Pregnant After Healing the Alpha
Chapter 581 - 570: Jealousy for Qiao Jing

Chapter 581: Chapter 570: Jealousy for Qiao Jing

Qiao Jing glanced at Zhan Yao, who was lost in thought, and thought about her identity having been exposed. She had no choice but to interrupt him.

"Uncle Zhan, I have something I want to tell you."

She had to ask Zhan Yao not to let anyone know she was Divine Doctor Jing. The more people who knew, the worse it would be.

She didn’t want so many people to know. Although her identity wasn’t particularly impressive, as far as she knew, many people were looking for her. If everyone knew she was Divine Doctor Jing, it would probably attract a lot of attention.

But now, she simply couldn’t care for so many patients. Except for the emergencies she would attend to, like with Old Mr. Chen.

If her identity as Divine Doctor Jing became public, would she still have any personal space left?

Director Chen and Zhou Fu, sensing the situation, tactfully walked away, leaving room for their conversation.

Seeing that everyone had moved away, Zhan Yao asked,

"What is it?"

Qiao Jing slightly furrowed her brow and slowly began to speak.

"About me being Divine Doctor Jing, don’t tell Madam Zhan for now, and keep it from others as well."

Zhan Yao nodded and immediately agreed.

"Alright, I understand."

He knew why Qiao Jing wanted to keep it a secret. Surely, if Su Manhan found out Qiao Jing was Divine Doctor Jing, she would definitely ask Qiao Jing to treat Zhan Qipei’s infertility.

But Qiao Jing was aware that Su Manhan had been worried about Zhan Qipei’s infertility. Since Qiao Jing was Divine Doctor Jing, she must have already privately cured Zhan Qipei, so they didn’t have to worry so much anymore.

As his thoughts reached this point, he suddenly remembered something, hesitated for a moment about whether to say it or not, but eventually asked,

"If you don’t let Manhan know about this, what about Qipei and Nanqing?"

"They already know," she replied.

Upon hearing Qiao Jing’s words, the smile that had just formed on Zhan Yao’s face instantly froze.

"Ah? Oh... okay, then I’ll head back first and have Qipei pick you up."

He had thought that he was the only one in the family who knew about Qiao Jing being Divine Doctor Jing, aside from his father, but it turned out his son and daughter knew even before him.

Fortunately, Su Manhan was still there to cushion the blow, as long as he wasn’t the last to know.

Inside Purple Garden.

As soon as Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei entered the house, they ran into Su Manhan waiting at the door.

Seeing Qiao Jing arrive, Su Manhan immediately stepped forward, affectionately took Qiao Jing’s arm, and led her toward the living room.

"I’ll take you to wash your hands, hurry up! We’re all waiting for you."

Qiao Jing looked back at Zhan Qipei, who was automatically ignored, and helplessly twitched the corner of her mouth.

"Okay."

She suddenly realized that Zhan Qipei’s status in the Zhan Family seemed to have become somewhat diminished?

Even Su Manhan, who always cherished Zhan Qipei, was now blatantly ignoring him.

When she came out after washing her hands, she found that everyone had already taken their seats.

She had just reached her seat and hadn’t even sat down when Su Manhan already arranged her utensils.

Seeing this, Zhan Nanqing couldn’t help but complain,

"Wow... it looks like my status in this family is getting lower and lower, unlike Qiao Jing!"

Upon hearing Zhan Nanqing’s words, Qiao Jing helplessly glanced at him and pursed her red lips.

Zhan Qipei’s face also became slightly embarrassed as he watched Su Manhan arranging the utensils.

He had wanted to set the utensils for Qiao Jing himself, but his mother had taken over.

He thought he should be serving his wife, but his mother always took over his duties.

Just as Qiao Jing was about to pick up a dumpling for her bowl, someone was faster than her.

Her bowl, empty a second ago, was suddenly piled with dumplings the next.

She looked helplessly at Zhan Qipei and Su Manhan, who were almost competing to stuff her bowl with dumplings.

Her bowl was full, yet they took a new one to continue filling.

