Rebirth: He refused to Divorce Again-Chapter 241 - Are You Disgusted with My Hands

Chapter 241: Chapter 241 Are You Disgusted with My Hands?

Chapter 241 -241 Are You Disgusted with My Hands?

Qin Yize stood up for her and vented for her, so if she kept worrying about this and that, wouldn’t she be boosting others’ morale while undermining her own prestige?

Indeed, Qin Yize’s eyes lit up as he took a deep look at Gu Qiaoqiao, grabbed her hand without saying a second word, and walked briskly outside with a smile in his eyes.

Gu Qiaoqiao did not pull away, letting Qin Yize’s large hand envelop her smaller one.

At this moment, what if Xino and Alina were secretly watching them in the restaurant? Wouldn’t that embarrass Qin Yize?

Gu Qiaoqiao was also very curious.

She looked down at Qin Yize’s hand and asked, “Your punch was so fast, how long have you been training?”

Qin Yize opened the car door, reluctantly let go of her hand, and let Gu Qiaoqiao get in the car first. He leaned against the car door, his pose lazy, his voice filled with the pleasure of laughter, “Do you really think it was fast?”

“Mm, so fast that even Xino didn’t react…”

“I was brought to the Qin Family’s Courtyard by my Great Grandfather when I was five. He hired a martial arts instructor with excellent skills for me. I had to punch the sandbag for three hours every day. If I didn’t, I wasn’t allowed to eat.”

Having said that, Qin Yize closed the car door, walked around the front of the car, and got in.

Gu Qiaoqiao thought about when she was five years old.

What was she doing at that age? It seems like she was carving wooden bowls with her grandfather.

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She looked at Qin Yize and suddenly felt a sense of empathy.

His hand rested on the steering wheel.

His hands, with their distinct joints, were as beautiful as jade carvings.

Yet she had never imagined they were filled with endless strength.

She shifted slightly to the side and leaned in closer to have another look. Qin Yize watched her with amusement, “Are you checking for wounds or calluses?”

As he spoke, he loosened his grip and extended his hand to Gu Qiaoqiao, slowly unfolding it. His voice was soft and gentle as water, “There are calluses in the palm of my hand. I remember that time in the mountains, you were complaining about my hands…”

Gu Qiaoqiao’s clear eyes shifted, and she defended herself with a bit of embarrassment, “That’s not true…”

Qin Yize laughed softly.

A moment later, he asked Gu Qiaoqiao, “Do you think the Great Grandfather was too strict to have a five-year-old practice with the sandbag?”

Gu Qiaoqiao shook her head, her gaze fixed ahead as she reminisced, “Not really, when I was five, I also learned carving with my grandfather. My first creation was a wooden bowl. At that time, my mom had raised twelve chicks, so I carved chicks all around the bowl. My grandfather said I had amazing talent, and he held the bowl with tears in his eyes. I didn’t understand at the time and told him that he could use the bowl for eating, assuring him it wouldn’t break…”

At this point, Gu Qiaoqiao’s lips curled up into a smile.

Qin Yize turned his head and said with a smile, “You must have been scolded…”

“You know the story about the wooden bowl too?” Gu Qiaoqiao asked in surprise.

“Of course, the elders always hope their children are filial, so they often use the story of the wooden bowl to admonish them…”

“Hehe…” Gu Qiaoqiao laughed softly, “I have a good memory. I remember what happened when I was five. I was scolded by my mom, but my grandfather didn’t care at all. He said, when he got old and his hands became shaky, he would use my wooden bowl to eat.”

Although Gu Qiaoqiao was laughing, her eyes were filled with tears.

Even though she didn’t understand why her grandfather hid her family background from her, he was the best grandfather in the world.

He and my grandmother were very much in love.

My grandmother passed away before my grandfather.

After that, my grandfather actually was not happy at all.

Gu Qiaoqiao thought, my grandfather and grandmother passed away one after the other, with three years apart.

It really lived up to the saying: “Waiting on the bridge of helplessness for three years.”