Pregnant After Healing the Alpha
Chapter 582 - 571: Qiao Jing Blushed

Chapter 582: Chapter 571: Qiao Jing Blushed

Zhan Yao was just about to answer when he was interrupted by Zhan Qipei.

"No way."

Zhan Qipei swiftly came to Qiao Jing’s side and took the woman’s slender wrist.

"Qiao Jing is coming home with me, Mom, don’t make Dad sleep on the couch, it’s really tough on him."

He absolutely could not let Qiao Jing stay at Purple Garden. Not being able to sneak into the bed was one thing, but another was that the wounds on Qiao Jing’s shoulder needed redressing.

Zhan Yao furrowed his brows, looking puzzledly at Zhan Qipei.

"I didn’t say I mind sleeping on the couch."

He now knew Qiao Jing was Divine Doctor Jing. With such an impressive daughter-in-law, he dared not have any complaints.

Moreover, he didn’t dare confront Su Manhan either.

Zhan Qipei’s thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight, icy line as his dark eyes deepened.

When did his dad start acting like this? Why wasn’t he standing on the same side with him?

As the situation stalemated, Zhan Nanqing timidly spoke up.

"Mom, actually I can chat with you too. It doesn’t necessarily only have to be Qiao Jing; let’s give them some couple’s time."

She had barely finished speaking when she received a sharp glare from Su Manhan.

"I just haven’t seen Qiao Jing for a while, so I wanted to spend a night with her. It’s also good for fostering a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship, right?"

Zhan Nanqing immediately shut her mouth, muttering in her heart:

With your relationship with Qiao Jing as mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, if it improved any further, you might as well treat Qiao Jing like your own daughter.

Oh no... Qiao Jing was already being treated like a real daughter by her mom, considering her status was even higher than hers.

She felt like a "fake daughter," unloved and uncared for. Probably, the future family hierarchy at home would be: Qiao Jing, her grandfather, her mom, kitchen utilities, her dad, her, her brother.

Qiao Jing massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"I’m sorry, Madam Zhan, I haven’t taken a shower yet. It’s more convenient to go home. Can I join you for shopping another time?"

Actually, the main reason was that her wounds still needed attention, and it wouldn’t be convenient to change the dressings or her clothes if she stayed at Purple Garden.

Seeing Qiao Jing put it that way, Su Manhan had no choice but to let it go.

"Alright, then next time we go out, I’ll stay over with you."

Seeing Su Manhan relent, Zhan Qipei’s tense brows finally relaxed, and he led Qiao Jing out of Purple Garden.

Inside Nantai Apartment.

The first thing Qiao Jing did when she got home was to change her dressings.

She sat on the couch and directly pulled down her collar, revealing the bandage around her wound.

Just as Qiao Jing was about to unwrap the bandage, a pair of large hands appeared in her line of sight.

Zhan Qipei untied the knot of the bandage and gently unwrapped it circle by circle.

When the wound on Qiao Jing’s shoulder was exposed, his dark eyes instantly lit up.

"The wound is about to scab over!"

Qiao Jing lowered her eyes to look at the wound and responded faintly.

"The medicine is working quickly."

Just as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a tingling sensation at the site of the wound.

Qiao Jing shuddered violently, looked down, and there was Zhan Qipei, that despicable man, actually touching her wound with his fingers?!

Her wound was a bit itchy as it was scabbing, and it felt even itchier as Zhan Qipei touched it with his calloused fingertips.

Qiao Jing instinctively tried to withdraw her hand, but Zhan Qipei suddenly grasped her arm.

She furrowed her brows in annoyance and rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Zhan Qipei, let go."

Zhan Qipei didn’t listen, his hand clutching tightly Qiao Jing’s arm exposed to the air, while his other hand was cautiously touching the woman’s wound.

Qiao Jing’s eyebrows furrowed tighter and her eyelids twitched violently.

"Zhan Qipei? Are you listening?"

Normally, she would have pulled her hand back right away, but her wound was about to scab over, and pulling back suddenly could tear the wound open again, which would not be good.

Even with good medication, the recovery of the wound after a second injury would slow down.

Zhan Qipei furrowed his brows tightly, gently fiddling with Qiao Jing’s wound with his fingertips, his thin lips slightly parting.

"Wait a moment."

Qiao Jing pursed her red lips, a hint of annoyance glinting in her eyes, and she gritted her teeth and said:

"Zhan, Qipei!"

She didn’t want to forcefully pull back her hand and cause a secondary injury to her wound, but the area around her wound was just too sensitive.

Only then did Zhan Qipei realize that Qiao Jing was angry, and he paused in his movements.

"It won’t take long, there’s a small piece of gauze on your wound, it might have been accidentally left there when unwrapping it."

He had been focused on avoiding hurting Qiao Jing while treating her, so he hadn’t noticed she was upset until now.

Upon hearing Zhan Qipei’s words, Qiao Jing was stunned for a moment, her tightly furrowed brows quickly relaxed, and her eyes showed a hint of apology.

"Sorry, I misunderstood you."

She had thought that Zhan Qipei was trying to take advantage of her, especially since the man did not explain but directly started touching her, and it was even at her wound, which had caused the misunderstanding.

Zhan Qipei pursed his lips and didn’t say much, resuming working on Qiao Jing’s wound.

A moment later, Zhan Qipei pulled out the small piece of gauze and threw it into the trash can.

"Done."

Qiao Jing lowered her eyes, her cool voice breaking the silence.

"About just now—"

She hadn’t finished her words when Zhan Qipei interrupted her.

"You should take a bath and remember to be careful, avoid getting the wound wet, and if you want to make it easier..."

He deliberately paused, his deep dark eyes intensely staring at Qiao Jing, his gaze becoming somewhat scorching as he revealed a smile that shouldn’t belong to him.

"You can let me help you wash."

Upon hearing Zhan Qipei’s words, the hint of apology in Qiao Jing’s eyes instantly vanished, and her temples abruptly throbbed.

This guy... not again...

She had thought Zhan Qipei was finally being serious for a moment, but the moment this dog of a man spoke, it was still those words,

She didn’t understand why he was so obsessed with the idea of bathing her?

"Thanks, I can wash myself."

After dropping these words, Qiao Jing hurriedly went back to her room to get some clothes and walked into the bathroom.

Zhan Qipei stood behind Qiao Jing, watching her with clothes in hand as she entered the bathroom, slowly curling up the corners of his mouth.

He just stood there, with no intention of leaving, watching the silhouette of the woman’s curves through the frosted glass door.

The reason he could discern Qiao Jing’s curves through the shadow was naturally because more than three months ago,

he had seen the complete Qiao Jing.

That was a Qiao Jing only he had seen.

At this thought, Zhan Qipei couldn’t help but reminisce about that wonderful night, his dark eyes deepening a bit, as if plunging into an abyss.

He suddenly felt a dryness in his throat, a heat spreading from his heart to his whole body, and he urgently needed to cool down.