Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 710: Chapter 699: Zhan Qipei Reaches Out to Help Qiao Jing with Her Hair

Zhan Yuanshan’s temper was nearly bursting, his face filled with annoyance.

"Whether you believe it or not, from now on you cannot trouble Qiao Jing anymore. Otherwise, my Zhan Family will never let you off!"

"Heh!" Zhan Kaiyang chuckled sarcastically, his wrinkled old face full of disdain.

It was clear from his expression that he didn’t take Zhan Yuanshan’s words to heart, and with a flick of his sleeves, he left.

Today, he had lost face because of Qiao Jing, and he would certainly take his revenge!

And he wouldn’t let the grievances with Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei go either!

Once the group had left, Zhan Nanqing switched into a frenzy of complaining.

"That Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei really have some nerve! Their reputations are already infamous all over the capital, and Zhan Kaiyang knows it but still insistently protects those two."

She paused, then turned to look at Qiao Jing.

"Qiao Jing, why did you go to a breakfast shop to eat this morning?"

Hearing Zhan Nanqing’s words, Zhan Yuanshan was taken aback for a moment, then tapped his cane.

"Qipei, did you make a breakfast that wasn’t tasty, causing Jing Girl to have to go out to eat breakfast?"

Qiao Jing, hearing the topic being brought up again among the group, immediately felt a headache coming and pressed her forehead.

"No, it’s just that I’ve grown tired of the same dishes after having them for a long time, so I wanted to try something different from outside."

She had always worried that if the Zhan Family found out she was eating out, they would become even more strict with her diet.

And now, as expected, the entire Zhan Family had come to know of it.

Exactly what one dreads will come to pass.

Su Manhan was still somewhat worried about Qiao Jing and suggested that she should stay for a while.

"Qiao Jing, why don’t you stay at Purple Garden for a few days? I can make you a variety of breakfasts, some soy milk buns and the like from outside."

Zhan Qipei saw his mother trying to coax Qiao Jing again and pursed his thin lips, interjecting to stop her.

"Mom, I can make all those things. I’ll do it myself when the time comes, no need to bother you."

Su Manhan spoke up:

"It’s no trouble. I’m good at making these dishes, and if Qiao Jing wants to eat them, I’ll make them for her. Besides, it’s not like I’m asking her to stay in Purple Garden forever, just for a few days."

She really wanted to live with Qiao Jing for a few days, just to chat and spend time together.

Yet, stubbornly, her son wanted to have an exclusive world with Qiao Jing. All she wanted was for Qiao Jing to live with her for a few days, not to take her away.

Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes deepened as he took Qiao Jing’s hand.

"Mom, we’re going back now."

After dropping these words, he led Qiao Jing away.

Fearing that if they delayed even a moment longer, Su Manhan would intercept Qiao Jing.

Su Manhan hadn’t even had the chance to react before the two of them had already gone several steps away.

Watching Zhan Qipei guard against her as if she were a thief, she burst into laughter.

"Alright, alright, go on and have your world for two, I won’t disturb you."

Qiao Jing quickly greeted everyone and left Purple Garden.

Evening.

As soon as Qiao Jing got home, she headed straight for her room, then took her change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

She had expended a lot of energy on dealing with the Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei situation that day and, after working all day, she was truly exhausted.

Zhan Qipei noticed something off about Qiao Jing and placed the cooked meals into the thermal container.

A moment later, Qiao Jing emerged from the bathroom.

Zhan Qipei lifted his gaze towards Qiao Jing, noticing that the woman was wrapped in a bath towel, drying her hair as she walked out.

As he approached Qiao Jing, he felt the warmth still lingering around her.

His gaze fell on Qiao Jing’s exposed shoulder, where her dark soft hair rested, conveniently covering the woman’s enticing collarbone.

During his breaths, he could smell the faint fragrance emanating from Qiao Jing’s body, which hooked people every second.

A subtle, hard-to-detect darkness flickered in the depths of Zhan Qipei’s somber eyes, suddenly feeling a dryness in his throat.

He forced himself to look away from Qiao Jing and parted his thin lips slightly.

"Let’s eat."

Qiao Jing responded with a faint "Hmm" and wrapped all her damp hair in a towel.

Just as she was about to step toward the dining table, she noticed Zhan Qipei leaning towards her, followed by a warm breath sprayed on her shoulder.

Before she could react, a hand suddenly appeared in front of her proud chest.

She paused in her steps, turned her eyes toward Zhan Qipei, and asked coldly,

"What are you doing?"

No sooner had her words fallen than she felt a tingling sensation on her chest as Zhan Qipei’s calloused fingertips brushed across that area of skin, even giving it a pinch.

Unable to bear it any longer, Qiao Jing raised her hand and slapped Zhan Qipei’s hand away, inadvertently pressing the man’s entire palm against her proud front.

Zhan Qipei had not expected this to happen, and when he felt the softness in his palm, he was reluctant to move his hand away.

His hand still resting there, his deep voice followed.

"What’s wrong?"

Qiao Jing’s temples throbbed heavily, seeing that Zhan Qipei had no intention of moving his hand, she slapped it away again, out of patience.

"You’re asking what’s wrong?"

This damned man stretched out his hand right in front of her, even touching her, with perfect composure?

After she slapped his hand away the first time and the accident occurred, this damned man didn’t even have the sense to move his hand away!

Zhan Qipei looked at his hand, feeling as if the sensation and warmth were still lingering.

He pursed his thin lips, seeing Qiao Jing about to head directly to the dining table in anger, he quickly spoke up to stop her.

"I was just helping you with your hair."

He had seen a strand of hair on Qiao Jing’s chest and had instinctively reached out to remove it.

But he hadn’t expected Qiao Jing to suddenly slap his hand, causing his entire palm to press against her.

Hearing Zhan Qipei’s words, Qiao Jing’s brows raised slightly, suspicion written all over her phoenix eyes.

"Are you sure you were just getting a hair?"

After she spoke, she looked down at her chest and did not see any hair.

What mattered to her was whether Zhan Qipei was lying or not, and the fact that this damned man wouldn’t let go of her after the accidental touch. noveldrama

After all, it was her who had inadvertently made Zhan Qipei’s palm press against her by slapping his hand.

Zhan Qipei saw that Qiao Jing didn’t believe him and raised his hand again, showing the woman the long strand of hair he was holding between his fingers.

"Here it is."

Luckily, he hadn’t brushed off Qiao Jing’s hair strand earlier, or he would have had no evidence to prove his "innocence."

Qiao Jing narrowed her eyes slightly and noticed indeed there was a strand of hair in Zhan Qipei’s hand, then realizing that she had misunderstood the man.

Her furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and she pursed her red lips.

"Let’s eat."

Zhan Qipei’s lips curved up into a pleased smile as he took a seat at the dining table, visibly enjoying the moment.

Seeing Zhan Qipei’s cheerful demeanor, Qiao Jing knew the man was probably so happy because he had seized an opportunity for casual intimacy.

Thinking this, Qiao Jing somewhat speechlessly tugged at the corner of her mouth, not bothering to speak to Zhan Qipei and started eating her meal.

After the meal, Qiao Jing went straight back to her room and made a phone call to Zhan Nanqing.