More than half of the dumplings on the plate had ended up in the two bowls in front of her, while the bowl in front of Zhan Nanqing contained only a pitiful two or three dumplings.

A sudden throb pulsed at Qiao Jing’s temples, and she pushed one of the bowls of dumplings toward Zhan Nanqing.

"Nanqing, you eat. Madam Zhan, Zhan Qipei, no need to serve me anymore; it’s too much, I can’t finish it all."

She had already eaten dinner earlier that evening, and if she were to eat both bowls of dumplings, wouldn’t she burst?

Zhan Nanqing looked at the bowl in front of her that contained only two or three dumplings and then at the bowl full of dumplings that Qiao Jing had pushed towards her.

With such a comparison, she felt like a beggar, unable to get enough food or warmth, while all the good things went to Qiao Jing.

There was no need to make the favoritism so obvious!!

Upon hearing Qiao Jing’s words, Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes deepened, and he raised his gaze to look at Su Manhan.

"Mom, Qiao Jing said you don’t have to serve me anymore, I can do it."

Su Manhan glared at Zhan Qipei and scolded:

"How dare you talk like that? Qiao Jing also said you don’t have to serve her, and she’s my daughter-in-law. If I don’t treat her well, who should I treat well?"

Zhan Qipei narrowed his eyes, which were as heavy as mountains and misty as fog, and glanced sideways at the woman next to him.

"Qiao Jing is my wife, and it’s enough that I treat her well; there’s no need to trouble mom."

Su Manhan set down her chopsticks and smacked her lips.

"Listen to what you’re saying. Try not treating Qiao Jing well for once and see what happens."

Zhan Nanqing watched the two quarrel jealously over Qiao Jing and clicked her tongue, muttering softly.

"Looks like it won’t be long before there’s no place for me, Zhan Nanqing, in the Zhan Family..."

As she spoke, she picked up a dumpling, dipped it in some vinegar, and popped it into her mouth.

After tasting the tartness of the vinegar on the dumpling, she got goosebumps all over her body—she had accidentally used too much!

However, it might also have been her own doing, as she was now just a vinegar pot, adding vinegar to vinegar!!

After all, everyone in the family was nice to Qiao Jing, and she was just a poor child that nobody cared about.

Even her father, who had always been non-committal, had taken advantage of the chaos to serve a few dumplings to Qiao Jing, and at the time, she had thought she was seeing things.

She rubbed her eyes several times then and realized that her father was indeed serving dumplings to Qiao Jing, and he flatly hadn’t served her a single one!

Qiao Jing, somewhat helplessly, rubbed her forehead and interrupted the two who were still going at it.

"Enough, let’s eat the dumplings."

If the two kept quarreling like this, they might as well not eat at all.

Upon hearing Qiao Jing’s words, Zhan Qipei stopped speaking; Su Manhan also began to use her chopsticks, and the earlier tension dissipated very quickly.

Zhan Yuanshan looked at the harmonious scene at the dining table and showed a very satisfied smile, stroking his beard.

This was the way a family should be!

The antagonistic behavior that Su Manhan and Zhan Nanqing had been engaging in earlier, what did that amount to?

After the meal, Qiao Jing stood up and bid farewell to several people.

"Grandpa Zhan, Uncle Zhan, Madam Zhan, Nanqing, I’m heading back now."

Zhan Yuanshan nodded his head, finding Qiao Jing more and more pleasing the more he looked at her.

"Alright, Jing Girl, take care of your health, eat more, and come visit this old man more often."

Zhan Yao and Zhan Nanqing also nodded their heads.

Only Su Manhan did not immediately respond to Qiao Jing but walked over to her instead.

"Qiao Jing, why don’t you stay at Purple Garden tonight? It just so happens that Qipei’s bedroom is empty, oh no, never mind, come sleep with me, and we can chat tonight. How nice!"

At this, Zhan Yao blinked, asking instinctively:

"Then where do I sleep?"

Su Manhan looked at Zhan Yao with a disdainful gaze.

"You sleep on the couch, or in Qipei’s room."