Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 226: Chapter 218: Qiao Jing Gets Drunk

Zhan Qipei’s heart felt even colder, his lips pressed tightly and his eyebrows knitted together.

When Qiao Jing opened her mouth to explain, she noticed the bottle of wine on the dining table and quickly walked over to it, tenderly picking up the bottle.

“’82 Lafite.”

Qiao Jing recognized it at a glance.

“Thank you.”

Seeing Qiao Jing sit down, Zhan Qipei’s heart eased slightly.

Qiao Jing deftly opened the bottle and poured herself a full glass of wine, then lifted her eyes to look at Zhan Qipei.

“Would you like some?”

Her love for wine was also known by very few; after all, she was picky about her wine and would not touch anything apart from those that suited her taste.

But the red wine Zhan Qipei had brought happened to be the kind Qiao Jing loved the most.

Zhan Qipei was aware that she liked red wine, probably from overhearing that phone call with Zhou Fu last week. He had inadvertently mentioned it.

“Yes.”

Zhan Qipei’s gaze remained fixed on Qiao Jing, unwilling to move away.

Qiao Jing ignored his gaze and poured him half a glass, then felt somewhat reluctant to part with it.

After all, this wine was priceless on the market; many wine lovers tended to collect it rather than have the heart to drink it.

“Is there a change of clothes here?”

Qiao Jing looked down at the wedding dress she was wearing, thinking it would be such a pity if red wine were to drip on it.

“Yes, in the room. I’ll go get it for you.”

Zhan Qipei said as he was about to get up.

“No need, I can get it myself. Where do you keep the clothes? I’ll leave the wedding dress here for you.”

Qiao Jing had already stood up, waiting for Zhan Qipei to direct her.

Once she reached the room Zhan Qipei had mentioned, Qiao Jing immediately took off the wedding dress she was wearing.

She gently laid the wedding dress on the bed and opened the wardrobe in the room.

However, the clothes in the wardrobe made Qiao Jing hesitate; it was clear that the clothes were men’s shirts and trousers, not at all meant for women.

Between dirtying the wedding dress and wearing Zhan Qipei’s shirt, Qiao Jing chose the latter.

When Qiao Jing reappeared on the deck wearing a white shirt a size too large for her, Zhan Qipei’s eyes lit up again.

Those were the shorts he had prepared especially for Qiao Jing, just in case. His shirt was much too large for her.@@novelbin@@

But Zhan Qipei felt content, as if this proved Qiao Jing belonged to him.

Qiao Jing’s pale and smooth legs, comparable to those of the world’s top models, were exposed to the air, creating the effect of a missing bottom half.

But Qiao Jing didn’t notice this; her mind was only on that bottle of wine.

“Drink less,” Zhan Qipei said, seeing a slight flush on Qiao Jing’s face, worried she might overdo it.

“It’s… it’s okay, I won’t get drunk.”

Qiao Jing added a bit more wine to her glass, then unsteadily stood up and glanced towards the swimming pool not far away.

“Is there a swimming pool on the cruise ship?”

“Yes.”

Zhan Qipei replied, his concern growing for Qiao Jing’s swaying figure as he got up and followed her.

Qiao Jing had already reached the edge of the pool; under the influence of alcohol, she carelessly slipped, losing control of her body as she fell towards the pool.

“Qiao Jing!”

Zhan Qipei dashed forward in a flash, tightly embracing her just as she was about to fall into the pool.

A splash followed.

The sound of falling into water.

Water splashed from the pool onto the deck as Zhan Qipei, holding Qiao Jing, climbed back onto the deck.

Once they reached the deck, Zhan Qipei was truly taken aback. The contours of Qiao Jing’s proud figure were faintly visible beneath her wet, white shirt. Looking further down, her smooth legs were dotted with lingering droplets of water. Her bare feet tread upon the floor, toes still tinged with pink.

Even more devastating was the moment Zhan Qipei met Qiao Jing’s starry eyes. Gone was her usual aloofness, replaced by a pair of hazy, phoenix eyes exuding strands of charm and sensuality.

Her long eyelashes were adorned with a few droplets of water, her hair sticking to her shoulders. The soaked white shirt clung tightly to Qiao Jing’s skin, highlighting her curvaceous silhouette.

With just one glance, Zhan Qipei felt his heartbeat might stop. Then, he thought to himself,

Only he was allowed to see Qiao Jing like this.

“Qiao Jing, I’ll take you back to change clothes,” said Zhan Qipei.

He forcibly suppressed the heat surging in his heart and the warmth that threatened to continue rising, as he took Qiao Jing’s hand and led her toward the direction of another room.

He was certain Qiao Jing was drunk.

Qiao Jing cooperated, following behind Zhan Qipei, and went directly to the bed in the room, where she lay down and closed her eyes.

By the time Zhan Qipei found one of his own shirts, Qiao Jing had already fallen asleep in the drenched shirt.

Zhan Qipei hesitated. If she slept like this, wet and clammy until morning, she’d catch a cold without a doubt.

After a lengthy internal struggle, Zhan Qipei’s hand reached for the collar of Qiao Jing’s shirt, undoing the first button.

Zhan Qipei’s movements were adept but, in his haste, he touched a place he should not have.

The man’s body stiffened, as he fought to steady his breath, forcing himself to shift his gaze back to the task and swiftly undo the remaining buttons.

Just as he was about to take off the shirt, Qiao Jing’s slightly cool hand caught Zhan Qipei’s wrist. Her voice, cool and emotionless, asked,

“Let go! What are you doing?”

Zhan Qipei hadn’t expected Qiao Jing to wake up, and his expression betrayed his surprise.

Had she sobered up? How was he to explain his actions?

All the buttons of Qiao Jing’s shirt had been undone. Would she think he was taking advantage of her?

“You got too drunk and fell into the pool. I’m helping you change,” Zhan Qipei said with a subtly strained expression, shifting his gaze to something else.

If he looked any longer, he feared he might lose control.

Qiao Jing arched her eyebrows slightly, as if trying to recall what had just happened, her memories fragmented and unclear.

“Oh, I see,” she said emotionlessly, reaching to refasten the buttons as if nothing had happened, then stepping forward to leave the room.

“Where are you going?” asked Zhan Qipei.

Using his long legs to his advantage, Zhan Qipei reached the door before Qiao Jing, blocking her path.

Qiao Jing lifted her starry eyes, sizing up the man’s tall frame, and reached out, attempting to push him aside.

“The wine is not finished yet; it can’t go to waste.”

Wasting food was something Qiao Jing could never bring herself to do, even if it was a bottle of wine, which certainly wouldn’t taste as good if left open overnight.

“You’ve already had too much; you can’t drink anymore. Change your clothes and rest,” said Zhan Qipei, softly squinting his dark eyes, standing firm in front of the door handle, holding the hand that Qiao Jing had lifted in his palm.

“Are you trying to stop me?” Qiao Jing’s expression darkened as she pulled her hand away.

“I’m not stopping you. You just need to change since your clothes are wet,” said Zhan Qipei, brushing his eyebrows, which seemed like mists of smoke, his lips tightly sealed.

“I’ll change after I finish drinking,” Qiao Jing said, and reached again to push the man’s shoulder. He didn’t budge.

“The wine can wait for now,” Zhan Qipei stood his ground with his strength.

He could see that Qiao Jing was still not sober.