Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 298 - 288: Zhan Qipei Forcefully Kisses Qiao Jing

Chapter 298: Chapter 288: Zhan Qipei Forcefully Kisses Qiao Jing

Qiao Jing was led by Zhan Qipei all the way out to the bar.

It was only when they reached a less crowded area that Zhan Qipei finally released Qiao Jing’s hand.

The stifling feeling in his chest seemed to have finally found an outlet.

Zhan Qipei turned around with a gloomy face, his dark eyes meeting Qiao Jing’s beautiful ones.

“Why were you drinking with Wu Xirui? Didn’t you tell me that you two were just doctor and patient? Does being doctor and patient include going out for drinks at night?”

Qiao Jing frowned slightly, displeased by the accusation and retorted without answering.

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“Didn’t you tell me you had a very important meeting?”

Zhan Qipei was startled for a moment, realizing it was he who had lied first. His tense expression softened, and his tone became much gentler.

“You first answer me, why were you drinking with Wu Xirui?

Also, you clearly saw me, so why didn’t you come over to find me, but stayed there drinking with him?”

Qiao Jing pursed her lips, looking into Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes and finding suspicion, sadness, and anger there.

She had already explained herself in the bar, but Zhan Qipei just wouldn’t believe her, and she didn’t want to explain any further.

“This is my affair, and it has nothing to do with you, just like Wu Xirui said. Our marriage was set for a certain duration, and we would divorce when that time came. Moreover, we had agreed not to interfere with each other’s lives. I have kept to that, what about you?”

Zhan Qipei’s expression went blank for an instant. When this similar phrase had come from Wu Xirui, he only felt angry.

But when these words came from Qiao Jing’s mouth, it felt like a blunt knife was grinding over and over on his heart.

Zhan Qipei’s face darkened again, his lips pinched into a straight line without any curve, his tone much heavier.

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“At least we are not divorced yet, why did you have to drink with Wu Xirui? He was even about to wipe your leg!”

His temples throbbed abruptly, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything excessive to Qiao Jing, only desperately suppressing his emotions.

Qiao Jing, feeling exhausted, rubbed her temples. This was the first time Zhan Qipei and she had argued, and although she thought she could handle it, she hadn’t expected it to be such a headache.

She took a deep breath and slowly spoke.

“Do you really not trust me that much?”

Zhan Qipei was stumped by this question. How could he possibly not trust Qiao Jing?

He had believed every word she said before without any reservation, but now, just thinking of her drinking with Wu Xirui made his rationale reach the brink of collapse.

“I do trust you! It’s one thing for you to come to a bar, but the way you two talked looked very intimate. If I hadn’t intervened, would you have let him wipe your leg?”

“Zhan! Qi! Pei!” These three words almost popped out from between Qiao Jing’s teeth.

She rarely got this angry, but Zhan Qipei’s words had really crossed the line.

Just then, a drop of cold rain landed on Qiao Jing’s face, slightly calming the anger that had risen within her.

After calming down a bit, Qiao Jing looked up to see that the originally clear and starry night sky was now dark and overcast.

The raindrops falling on her face grew more intense, making Qiao Jing even more irritable.

Taking a deep breath and with a cool expression, she faced Zhan Qipei.

“I have said all I need to say, with a clear conscience, and I don’t want to undergo your interrogation anymore.”

Having said that, Qiao Jing paused, her expression turning even colder and more distant as if to push people thousands of miles away.

This made Zhan Qipei instantly nervous.

The next second, Qiao Jing continued from where she had left off.

“Zhan Qipei, let’s divorce.”

The way Qiao Jing said it was not asking for approval but stating a fact.

She wanted a divorce!

There was no room for negotiation.

Zhan Qipei’s pupils suddenly contracted, his handsome face filled with astonishment and disbelief.

He realized that she had indeed been prepared from early on to divorce him. No wonder she had been drinking with Wu Xinrui.

He opened his mouth, his gaze towards Qiao Jing somewhat dazed, his hands hanging by his thighs began to tremble uncontrollably as he struggled to utter the following words.

“Divorce me and then go find Wu Xirui and be with him?”

Without a word, Qiao Jing rolled her eyes. Zhan Qipei’s unreasonable annoyance made her feel very troubled, unwilling to explain any further.

“We really are not suitable for each other.”

From the beginning, she had noticed that they were not suitable, so indeed they were not.

After saying these words, Qiao Jing turned around without hesitation and walked towards the distant curtain of rain.

The cold rain hit Zhan Qipei’s face, trickling along his hair strands into his eyes, blurring his vision gradually.

But in his eyes, Qiao Jing and everything else in the world seemed separated; he could still clearly see her cold and resolute silhouette.

Gradually, a layer of fine, slight pain seemed to appear on Zhan Qipei’s face, the cold rain as if turning into sharp silver needles, incessantly pricking his face.

His expression remained gloomy, his burning heart seemingly extinguished by the rain, turning icy cold.

Zhan Qipei’s hands and feet seemed to start becoming icy, his bitterness and anger intertwining in his heart.

Suddenly!

Scenes of Qiao Jing drinking and laughing with Wu Xirui started to automatically loop in his mind.

Zhan Qipei’s breathing grew much heavier. The thread named rationality that had been tightly stretched, snapped when he saw Qiao Jing’s silhouette about to disappear around the corner.

He quickly moved forward, grabbed Qiao Jing’s slender wrist, forcefully turned her around, and pushed her against a wall with an overhead shelter, preventing them from getting drenched in the rain any further.

The first thing that struck Qiao Jing’s eyes was the hurt expression on Zhan Qipei, which involuntarily made her think of a soaked little dog in the rain.

The dull pain in Zhan Qipei’s heart surged again. He opened his mouth to speak those words but inexplicably lost his voice.

Qiao Jing was in no mood to continue arguing with Zhan Qipei, trying to pull her hand back.

“I have nothing to discuss with you, let go.”

Zhan Qipei, as if stung by these words, yelled uncontrollably.

“Do you really want to divorce me that much? There’s only twenty-eight days left, don’t you want to spend them with me? The divorce papers are ready, just waiting for my signature?”

But only he knew that from the moment Qiao Jing mentioned divorce, he had already lost his rationality.

Qiao Jing furrowed her brows.

Hmm?

Divorce papers?

Before she could ask, a kiss stopped her unfinished words completely.

This kiss contained Zhan Qipei’s anger. He gently bit her vermilion lips as if to punish, intending to leave his mark on her lips.

Yet, in the end, he could not bear to hurt Qiao Jing, instead drawing the air from her lips, prying open her teeth.

Qiao Jing had initially felt a strange sensation surge in her heart upon seeing his puppy-like expression.

But his forceful kiss skyrocketed her anger, her hand pressing against Zhan Qipei’s chest, trying hard to push him away.

Zhan Qipei’s strong arms firmly imprisoned her waist, pulling her close in front of him, restricting her movement and leaving her no chance to resist.