Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 201 - 194: Various Bigwigs Pay New Year Respects to Qiao Jing

Chapter 201 -194: Various Bigwigs Pay New Year Respects to Qiao Jing

Qiao Jing was not foolish, she guessed what the man was thinking about as he stared at her lips.

This damn man, really is—

“You look gentle and refined, like a true gentleman, but I didn’t expect you to be so—”

“Lustful?” Zhan Qipei picked up where Qiao Jing left off.

Qiao Jing raised her exquisitely delicate eyebrows, “That’s what you said.”

Seeing the small expression on Qiao Jing’s face, Zhan Qipei thought she was extremely cute.

“Yes, I said it. Besides, I’m a man. When facing the person I like, having such thoughts is normal, isn’t it?”

By now, Qiao Jing had become immune to men’s frequent confessions.

Just ignore it.

“So, do you want to?” Zhan Qipei pursed his thin lips as he continued to gaze at Qiao Jing’s mouth.

Qiao Jing threw him a look, letting him figure it out on his own.

Zhan Qipei’s eyes showed a hint of regret, he knew it would end like this.

Thinking, Zhan Qipei’s gaze fell on the lipstick in Qiao Jing’s hand, he slightly squinted his eyes, fell silent for two seconds, then spoke, “Lend me the lipstick for a sec.”

“Hmm?” Although puzzled, Qiao Jing still handed over the lipstick to Zhan Qipei.

“My lips are dry.” After saying this, Zhan Qipei twisted open the cap and applied the lipstick carefully across his lips.

Initially, Qiao Jing did not think much of it, but then, noticing the subtly lifted corners of the man’s lips, a peculiar look gradually appeared in her eyes.

When she focused again, the smirk on Zhan Qipei’s lips had vanished, replaced by a very normal, very serious expression.

Huh?

Was she overthinking? Or was the man thinking too much? Did he smile just now or not?

“There.” Zhan Qipei handed the lipstick back to Qiao Jing, looking as if nothing had happened, while inside, his heart was ablaze as if in fire.

Especially his lips, now tingling and feeling electrified from the moisturizing lipstick.

The more Qiao Jing stared at the lipstick, the more bizarre her feelings grew.

Zhan Qipei noticed Qiao Jing’s reaction and guessed what she was thinking. He deliberately shifted his gaze and said, “Do you have a phobia of germs? Then just throw the lipstick away. I’ll buy you a new one later.”

Qiao Jing snapped out of her thoughts, and casually placed the lipstick on the bedside table.

“I’m not like you, I don’t have that many quirks. This lipstick is quite nice, to throw it away after just a couple of uses would be too extravagant and wasteful.”

Grandpa Zhang had always taught her to be thrifty and frugal, telling her that no matter how much money she made in the future, she should never forget this traditional virtue. Qiao Jing had always kept these words close to her heart.

After the night had passed, everything outside was blanketed in pristine white snow.

Standing by the window, looking into the distance, she felt particularly at ease.

“Get ready, we’re going to visit Second Grandpa today,” Zhan Qipei came in and said.

Zhan Qipei’s Second Grandpa, Zhan Kaiyang, was Zhan Yuanshan’s younger brother. Although the two families didn’t interact much on regular days, they still visited each other during festivals and holidays.

It wasn’t long before Qiao Jing followed Zhan Qipei to Zhan Kaiyang’s home.

While the Zhan Family chatted, and since Qiao Jing was not familiar with them, she felt bored and started checking her phone.

Just as she did, she received a message from Zhou Fu.

“Master, are you home today? I want to come over for New Year’s greetings.”

“I’m not home in the morning, I’ll be back in the afternoon,” Qiao Jing replied, “You don’t need to give me New Year’s greetings, just go give it to your own family.”

“You are my master, you are my family. I should rightly give you New Year’s greetings.”

Seeing this message, a warm smile formed at the corners of Qiao Jing’s mouth, warmth spreading straight to the bottom of her heart.

After Grandpa Zhang passed away, she had almost no family left.

Lin Xiuxiang was one of them, regarding others, although she had many good friends, only good friends, they were still quite different from family.

Zhan Qipei saw the blissful smile cresting at Qiao Jing’s lips and curiously glanced over at Qiao Jing’s phone.

So it was because of this…

“You have me too, I’m your husband, and I’m also your closest family right now.”

Qiao Jing furrowed her brow, unwilling to discuss this topic that would lead nowhere.

“Ding—” Another message arrived.

Who was it sending her messages now?

Zhan Qipei once more peered at Qiao Jing’s phone, afraid that a wolf might come snatch his little white rabbit.

Fortunately, that wasn’t the case.

It was just—

He hadn’t expected the message sender to be the Master of Chinese Painting, Old Master Han, Han Zhiyu.

What surprised Zhan Qipei even more was that Han Zhiyu was also coming to wish Qiao Jing a happy Chinese New Year.

Logically, since Qiao Jing was the younger one, shouldn’t she be the one to wish Han Zhiyu a happy New Year?

“Ding—”

“Ding—”

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Several beeps in a row.

Qiao Jing picked up her phone and stepped out, leaving Zhan Qipei knowing that she didn’t want anyone to follow her or see.

When he quickly glanced earlier, it seemed like the people messaging her had notes like “Professor,” “Master,” “Minister,” and such.

Not sure if he had seen it wrong, but he even saw a note labeled “Governor.”

Which Governor? The one from their Imperial Capital?

Zhan Qipei lifted his hand to his chin, analyzing the situation meticulously.

Qiao Jing was no ordinary person; after all, she was the renowned Divine Doctor Jing from the Imperial Capital and she herself was an Imperial Capital local. So even if it was really that person sending Qiao Jing greetings, it would make sense.

But it could also be that he had seen it wrong. Although “Divine Doctor” was a strong title, it wasn’t national team level. The title of Divine Doctor was completely given out of admiration for Qiao Jing.

“Ding—”, Zhan Qipei also received a greeting message from the Governor.

Their Zhan Family was the leader of the Imperial Capital’s industries and he was the richest man in the Empire, so that person sent him messages every year.

Curiosity suddenly piqued in Zhan Qipei’s heart. If he borrowed Qiao Jing’s phone and opened that person’s user information, everything would come to light.

Of course, Zhan Qipei was just thinking about it. If he really did it and Qiao Jing found out, she would definitely be very angry.

That said, regardless of whether it was that person messaging Qiao Jing, it didn’t concern him. He was only interested in Qiao Jing herself, not about whether she was the Divine Doctor Jing.

Qiao Jing, holding her phone, walked in the garden until someone obstructed her path.

Looking up, the person blocking her wasn’t anyone else but Zhan Kaiyang’s grandson, Zhan Nan.

“What’s up?” Qiao Jing had just spoken when she felt someone approaching from behind and stopped.

Qiao Jing looked back with a hint of wariness in her eyes.

A face identical to Zhan Nan, it was Zhan Nan’s twin brother, Zhan Bei.

The brothers eyed Qiao Jing with a look that was nearly like sizing up prey.

Qiao Jing was familiar with such gazes; when she used to walk on the streets and encountered ruffians, those social parasites would look at her just like this.

“Tsk tsk tsk— your skin is really white, feels whiter than snow,” Zhan Nan said, lecherously gazing at Qiao Jing’s face and neck while stroking his chin.

Zhan Bei did the same, “She’s also got a good figure, not a D but at least a C?”