Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 239: Chapter 231 Qiao Jing

Qiao Jing also instinctively caught Zhan Qipei. In an instant, the strong smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of Qiao Jing’s shower gel.

Qiao Jing, supporting Zhan Qipei, intended to walk him to his room and asked, “Why did you drink so much?”

“Hmm…” A hint of lucidity flashed in Zhan Qipei’s drunken eyes.

Qiao Jing didn’t speak. She helped Zhan Qipei to his room and tried to unlock his door but found it jammed.

The door lock clicked twice but didn’t budge. Qiao Jing blinked her eyes. “Is it broken?”

Zhan Qipei clung to Qiao Jing, wrapping his arms around her shoulders without a word.

Qiao Jing hesitated for a moment, then took Zhan Qipei back to her own room, placed him on her bed, and prepared to sleep on the couch herself.

Her slender wrist was grabbed by a large hand that pulled her forcefully into his embrace. A deep voice resonated next to her ear, “Where are you going? The bed is here.”

Zhan Qipei’s other hand pressed on Qiao Jing’s waist, preventing her from leaving.

Qiao Jing clearly felt that her ability to think had slowed down a lot. She stared at the ceiling, lost in thought for a while, then simply pulled over the blanket and covered herself with it, closing her eyes.

Simply covering herself with a blanket to sleep on the bed, Zhan Qipei’s door would need to be fixed.

After closing her eyes, Qiao Jing was unaware that the supposedly drunk person beside her suddenly opened his eyes. The drunken haze was completely absent from his eyes as he stared at her sleeping face in the dark night.

The next day, Qiao Jing was awakened by the ringing of a phone. She opened her sleepy eyes only to see Zhan Qipei’s muscular chest.

She was somewhat disoriented and stared at Zhan Qipei for a few seconds before she turned away her gaze.

The phone continued to ring, pulling Qiao Jing’s thoughts back. She struggled out of Zhan Qipei’s embrace, grabbed the phone from the bedside table, and tapped to answer.

“Qiao Qiao! I’m back in the country! Did you miss me?” Ni Yue’s voice came through, tinged with a hint of joy.

Hearing Ni Yue’s voice, Zhan Qipei, who had been feigning sleep, immediately opened his eyes and stared at Qiao Jing’s phone with a guarded face.

He certainly hadn’t forgotten the last time Ni Yue had made moves on Qiao Jing and changed her clothes!

Zhan Qipei asked somberly, “Who?”

He of course recognized the voice and deliberately asked.

On the other end, as if hearing something unbelievable, Ni Yue’s voice grew louder, “What?! My Qiao Qiao baby! You’re not lying to me, right? Why is Zhan Qipei by your side? Why is he there when you just woke up?”

Before Qiao Jing could reply, Ni Yue said with heartfelt pain, “My Qiao Qiao, you actually cheated! You’re actually in bed with Zhan Qipei, I’m so heartbroken…”@@novelbin@@

Upon hearing this, Zhan Qipei’s face darkened.

Cheating? She was clearly his wife! If Ni Yue harbored any inappropriate thoughts towards his wife, he would never let her get close to Qiao Jing.

“No, we drank too much last night,” Qiao Jing said with some headache.

Ni Yue immediately blurted out, “Qiao Qiao—what do you mean drank too much? Could it be that you guys…?”

“No, don’t think too much. I’m hanging up now, I’ll call you back after I freshen up,” Qiao Jing decided not to explain any further.

Given Ni Yue’s imagination, the more she explained, the darker it would get.

Before leaving the room, Qiao Jing didn’t forget to tell Zhan Qipei, “I’ll call someone to fix the lock later.”

“Okay.”

After quickly freshening up, Qiao Jing returned a call to Ni Yue, taking the initiative before she could speak, “What’s up? Don’t ask about this morning’s incident.”

“Xiangxiang is getting married soon, and I ordered a bridesmaid’s gown that I will bring over to you later,” Ni Yue reported truthfully. After finishing this sentence, she immediately added, “Qiao Qiao, did you really cheat~”

“You really are— talking all over the place in such a messy way. Tell me, when are you coming? Are you coming with Xiangxiang?” Qiao Jing cut her off, not allowing Ni Yue to continue.

“Xiangxiang said she has something to do, so I will come by myself. I’m almost there! On the way to your place already.”

“Okay.” Qiao Jing hung up the phone, intending to take a few photos of the lock on Zhan Qipei’s door, but found that the door was already open.

Qiao Jing stood in place, her scrutinizing gaze fixed on Zhan Qipei’s eyes, as if trying to see through those dark eyes to understand his thoughts, “Is the lock fixed?”

“Mm, I fixed it myself. Is Ni Yue coming?” Zhan Qipei met Qiao Jing’s gaze, unflinchingly letting her size him up.

“Yes, she’s arriving soon.” Qiao Jing could not discern anything from Zhan Qipei’s face and withdrew her gaze.

The doorbell rang, and Zhan Qipei went to open the door himself.

Ni Yue, with an exquisitely wrapped bag in hand, lost her smile when she saw Zhan Qipei, “Why are you the one opening the door?”

“If not me, then who?” Zhan Qipei answered coldly.

Upon seeing Zhan Qipei’s displeased expression, Ni Yue mumbled something and entered, passing him, “Qiao Qiao~ I’m here! Try on this bridesmaid dress.”

She took the bridesmaid dress she designed from the bag, holding it up in front of Qiao Jing, “I feel it suits you perfectly, as expected from me!”

“Mm, I’ll go try it.” Qiao Jing took the bridesmaid dress and went back to her room. Ni Yue followed closely behind, closing the room door in front of Zhan Qipei.

Zhan Qipei stood outside the room door, his gaze dark as he stared at the closed door, took a few steps forward, trying to hear the conversation inside.

“Wow! I just knew my Baby Qiao Qiao would fit perfectly, let me touch your waist.” Ni Yue’s voice came out, “Wuu, your waist is so slim, and the touch is just like before, so tender!”

Zhan Qipei’s face darkened further, and just as he stretched his hand to knock, the door opened from the inside.

It must be said, Ni Yue is a rare genius in design. This bridesmaid dress, specially made for Qiao Jing, fitted perfectly!

The color of the bridesmaid dress was a light coffee tone, delicate yet without outshining the bride.

“Qiao Qiao, how about I marry you? Really, I will treat you well,” Ni Yue, holding Qiao Jing’s hand, didn’t care about Zhan Qipei’s presence.

Zhan Qipei couldn’t hold back anymore, pulled Qiao Jing from Ni Yue’s grip, “Stay away from her.”

“She’s a woman.” Qiao Jing, seeing Zhan Qipei’s irrational jealousy, gently pulled her hand away, standing back beside Ni Yue.

Zhan Qipei’s face grew even darker, his irritation rising when the person he wanted to bring back by his side spontaneously left—how could he not be angry?

He furrowed his brows, which were like misty smoke, and his thin lips formed a straight line without any curve. What could he do, Qiao Jing was too good-looking, apparently attractive to both men and women.

Zhan Qipei felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. Previously, he had only been on guard against men, and now he had to guard against women as well!

He wished he could tie Qiao Jing to himself, constantly bind her to him, so that everyone would know, Qiao Jing was a married woman.

Yet, Ni Yue was deliberately stirring Zhan Qipei up, “Qiao Qiao, won’t you consider marrying me? We can go abroad to get a marriage certificate!”