Go take a shower."

Her habit of blushing has never changed. I remember when Jiang Ming announced to the class in our senior year of high school that he was going to date Song Qiao, she reacted like that.

This idea has been ingrained in his mind for so many years.

"Dr. Zhou instructed that you should not have sexual intercourse due to your wound."

After a long pause, Song Qiao finally spoke her mind.

"Zhou Feng told you that?" Lu Mingxuan was so angry he gritted his teeth.

Song Qiao felt annoyed when this was mentioned, but still nodded: "Don't listen to him, he did it on purpose."

Upon hearing this, Song Qiao immediately looked up at him and said, "I don't approve of doing that kind of thing at this time either, after all, you lost so much blood tonight."

Lu Mingxuan smiled and said, "Okay! I'll do whatever you say, whenever you want."

Because his back was injured, Lu Mingxuan could only lie on his side on the bed. After he lay down, Song Qiao said, "I'm going to take a shower, and I'll help you wipe your body later."

Lu Mingxuan nodded, feeling a wonderful mood as spring was about to arrive, with the intoxicating spring breeze. Just thinking about Song Qiao wearing the pajamas he had bought for her made his blood boil.

Song Qiao turned to leave, but Lu Mingxuan took the opportunity to call out to her, "Qiao Qiao, your pajamas!"

Song Qiao looked back at the silk dress on the bed, thought for a moment, and then went over and took it.

Lu Mingxuan turned over, waiting for the scene of a beautiful woman emerging from her bath to appear at the door.

While waiting for Song Qiao to finish showering, Qiao Hongwei called him to remind him that his grandfather's birthday was the day after tomorrow, and he shouldn't forget to come home.

Lu Mingxuan thought for a moment and said, "Okay! I understand."

Lu Mingxuan's maternal grandfather, Qiao Zhennan, was once a leader in Jiangcheng. He had been retired for many years, but whenever he met the younger generation, he would still act as if he were still in office and teach them things like being selfless, upright, and not taking the wrong path.

Although Lu Mingxuan disagreed with his parents, he trusted his maternal grandfather's character and conduct, and he respected him greatly.

If Qiao Hongwei hadn't reminded him, Lu Mingxuan would have completely forgotten about his grandfather's birthday.

After a brief chat with Qiao Hongwei, Lu Mingxuan said he was at his grandfather's house, and the mother and son ended the call.

Just as he put down his phone, Song Qiao walked in. He had expected to see her looking glamorous in her pajamas, but instead, she was wearing a bath towel over them.

At this moment, she was like a pearl that had been covered up, standing at the door, leaving Lu Mingxuan somewhat at a loss.

But when his gaze fell on her fair calves, his heart seemed to be ignited, burning instantly.

Her figure hadn't changed at all after giving birth; on the contrary, it had become even more graceful. Lu Mingxuan's nose was about to bleed. "Qiao Qiao, come here!"

Song Qiao took off her shoes, her bare feet, white as jade, stepped onto the carpet, and slowly walked over.