Pregnant After Healing the Alpha
Chapter 569 - 558 The Weary Zhan Qipei

Chapter 569: Chapter 558 The Weary Zhan Qipei

"Don’t stay silent, hurry up and tell me what happened. The photo of you hitting someone has already been leaked, and Miss Qiao also appears in it, but her face wasn’t captured,"

The manager was clearly only able to speak these words after calming down, and Lin Yun wasn’t so nervous anymore.

"They started the trouble first, we were acting in legitimate defense,"

The manager couldn’t help but let out a curse.

"Damn it! How do you guys always end up in these situations?! The people at the management are probably doing this on purpose. Not even a few minutes after the photo got out, your suspension notice came down. Those stuffed shirts aren’t doing what they should be, just focusing on you guys. Forget it, forget it, just take Miss Qiao to the hospital first, then come back and deal with this mess with us."

Lin Yun uttered a "hmm" and then hastily hung up the phone.

He felt incredibly frustrated, not having a clue whether he would be able to compete in the world competition, and now he was already being penalized.

Qiao Jing looked up at Lin Yun, seeing the disheartened look on the face of the troublemaker and tightly pursed her red lips.

"Lin Yun, you go back to the club first, I need to go home and treat my wound."

She took a second glance at Zeng Xiangyang, who was clearly anxious, and reminded him.

"I’ve called two cars, Zeng Xiangyang is going out with me. I can’t take you home right now."

Zeng Xiangyang uttered a blank "oh" twice, clutching his phone tightly, inadvertently catching sight of the wound on Qiao Jing’s arm again.

"Master, are you really going to treat your wound by yourself? My cousin still doesn’t know you’re injured because when I sent the message, you hadn’t been slashed yet. What are we going to do? If only we had chosen somewhere else to eat..."

Qiao Jing freed her uninjured hand and rubbed Zeng Xiangyang’s head, leading the kid to the other car nearby.

"It’s okay, you go ahead. Just contact me if you need anything."

Luckily, Zhan Qipei still didn’t know she was injured. After treating her wound upon returning, she would be able to keep it from him.

But she had better get home before Zhan Qipei does.

Zeng Xiangyang got into the car with a worried face and even stuck his head out of the window before driving off.

"Master! Let me know when you get home! Next time we won’t go to a roadside barbecue stall!!!"

Qiao Jing nodded and watched Zeng Xiangyang leave.

After seeing Zeng Xiangyang off, she turned to look at Lin Yun and Old Yang.

"Boss, I’ll be going then, and you, Lin Yun, hurry back, don’t make the manager worry."

For the first time, she really wished she had wings to fly straight home, to keep the whole matter under wraps.

Otherwise, that dog of a man Zhan Qipei would start another round of his overblown reactions.

As for Lin Yun’s matter, she would handle it as quickly as possible.

Since the paparazzi chose to expose the photo directly, she would have to take another approach, a more correct and effective one than buying off the photos, but it would take a bit of time.

Old Yang didn’t dare delay Qiao Jing’s wound treatment and nodded continuously.

"Miss Qiao, you better go and treat your wound. I’ll have to strengthen the management of the club, no riffraff will be allowed in."

Lin Yun didn’t speak and silently followed behind Qiao Jing, escorting her to another taxi.

Seeing that Lin Yun showed no sign of leaving, Qiao Jing stopped and turned back to look at him.

"Why are you still following me?"

Lin Yun’s footsteps halted, and he crossed his arms.

"Who says I’m following you? Is there a problem with my car being here too?"

Qiao Jing glanced at the empty street, cleared out as the police conducted their business.

"Okay."

She discovered that this brat Lin Yun was not only venomous with words but also stubborn.

Aside from the taxi she hailed, there were no other vehicles on the street, yet he insisted he was going her way.

But she couldn’t be bothered to argue about such things; she just wanted to hurry home and take care of her wound.

Qiao Jing got into the car without further conversation with Lin Yun.

As the car was about to start, Lin Yun reluctantly spoke up.

"Remember... take care of that wound quickly, and if it doesn’t get better, go to the hospital. Don’t try to be tough."

He really didn’t want to say this; if it hadn’t been for the fact that Qiao Jing was injured because of him, he wouldn’t have cared about her at all.

Qiao Jing responded with a "Hmm" and rolled up the window.

Nantai Apartment.

Standing in front of her door, Qiao Jing hesitated, peering through the crack to make sure the lights inside were off, then sighed in relief.

Fortunately, she had made it back before Zhan Qipei got home; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been good for him to find out.

Qiao Jing quickly unlocked the door with her fingerprint, and just as she was about to step inside, she saw, in the dim light from the hallway, a man’s figure half-hidden in the darkness.

She was startled for a moment, barely recognizing who it was.

"Zhan Qipei?"

After all, the man with hair tousled by the wind, a wrinkled suit, and sweat-soaked bangs clinging to his forehead was nothing like the usual Zhan Qipei.

It reminded her of the time she was hospitalized, when the man had rushed over in the same weary state as now.

She had been curious why Zhan Qipei had arrived home before her, but seeing his current state, she understood.

When Zhan Qipei saw Qiao Jing unharmed in front of him, the worry that knitted his brow eased, and without a word, he pulled her into his embrace.

"Thank goodness you’re okay... I’m sorry, something came up during the meeting tonight, I had to go to the neighboring district to sign a contract, and I came back late."

Qiao Jing could feel Zhan Qipei’s heart pounding wildly and the scent of his hormones.

She wanted to respond to his words, to not make him feel so guilty, but...

But the arm Zhan Qipei had wrapped around her touched her wound, pushing the glass shards deeper, causing her so much pain that she involuntarily inhaled sharply and couldn’t speak.

"Hiss—"

Hearing Qiao Jing’s sharp intake of breath, Zhan Qipei’s movements stiffened, and he quickly let go.

"What’s wrong?"

Before Qiao Jing could reply, he felt a warm dampness on his shirt. Glancing at the shirt and spotting blood, his brows furrowed deeply.

Seeing the blood on his shirt, Zhan Qipei immediately knew where Qiao Jing’s wound was and looked up at her.

In his gaze lay an open wound, the blood around it dried, yet the cut looked fierce.

Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes turned grave in an instant, his entire demeanor became tinged with a heavy atmosphere.

"How did this happen? Did they hurt you when they got physical?"

To avoid delaying the treatment of the wound, he closed the door behind them without delay and led Qiao Jing into the living room.