Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 299 - 289: Are You Sick?

Chapter 299: Chapter 289: Are You Sick?

Qiao Jing’s eyebrows were closely furrowed as her gaze shifted to Zhan Qipei’s lips. Her chest gently heaved once, her mind made up, she opened her red lips and bit down hard on the man’s mouth.

“Hiss—”

A pained grunt came from the man’s mouth, and his movements halted at that moment.

Qiao Jing gritted her teeth, and taking advantage of this moment, she pushed the man away vigorously, leaning against the wall and panting slightly.

The rising temperature between the two abruptly dropped, returning to normal.

Once Qiao Jing recovered, she saw where the man’s lip was broken, tiny beads of blood oozing out, his proud chest heaving irregularly, fury burning in his eyes, and a chilling coldness at the bottom of them.

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“Zhan Qipei, are you sick, or what!”

Zhan Qipei raised his hand, wiping the blood from his lips with his thumb. After the blood smeared into a red stain on his thin lips, he licked them, the sweet metallic taste gradually spreading in his mouth.

He weakly hooked the corner of his lips.

“Yes, I am sick, and you are my medicine.”

Hearing the man’s words and observing his actions, Qiao Jing momentarily lost her focus.

“Although I’m quite skilled in medicine, sorry, I truly can’t cure this kind of illness. I’ve definitely decided on the divorce!”

Upon hearing the last sentence, Zhan Qipei’s body trembled, feeling even colder, and forced a bitter smile.

“I will never sign the divorce papers. The one you left on my desk, I’ve already torn it up!”

Qiao Jing was stunned.

What? Divorce papers?

Only then did she remember what Zhan Qipei had just said.

“What divorce papers?”

Zhan Qipei laughed derisively.

“Stop pretending. Since you’ve decided to divorce me, what’s the point in acting now?”

Qiao Jing was completely baffled, muttering to herself.

What’s going on? What exactly happened? How come she didn’t know anything about any divorce papers?

Just then!

Qiao Jing’s phone suddenly rang, interrupting their conversation.

She looked doubtfully at Zhan Qipei but decided to first see who was calling.

The phone screen displayed a name.

Xu Moqian.

Why was he calling at this time?

Qiao Jing pressed the answer button, and just as she placed the phone to her ear, the other side’s excited voice came through.

“Sister Jing! How did it go? Did Zhan Qipei sign the divorce papers?”

Without waiting for Qiao Jing to respond, Xu Moqian continued smugly.

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“I specially prepared it for you. I didn’t tell you because I wanted to surprise you, so he couldn’t bother you anymore.”

Now Qiao Jing understood the whole situation and was even more speechless.

“Wow, you really did a ‘spectacular’ job, just wait for it!”

“Is it signed? Hahaha, I just knew—”

Xu Moqian hadn’t finished speaking when Qiao Jing hung up the phone.

Because of the rain, there were no pedestrians around, Zhan Qipei and Qiao Jing squeezed into a spot that could barely shelter one person.

The two were very close, which allowed Zhan Qipei to hear the content of that phone call.

Zhan Qipei was stunned, his face filled with astonishment, he loosened the grip around Qiao Jing’s waist, and somewhat frantically lowered his head.

Seeing Zhan Qipei looking like a child who had done something wrong, Qiao Jing’s anger dissipated, and she even found it somewhat amusing.

After all the commotion, the entire ordeal turned out to be a misunderstanding.

Looking at Zhan Qipei’s lowered head, she subconsciously reached out and touched it.

The wet black hair clung to his forehead, and Qiao Jing lifted his bangs for him.

She explained one last time.

“I was at the bar with Ni Yue. When she went to the bathroom, Wu Xirui came over and sat down. I wanted to avoid him, but then you came over.

As for the divorce agreement, I guess I don’t need to explain too much, right?”

Zhan Qipei hummed in acknowledgment, his previously dull eyes started to brighten.

As soon as Ni Yue and Lu Zijiao came out, they saw—

Zhan Qipei, without a word, took off his own coat, and although it was already wet, he persistently held it over Qiao Jing as he led her to the car.

The two onlookers then set their minds at ease and returned to the bar.

Lu Zijiao breathed a sigh of relief.

“Looks like this couple is back together, nothing to do with us now.”

Ni Yue gave Lu Zijiao a look.

“Back together? I think they are completely incompatible! They should just get a divorce.”

Lu Zijiao made a noise of disapproval, “Encourage reconciliation, not separation, don’t you understand?”

Ni Yue rolled her eyes, “How can I marry Qiao Jing if Xiao Jingjing doesn’t get a divorce?”

Hearing this, Lu Zijiao’s eyes widened in shock.

Really? Is this woman’s mind so impure?

Come to think of it, he seemed to have heard Zhan Qipei mention something about Ni Yue before…

Oh no!

“Poor Young Master Zhan, not only does he have to guard against men, but also women. Tsk tsk tsk—”

As soon as Zhan Qipei got back to the car, the first thing he did was to turn on the air conditioning inside and turn up the heat.

Qiao Jing also took off her soaking wet coat and placed it on her lap.

The two of them rode in silence. However, Qiao Jing could feel Zhan Qipei’s eyes sneaking glances at her multiple times, uncontrollably curling the corners of his mouth.

Once the wet pair got home, Zhan Qipei, without even having time to take off his shoes, quickly went to Qiao Jing’s room, grabbed a few tissues to dry his hands, then opened the wardrobe.

He chose a tight-fitting sweater, thinking it was warm, and grabbed some other clothes before rushing out.

Just as Qiao Jing had taken off her shoes, she saw Zhan Qipei carrying her clothes over.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” she asked.

Zhan Qipei thoughtfully placed the clothes in the bathroom frame and pushed Qiao Jing inside.

“Go take a shower, you don’t want to catch a cold.”

Qiao Jing was about to ask a question when the bathroom door was shut by him. He knocked on the door from the outside, urging her to hurry up and not to catch cold.

After Qiao Jing finished showering, she heard sounds coming from the kitchen.

Wearing slippers, she walked to the door and found Zhan Qipei still in his wet clothes, busy at the dining table, not sure what he was cooking.

Zhan Qipei, as if he had a telepathic connection with Qiao Jing, turned around and saw her.

He turned off the stove and lifted the lid off the pot.

Qiao Jing smelled the scent of ginger and guessed what he had cooked.

Zhan Qipei ladled out a bowl of ginger soup and placed it on the table, instructing, “Sit down and drink this to warm your stomach.”

“Hmm, you go take a shower first.”

Zhan Qipei, who was actually a stickler for cleanliness, managed to cook a bowl of ginger soup for her despite the sticky wetness on his body after the rain.

He agreed, took some clothes, and as he passed the dining table and saw Qiao Jing drinking the ginger tea, he entered the bathroom reassured.

After Zhan Qipei finished showering, he smelled a delicious aroma as soon as he opened the bathroom door.

Qiao Jing had cooked two bowls of noodles and fried two eggs, which she placed on top of the noodles. From the corner of her eye, she saw Zhan Qipei’s figure.

“Come, eat noodles.”