Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 294: Chapter 284 Zhan Qipei Lies
 

Ni Yue hurriedly rushed to the bar and took Qiao Jing to sit at the counter.

She pouted her lips, coated in lipstick, and leaned towards Qiao Jing’s face.

“Baby, give me a kiss. I came to find you right after I finished my draft. See how much I love you!”

Qiao Jing was amused and gently pushed her face away.

“I know you’re happy, but don’t use that foreign etiquette on me.”

Ni Yue pursed her lips and mumbled a response.

“What are you saying? I’ve just missed you too much; it’s an overload of longing. Bartender, two Blue Hawaiis, please.”

Before the bartender could respond, Qiao Jing quickly interjected; she couldn’t drink now.

“One will do; I’m not drinking that today.”

Ni Yue was a bit puzzled and leaned closer to Qiao Jing’s face, staring intently as if confirming something.

“If it weren’t for my Baby Qiao Qiao being this good-looking, I would have thought I brought the wrong person. Isn’t this your favorite? You always order it whenever we come.”

“Could it be you’re changing your taste? Hmm…”

After thinking it through carefully, Ni Yue listed another cocktail’s name.

“How about Passion Coast?”

The bartender looked at Ni Yue and then at Qiao Jing, waiting for them to decide.

Qiao Jing shook her head, not wanting those.

“No need, just a glass of milk will be fine.”

Ni Yue was immediately taken aback, her eyes widened, then she leaned in again towards Qiao Jing, asking incredulously.

“You come to a bar to drink milk? Are you serious? Have you started drinking milk while I was drawing?”

The bartender was also seeing someone come to a bar to drink milk for the first time, and was stunned.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, we don’t have milk here, but we have several other drinks if you’d like to choose one?”

Ni Yue straightened her posture and did not continue to question Qiao Jing about the milk.

“Then how about a Red Bull instead?”

Qiao Jing slightly furrowed her brows and pursed her lips; pregnant women can’t drink energy drinks either.

“Just an orange juice then.”

After hearing the final order, the bartender quickly prepared an orange juice for Qiao Jing and made a Blue Hawaii for Ni Yue.

Ni Yue sipped a little of her drink, remembering how Qiao Jing had waited alone downstairs for her.

“Hey, did your guy let you out today? Normally he clings to you like chewing gum. It’s surprising that he let you come to the bar to play with me today.”

Qiao Jing took a sip of her orange juice, frowned slightly, and answered softly.

“He said he’s busy tonight, having a meeting.”

Ni Yue spat out a sound, her tone very aggressive as if something had come to mind.

“Men are always like this, using being busy as an excuse, but he must be seeing someone else or getting tired of seeing the same face every day and going out to enjoy himself.”

Qiao Jing frowned, responding indifferently, “He shouldn’t be that kind of person. Besides, what does it have to do with me?”

Ni Yue downed a big gulp of her drink, treating the cocktail like beer, and started spewing words.

“Baby Qiao Qiao, you rarely interact with men; hence, you don’t quite understand. Let me tell you, when my parents divorced, it was just like this.”

“My dad did the same, always finding excuses for being busy and not coming home. Later, my mom caught him at the club with a young girl.”

She snickered, as if to vent her frustration, she took another forceful sip of her drink, which was nearly empty.

“Let me tell you, all men are pigs! All those excuses about being busy, I’ve heard them so often I could get calluses on my ears. I’m sure, your man, he must have someone else on the side, finds you annoying now.”

Qiao Jing’s pupils trembled slightly, and a fleeting unnaturalness appeared on her face, which quickly vanished.

She said in a nonchalant tone, “It doesn’t matter to me anymore, just 28 days until the divorce.”

Ni Yue giggled and affectionately nudged Qiao Jing.

“Right, who cares about him, we come to the bar to have fun, why talk about men, brings bad luck! It’s better for us women, the two of us living together would be better than finding a man.”

She paused, her tone serious, “Qiao Qiao, why don’t you just stay with me?”

Listening to Ni Yue’s nonsensical words, Qiao Jing rolled her eyes in silence.

“Are you drunk?”

Ni Yue, ever so carefree, draped her arm over Qiao Jing’s shoulder.

“How could I be? Who am I? I’m Ni Yue! Everyone might get drunk but not me, Baby Qiao Qiao, have you forgotten how much I can drink? I’m like a drinking champion!”

Qiao Jing pushed away the person leaning on her, finding it somewhat amusing.

“Being good at drinking isn’t described as being a ‘drinking champion’.”

Ni Yue clung to Qiao Jing like an accessory, wrapping her arms around her and refusing to let go, still mumbling.

“I don’t care, Qiao Qiao, I’m serious, wouldn’t it be better if we just stayed together instead of being with men?”

Qiao Jing felt that Ni Yue must be really drunk to be saying such things.

This time, without Qiao Jing having to push her away, Ni Yue suddenly let go, clutching her stomach.

“This is bad, why is my stomach suddenly hurting so badly? Qiao Qiao, I need to use the restroom, wait for me. When I get back, we’ll go another three hundred rounds with the drinks, and I’ll show you my capacity!”

Qiao Jing watched Ni Yue’s hurried figure and couldn’t help but smile slightly, always so impulsive.

She withdrew her gaze, sipping orange juice alone at the bar, looking towards the stage.

The lights in the bar were colorful and flashing brilliantly, the music deafening. Women in revealing outfits swayed their hips in the dance floor, their bodies wildly gyrating to the music, their faces wearing a look of trance.

Suddenly!

In the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, who was looking down, making it hard to see clearly because of the lighting, but she was very familiar with that silhouette—it seemed like Zhan Qipei.

She stared intently at that direction, and in a moment, the person lifted his head.

Qiao Jing saw that fleeting, stunningly handsome face, it was indeed Zhan Qipei.

Hadn’t he said he was busy, that he had an important meeting? How could he be here?

Could it be, as Ni Yue said, that he found her annoying or was he out with someone else?

But if that wasn’t the case, why lie? He clearly had time to be at the bar, so why wasn’t he home?

Hadn’t he promised to cook today?

Qiao Jing’s chest rose faintly, her furrowed brows slowly relaxed and she felt reassured.

After all, it didn’t have anything to do with her; their relationship like this was fine, noninterfering, whatever he did had nothing to do with her.

Zhan Qipei, sitting not too far away, was looking at his own glass of wine, and in one go, finished his drink.

Lu Zijiao sat next to Zhan Qipei, examined him from top to bottom, figured something out, and began with a teasing tone,

“Why aren’t you home with your lovely wife, instead asking me to drink with you here?”

“Also, you’re just sitting here drowning your sorrows alone, completely ignoring me.”