Pregnant After Healing the Alpha
Chapter 571 - 560: Zhan Qipei is Going to Help Qiao Jing Bathe Again

Chapter 571: Chapter 560: Zhan Qipei is Going to Help Qiao Jing Bathe Again

While dressing the wound, his gaze kept drifting unconsciously onto Qiao Jing’s delicate shoulders.

The moment he saw her, his mind also began to uncontrollably ripple.

But as soon as he remembered he was treating Qiao Jing’s wound, he halted his thoughts.

However, now as he was tying the bandages around Qiao Jing’s wound, his hands occasionally touched her exposed shoulder, making his movements increasingly clumsy.

Qiao Jing cast her eyes downward and took the bandage from Zhan Qipei’s hand.

"I can dress it myself."

If she continued to experience Zhan Qipei’s hands caressing her, she might not be able to help shivering.

Given Zhan Qipei’s nature as a scoundrel, he might even consider some wicked ideas.

Zhan Qipei pursed his lips slightly, took the bandage back from Qiao Jing, and focused on dressing her wound carefully.

"All right, are you sure you don’t need my help with this?"

He just wanted Qiao Jing to rest properly, he could take care of this matter himself.

The last batch of people who had confronted Qiao Jing were now imprisoned for life, and now these people had hurt Qiao Jing; he was determined to make them face even harsher consequences than before.

Qiao Jing nodded her head as she spoke, pulling out her phone and logging into Weibo.

"Hmm, I’ll handle it myself."

She opened her Weibo to see what the situation had escalated into online.

Last time, simply because of the rumors, she already attracted a lot of attention; this time, the suspension might cause that number to double.

Upon opening Weibo, the top trending item was Lin Yun being suspended for assault.

Qiao Jing clicked on Lin Yun’s trending topic, which redirected her to another page.

The first thing at the top was a photo of Lin Yun assaulting someone, and she narrowed her eyes slightly, recognizing the person in the photo as the one who had injured her with a bottle.

At that moment, the lackey had been beaten to a point where he could no longer fight back, so it appeared as if Lin Yun was unilaterally assaulting someone.

Because it was seen from such an angle, everyone thought that Lin Yun had initiated the fight, and he had beaten someone who was completely defenseless.

However, in the next second after the photograph was taken, Lin Yun had already stopped because the lackey couldn’t move anymore, and this paparazzi intentionally released this photo, clearly with malicious intent.

Qiao Jing furrowed her brows slightly and continued scrolling, seeing a notice about Lin Yun’s suspension from the league.

She clicked on the suspension notice, glanced at the comment section, and saw that it was mostly full of criticism towards Lin Yun.

"I’ve always said that Lin Yun is only good at gaming, he’s got such a terrible temper, and now look, he’s been exposed for assaulting someone, suspended huh?"

"Although I’m indifferent about Lin Yun, hitting others is simply wrong, and the person in the picture can’t even move, yet Lin Yun kept hitting him — clearly, he intended to gravely injure."

"I am a fan of Lin Yun, and I can’t believe he would do something like hitting someone. Even though he gets uptight at times, I never thought he would resort to violence. I’m unfollowing him."

"Don’t get so happy, who would hit someone for no reason? Isn’t that crazy? Plus, Lin Yun himself must know, given that he’s a professional player about to compete internationally, that he wouldn’t initiate a fight, do you think he’s stupid?"

"..."

Qiao Jing clicked on the comment defending Lin Yun and saw that everyone below was cursing at this person.

She pursed her red lips, exited Weibo, and sent a message to her subordinates.

While she was on Weibo, Zhan Qipei had been sticking close by her side, refusing to leave.

Qiao Jing, feeling somewhat helpless, rubbed her temples and cast a glance at Zhan Qipei.

"Go do your own thing, I’m fine now."

She now had to deal with Lin Yun’s assault overnight, the sooner the better.

Otherwise, the online public opinion would ferment and become more severe, and she didn’t know if that troublemaker Lin Yun had seen it.

In her mind, she could automatically envision Lin Yun seeing these comments, her face turning bright red with anger, and cursing loudly.

Qiao Jing then messaged Zeng Xiangyang and Lin Yun to assure them of her safety and contacted the club manager before she put away her phone.

Zhan Qipei frowned tightly, his brows filled with deep concern.

"It won’t do, you’re injured, the wound can’t touch water, how are you going to bathe later?"

Upon hearing Zhan Qipei’s words, Qiao Jing looked up at the man.

"Can’t I just wrap it up? Don’t tell me you’re suggesting to help me bathe again?"

Zhan Qipei nodded seriously and said earnestly,

"Yes, I’m worried that bathing alone might get the wound wet."

Qiao Jing rolled her eyes silently and stood up to take plastic wrap out, carefully covering the bandaged wound.

"Go handle your own matters, I can manage by myself."

She knew that whenever bathing was mentioned, this damn man wouldn’t say anything appropriate.

It had been the same before. Even if there was a minor cut, no matter how small, this damn man confidently told her he’d help her bathe.

Zhan Qipei’s thin lips pressed into a tight, curveless line as he stared intently at the wound on Qiao Jing’s shoulder and said emphatically,

"No, I promise I won’t think of anything else."

He had come back late already; now he should be even more attentive to Qiao Jing.

If Qiao Jing accidentally wet the wound at home and it got infected, his negligence would become even more pronounced.

After all, it was his lack of care for Qiao Jing; he didn’t want that kind of incident to happen.

Qiao Jing became increasingly speechless, pulled a face, then got up to get her change of clothes and quickly entered the bathroom, locking Zhan Qipei out.

The cut on her body was neither severe nor trivial, but on closer inspection, it looked somewhat serious.

After all, glass shards had lodged into the wound, so it was natural for Zhan Qipei to be so anxious.

But to her, such injuries were minor. She had suffered more severe injuries in a few accidents before and had been able to manage them herself, so she didn’t really take this injury to heart.

Zhan Qipei, isolated outside the bathroom, didn’t leave and stood by the door.

"If you need anything, call me, I’m right outside."

Qiao Jing glanced at the frosted glass door, behind which stood a tall and upright dark silhouette.

She pursed her red lips and turned on the shower.

Zhan Qipei stood quietly outside the door, listening to the soft sound of water from the bathroom, automatically picturing what it looked like inside at the moment.

He swallowed, feeling an intense restlessness building inside him.

Realizing that his thoughts were straying, he immediately pulled his mind back, but the image of applying medicine on Qiao Jing earlier surfaced in his mind again.

Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes deepened, and he glanced back at the bathroom.

"Qiao Jing, I have some unfinished work, I’ll go back to my room first."

If he stayed any longer, Qiao Jing would realize something was off the moment she came out.