Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 297: Chapter 287 Zhan Qipei and Wu Xirui Start Fighting
 

Hadn’t Qiao Jing told him that she and Wu Xirui were only in a doctor-patient relationship?

Then why did the two of them appear in the bar at the same time, and why were they sitting so close to each other? Especially Wu Xirui, who kept leaning in toward Qiao Jing and joking with her, his face beaming with happiness.

Could it be that the relationship between a doctor and a patient also includes going to bars for drinks?

Zhan Qipei’s clenched fists revealed bulging veins, and his temples throbbed uncontrollably, his lips pressed into a straight line without any curve.

His deep eyes stared fixedly at the two of them.

Just at that moment!

The glass in Wu Xirui’s hand suddenly tilted, and the drink spilled out, soaking Qiao Jing’s leg.

His expression froze for a moment, and he immediately set down his glass.

“Sorry, it was an accident.”

Wu Xirui pulled out several tissues, reaching out intending to help clean it up for Qiao Jing.

Before Qiao Jing could refuse Wu Xirui, a strong and forceful arm suddenly encircled her waist.

She instinctively wanted to strike out at the person, but that arm promptly pulled her toward him with force.

This caused Qiao Jing’s body to uncontrollably fall against him, and by the time she recovered her senses, she was already wrapped in his embrace.

When Qiao Jing looked up and saw Zhan Qipei, she froze for a moment, retracted her hand that was ready to chop, and a hint of confusion floated in her eyes.

How did Zhan Qipei get here? Wasn’t he drinking over there just now?

“How did you come?”

Zhan Qipei’s long, ethereal eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his thin lips pressed firmly together, the low pressure around him withdrawn, his chest heaving heavily once.

“If I didn’t come, he was going to wipe your leg.”

Wu Xirui, after observing the instantaneous changes, was stunned for a moment. When he regained his senses, he shot Zhan Qipei a challenging look.

The moment Zhan Qipei’s eyes lifted to meet Wu Xirui’s, the air pressure around him dropped several tens of degrees again!

Meeting Zhan Qipei’s eyes filled with displeasure and wariness, Wu Xirui was very pleased, his peach-blossom eyes curving once more, smiling again on his face.

“I just accidentally spilled the drink on her leg and was going to clean it up, why are you so worked up?”

Wu Xirui knew exactly what words would provoke Zhan Qipei, and he continued smiling as he spoke.

“Besides, it’s just a marriage of convenience that ends when the agreed time comes, is there a need to be so tense?”

Zhan Qipei’s expression darkened even further, as if it could drip water, and he coldly spat out four words.

“None of your business.”

Ni Yue had just come out from the restroom and was dumbstruck upon seeing this scene.

How did Zhan Qipei and Wu Xirui end up here? And with such a stance, were they about to fight?

Wasn’t she just using the bathroom? How did it become a battlefield when she came out?

Ni Yue wanted to ask Qiao Jing what was happening but seeing her held in Zhan Qipei’s arms, she didn’t dare to approach, lest the trouble involved an innocent bystander like her.

Her gaze moved beyond Zhan Qipei and landed on Lu Zijiao.

Ni Yue skirted around the two potentially combative men, softly stepping over to Lu Zijiao and whispering.

“What’s going on? I just went to the bathroom, what happened?”

Lu Zijiao was equally baffled.

“How would I know?”

How could he have known Qiao Jing was here? He was even more clueless as to why she was sitting with Wu Xirui.

Ni Yue looked at Lu Zijiao with disdain and muttered.

“You’ve been here and you don’t know what happened? This is why you can’t rely on men.”

She looked up at the two in the center of the battlefield and continued to observe the situation.

Wu Xirui raised an eyebrow and spoke to Zhan Qipei.

“Oh? It has nothing to do with you? You can’t tell what I want to do?”

Upon hearing this, Qiao Jing’s brows furrowed.

Zhan Qipei protected Qiao Jing behind him, his tone carrying a warning.

“Your grudge against the Zhan Family should be directed at me alone, do not involve her. If I catch you bothering her again, I can have you thrown out of the capital at any time.”

Wu Xirui chuckled, his peach blossom eyes filled with a sickly intensity as he touched his forehead.

“What an arrogance, although the Zhan Family is the capital’s first family, it doesn’t mean the capital belongs to the Zhan Family. I come and go as I please, without the need to notify your Zhan Family.”

Zhan Qipei’s chest rose and fell deeply, his facial contours tense.

He looked at Qiao Jing, feigning a deep infatuation.

“I was smitten with her at first sight, Qiao Jing and I are a match made in heaven; haven’t you heard that ‘gentlemen prefer fair ladies’? What’s wrong with me pursuing her?”

The fury Zhan Qipei had been suppressing in his chest burst out!

He took a step forward, grabbing Wu Xirui by the collar with a chilling gaze straight at him.

Wu Xirui didn’t resist but raised his hands, still smiling at the corners of his mouth.

“You’d better have the ability to actually strike me.”

Without any hesitation, Zhan Qipei’s fist nearly struck Wu Xirui’s face at that instant!

Qiao Jing grabbed Zhan Qipei’s wrist, preventing him from moving until the other’s strength receded, before she spoke.

“It’s not what you think; I just happened to run into Wu Xirui.”

Zhan Qipei must have misunderstood, thinking she came with Wu Xirui.

Though there was no need for her to explain so much to Zhan Qipei, she had to clarify the situation; otherwise, it would be troubling if he thought she was flirting with another man during their engagement period.

Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes narrowed, his hands still grasping Wu Xirui’s collar.

“Are you defending him?”

Qiao Jing responded seriously, “No, I am just stating the facts.”

The veins on Zhan Qipei’s hands stood out as he gripped Wu Xirui’s collar, continuing to exert force.

Lu Zijiao saw the situation escalating and immediately stepped forward to mediate.

“Let it go, don’t actually start a fight, there are so many people in the bar.”

Ni Yue looked worriedly at the group. Others in the bar also noticed the commotion, turning their heads to watch; it wouldn’t be good if a fight really broke out.

Zhan Qipei showed no sign of letting go, his dark eyes fixed on Wu Xirui’s face that was grinning but not smiling.

Wu Xirui didn’t care that he was being held by the collar; he smiled back at Zhan Qipei, waiting for him to make a move.

“Zhan Qipei, enough!”

Qiao Jing’s voice grew colder.

“Do you really want to make a big deal out of this? Don’t you believe what I said?”

Zhan Qipei’s hand paused for a moment before slowly loosening and pushing Wu Xirui backward.

Wu Xirui stumbled back several steps before steadying himself, lowering his head to straighten his collar, and then looking up at Zhan Qipei.

“Heh, I thought you were going to hit me.”

Qiao Jing glanced coldly at Wu Xirui.

Wu Xirui shrugged nonchalantly, making a zipping motion across his mouth to indicate he’d stay quiet.

Zhan Qipei, with a grave expression, grabbed Qiao Jing’s slender wrist and led her outside the bar.