Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 284: Chapter 274: Zhan Qipei Helps Qiao Jing Wash Her Feet
 

Zhan Qipei returned home, brought some items to the hospital, and placed them on the sofa beside him. He then took a hard stool and sat beside Qiao Jing’s hospital bed.

The sofa was some distance from the bed, but he just wanted to stay close to Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing glanced at the big bag and guessed it was her change of clothes. Had Zhan Qipei gone home just to bring these?

By then, it was already late, and Zhan Qipei had to work the next day.

“You can go back now.”

Zhan Qipei was stunned. He should go back? His wife was hospitalized, and as her husband, how could he leave?

“I’ll stay the night.”

Qiao Jing furrowed her brows and looked seriously at Zhan Qipei, “You still have to work tomorrow. I’ll be fine on my own.”

She didn’t want to hinder Zhan Qipei’s work because of her, especially since she could take care of herself, albeit feeling a bit weak.

Zhan Qipei acted as if he hadn’t heard her and started peeling an apple for Qiao Jing.

Seeing his stubbornness, Qiao Jing sighed internally.

“Zhan Qipei, I can manage here on my own. You have to work tomorrow, you should go back and rest.”

Zhan Qipei had just finished peeling the apple, placed it on a plate, and started cutting it into small pieces.

“I’ve already spoken to Tang Yan. I won’t be going to the office tomorrow. He will handle things, and if he can’t, he will send them to me. Don’t worry.”

Qiao Jing helplessly put her hand to her forehead.

“But are you sure Tang Yan alone can handle so much work? I’m fine by myself.”

Tang Yan wasn’t omnipotent, Qiao Jing knew the workload of Zhan Corporation, and Zhan Qipei, as the boss, couldn’t just decide not to show up.

Zhan Qipei also felt a bit upset after hearing this. His wife always said she could manage alone, that she could take care of herself.

He knew Qiao Jing indeed had the capability to take care of herself, and she could also support those around her.

Yet, as her husband, his job was to become stronger, to be Qiao Jing’s safe harbor and provide her with support.

He didn’t want to leave Qiao Jing alone.

“I brought my clothes here, I’m not going back.”

Qiao Jing got up from the bed, planning to walk to the sofa to check if he really had brought his own clothes as well.

Zhan Qipei saw her getting out of the bed and immediately stood up, nervously reaching out to support Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing slightly sidestepped, avoiding his hand, and seriously said to Zhan Qipei, “I’m not injured. There’s no need to be so anxious; I can manage by myself completely.”

She almost started to believe that she indeed was injured and unable to take care of herself due to Zhan Qipei’s fuss.

Zhan Qipei’s expression darkened, but he remained by Qiao Jing’s side.

Upon opening the bag and seeing her change of clothes, as well as Zhan Qipei’s own change of clothes,

“When I got home, I found that there was a power outage. I saw the message from the property management that there was an issue with the electrical circuit, and the power would be out all night,”

Zhan Qipei added, stealing glances at Qiao Jing’s expression.

Qiao Jing wasn’t so easy to fool. A power outage? That seemed too coincidental.

Zhan Qipei, worried that Qiao Jing wouldn’t believe it, pulled out his phone, found the message from the property management and showed it to her.

“It really is a power outage.”

Qiao Jing responded indifferently, picked up her phone and checked it. The property management had indeed sent her a message about the power outage as well.

But, wasn’t it too coincidental?

“The neighborhood won’t be without power all night. It’ll probably be resolved quickly.”

Zhan Qipei thought to himself, this won’t be resolved tonight.

He feigned nonchalance, “We’ll just see when it comes back on.”

Qiao Jing pursed her lips. Now that their home was without power, she couldn’t very well send Zhan Qipei back, especially since he had brought his clothes over of his own accord.

Qiao Jing said nothing more and took out a medical book Zhan Qipei had brought for her, and returned to her hospital bed to begin reading.

Zhan Qipei fetched a bathrobe from the bag and entered the hospital’s bathroom.

The sound of water began rustling loudly.

The sound of water from the bathroom continuously echoed in Qiao Jing’s ears; she furrowed her brows, distracted for the first time while reading.

She traced the source of the water sound and looked towards the bathroom.

The bathroom glass was frosted, and she could vaguely make out a robust silhouette moving inside.

Qiao Jing calmed herself, withdrew her gaze, and returned to her reading, successfully blocking out all external distractions this time.

The bathroom door clicked open.

The first thing he did upon exiting the bathroom was to look at Qiao Jing, who was deeply absorbed in her book; he suddenly felt it was futile to have tied his belt so loosely.

Was his wife not interested in him at all?

“Qiao Jing?”

Zhan Qipei tentatively called out.

Only then did Qiao Jing react, lifting her head to look at Zhan Qipei standing at the bathroom doorway.

Zhan Qipei was clad in a pure black bathrobe, his belt seemingly forgotten and loosely hanging from his waist as if it might fall off at any moment.

His neckline was slightly open, revealing his muscular chest. The thin bathrobe clung tightly to his body, subtly outlining his sexy abs.

Even through the bathrobe, one could sense his evenly distributed muscles, giving a reliable impression.

His damp black hair draped over his forehead, water droplets sliding along his sharply defined jawline, dripping into the neckline.

Zhan Qipei saw Qiao Jing staring at him, a smile curling his lips while he carelessly grabbed a towel and began to rub his hair.

As he moved to dry his hair, his neckline gaped even wider, but Qiao Jing looked away as if she hadn’t seen anything.

This made Zhan Qipei feel rather frustrated. He glanced down at his physique—did he really have no appeal?

He sighed, his eyes reflecting slight disappointment.

“I’ll help you wash your feet,” Zhan Qipei approached Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing put down the medical book in her hands, and without a second thought, rejected the offer.

“No need. I’ll go take a shower.”

“I’ll help you wash.”

Qiao Jing put down the clothes in her hands, rolling her eyes at Zhan Qipei.

“I’m not injured. There’s no need to be so anxious.”

“What if you faint in there? You’ve fainted at home before, what if it happens while you’re showering? What if the water turns cold in this cold weather?” Zhan Qipei was very persistent on the matter, arguing his points logically.

His series of questions made Qiao Jing somewhat exasperated, and she sighed, resigning, “Fine, fine, fine.”

Zhan Qipei’s eyes instantly brightened. He voluntarily picked up her clothes left on the sofa—his wife had agreed to let him help her bathe!

“I’m not going to bathe.”

Given the cold weather, there wasn’t a need to bathe every day. She took back her clothes from Zhan Qipei’s hands and came out of the bathroom dressed to find Zhan Qipei still wearing that bathrobe.

Qiao Jing knit her brows.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“Not cold.”

Zhan Qipei, noticing she had come out, walked back into the bathroom and fetched a basin of hot water, finding Qiao Jing adjusting the air conditioner’s temperature.

It seemed his wife wasn’t entirely indifferent towards him.

Zhan Qipei placed the basin by the sofa and took hold of Qiao Jing’s delicate wrist, pressing her to sit on the sofa.

“Wash feet.”

Qiao Jing struggled during the process, but Zhan Qipei seemed quite insistent, tightly holding her wrist without hurting her.