Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 544 - 533 Qiao Jing "Questions" Zhan Qipei

Inside Nantai Apartment.

After Qiao Jing returned home, she found Zhan Qipei had, as always, prepared dinner.

At the dinner table, she noticed Zhan Qipei had no intention of bringing up what happened on Weibo. It seemed he wanted to keep it from her.

But she was curious about how Zhan Qipei knew about the incident on Weibo and why he was hiding it from her.

After dinner, as soon as Qiao Jing sat down on the living room sofa, she spotted a black bunny ear headband in her line of sight.

Her facial expression stiffened for a moment, and she lifted her eyes to look at the man beside her.

“Zhan Qipei, why is this here at home?”

Before she left Zhan Corporation, she had clearly returned the complete outfit to the female staff member.

So, how did this bunny ear headband end up being brought home by Zhan Qipei?

Zhan Qipei’s gaze landed on the bunny ear headband, pursed his thin lips, opened the drawer, and revealed the cosplay costume inside.

“The company’s employee said it was a gift for you, and asked me to bring it back.”

Although the staff indeed mentioned giving the cosplay costume to Qiao Jing, even if they hadn’t, he’d have thought about asking for it.

After all, Qiao Jing in that cosplay costume was simply too enchanting.

He just didn’t know if there would ever be another chance to see her wearing it again.

Qiao Jing furrowed her brows, staring at Zhan Qipei for a while. Only after she was sure there was no trace of lying on his face did she accept the cosplay costume.

To prevent Zhan Qipei from getting any wrong ideas, she warned in advance,

“I’ll keep the costume, but I won’t wear it a second time.”

The costume was naturally attractive, but it was too revealing, and not quite appropriate for her.

But since it was the kind-heartedness of the female employee, she had no choice but to accept it and keep it stowed away.

The dark hue of Zhan Qipei’s eyes instantly dimmed, but he didn’t dare to be too obvious about it and had to feign indifference.

“Hmm.”

After putting the cosplay costume away, Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei with inquiring eyes.

“Did you see today’s trending searches?”

She wanted to see why Zhan Qipei would act so mysterious and hide it from her, and even use a homophonic name for his Weibo account.

Speaking of which, that ID was exceedingly affectionate.

A momentary daze appeared on Zhan Qipei’s face, followed by a quick return to normal.

“No.”

Qiao Jing caught the moment of stupefaction on the man’s face and curved her lips into a smirk.

She didn’t like to beat around the bush, so she directly pulled out her phone, opened the Weibo homepage of “Beloved Wife Jingjing,” and handed it to Zhan Qipei.

“Is this you?”

Zhan Qipei glanced indifferently at the phone screen and denied it without expression.

“Not at all.”

If Qiao Jing knew he had sent legal letters to every netizen who had spoken about her, he worried she might find him too childish, for this was indeed like a kid fussing over every little thing.

Because he understood Qiao Jing’s character, she definitely wouldn’t take those online comments to heart.

But he wouldn’t allow anyone to speak ill of Qiao Jing.

Therefore, in the legal letters he sent, he demanded that those people apologize to Qiao Jing.

Seeing Zhan Qipei was still being obstinate, Qiao Jing clicked on the “Beloved Wife Jingjing” avatar.

“Does this look familiar to you? Don’t you also have a matching one on your desk?”

The man’s persistently stubborn demeanor reminded her of a meme Zhan Nanqing shared with her before.

The dead are soft all over, only the mouth remains hard.

Zhan Qipei’s eyebrows furrowed like wisps of smoke upon seeing the avatar he had set.

He had registered for a Weibo account immediately after hearing the news from an employee who had seen Qiao Jing that day.

As for the avatar, his photo album held nothing but pictures of Qiao Jing, so he had no choice but to snap a quick photo of something to use as his profile picture.

Unexpectedly, that very thing ended up being the key to blowing his cover.

In the end, he had no choice but to admit that “Beloved Wife Jingjing” was indeed himself.

“Yes, it’s me.”

Only then did Qiao Jing put away her phone and looked up into Zhan Qipei’s deep black eyes.

“Why did you go to the trouble of hiding the fact that you created a Weibo account from me?”

She felt it wasn’t something to be ashamed of, and if she hadn’t discovered it, it might’ve been fine, but now that she had, she was curious why Zhan Qipei needed to use a pseudonym.

Zhan Qipei pursed his lips, his profile tense, before he finally spoke.

“Don’t you think that sending legal letters to every person who insults you is very childish?”

Without hesitation, Qiao Jing nodded, agreeing with Zhan Qipei’s statement.

“Indeed, it’s quite childish.”

She hadn’t expected that Zhan Qipei, despite how busy the company was today, would take the time to deal with this matter, even going so far as to send legal notices to individuals.

Just as childish as a little kid fussing over a trivial matter.

Zhan Qipei’s eyes darkened a bit, his brows knitting even tighter, a look of ‘I knew it’ appearing on his face.

He had known she would find his actions childish, which was why he had kept it from her.

Yet, he had still ended up exposing himself in front of Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing saw the disappointment on his face, and her voice became uncontrollably softer.

“But thank you.”

In truth, she didn’t care about those attacks, as harsh words from those people wouldn’t cause her any physical harm.

Usually, she wouldn’t bother with such matters as long as they didn’t cross her bottom line.

But upon seeing others striving to defend her, with Zhan Qipei even setting aside his work to back her up, a soft spot in her heart was instantly touched.

Suddenly, she felt like the happiest person in the world.

The gloom in Zhan Qipei’s eyes brightened instantly, a flash of delight crossing the depths of his gaze.

“So, have you thought about how you’re going to thank me?”

Qiao Jing assumed that Zhan Qipei wanted her to cook a meal as a way to thank him, and was just about to agree when she noticed his gaze drifting to the cosplay costume behind her.

The warmth in her heart vanished without a trace, and her voice, now cool, echoed between them.

“In your dreams.”

Zhan Qipei might have enjoyed a meal prepared by her hands, but now this sly man could forget about even getting that.