Pregnant After Healing the Alpha
Chapter 618 - 607: Are You Angry?

Chapter 618: Chapter 607: Are You Angry?

Upon hearing Zhan Qipei’s words, Wu Xirui curved his lips upward, slowly sitting up from the sofa without feeling the slightest impact from the intimidating aura exuding from the other person.

He lifted a hand to playfully toss the strands of hair hanging in front of his eyes upwards, fully revealing his charming, peach blossom eyes as he watched the two people before him with a smiling gaze.

"Zhan Qipei, the matter between us isn’t so simple. Qiao Jing merely pressed a few acupoints for me, and you accuse me of faking illness? Do I look like I have nothing better to do? If it weren’t for Qiao Jing’s massage and treatment just now, I probably wouldn’t have been able to get up."

He knew that Zhan Qipei had seen through him, but he couldn’t let Qiao Jing know he was deceiving her; otherwise, the distance between him and her would grow even further.

As for what Zhan Qipei said...

Hah!

He wasn’t going to let this situation resolve so easily.

Qiao Jing lightly raised her fine, mist-like eyebrows, her gaze steadily fixed on Wu Xirui’s face.

Regardless of whether Wu Xirui was genuinely ill or not, at least he could sit up now, proving that he was alright.

But she disliked any patient faking illness, especially since Wu Xirui’s intention was to use her. She would not become a tool for others to exploit, no matter who it was.

Zhan Qipei’s lips were tightly closed, forming an uncurved line of coldness, as he cast a cold sidelong glance at Wu Xirui. Without saying another word, he quickly left with Qiao Jing in tow.

Qiao Jing could feel the pair of hands holding hers gradually tightening, and Zhan Qipei was walking very fast. She surmised that the man was angry and simply followed him along.

Seated on the sofa, Wu Xirui silently watched the retreating figures of the two, a sneering smile always on his lips. However, seeing Qiao Jing unquestioningly follow Zhan Qipei, his slightly squinted pupils couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

His gaze fell on their tightly clasped hands, and he laughed softly to himself.

"Heh!"

It wasn’t until Qiao Jing’s figure disappeared from his sight that he picked up the red wine glass belonging to Qiao Jing from the table, swirled it in his hand a few times, and suddenly gulped down a mouthful of wine.

After he drank the wine, he set his gaze on the wine glass in his hand. Recalling that it was specially prepared for Qiao Jing to create a date-like atmosphere, which hadn’t come into play, he burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha!"

It seemed... he needed to put in more effort regarding Qiao Jing!

The waiter, who had been full of concern, jumped in fright at this scene and hastily stepped back several paces.

He had already been intimidated by President Zhan’s formidable presence and had stiffened in place, not daring to move. Now that the man had finally left, before he could even sigh in relief, he saw Fifth Master suddenly erupt with loud laughter here.

His fragile nerves couldn’t take such turmoil, so he made his escape.

Outside the door.

When Qiao Jing saw that Zhan Qipei had no intention of stopping, she knitted her brows slightly.

"Zhan Qipei, let go of my hand first."

Her wrist was being held too tightly by Zhan Qipei,

Only then did Zhan Qipei come to his senses and immediately let go of the hand he was holding, lowering his gaze to the woman.

Suddenly, he noticed that the delicate and fair wrist of Qiao Jing was now marked with a red ring from his grasp.

A look of distressed guilt surfaced on Zhan Qipei’s face as he lowered his gaze, gingerly lifting Qiao Jing’s wrist that he had reddened.

"I’m sorry..."

He had been too angry just now, completely unaware that he was exerting too much force.

It was his fault that he had inadvertently hurt Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing shook her head and withdrew her hand from Zhan Qipei, casually rubbing the reddened wrist with her other hand.

"It’s fine, are you angry?"

Although Zhan Qipei hadn’t said a word all the way, she could feel the atmosphere around him.

Furthermore, Zhan Qipei had even forgotten to control his strength when holding her hand, clearly indicating that he was indeed very angry, perhaps about her contact with Wu Xirui.

But she didn’t think that there was anything wrong with her pressing Wu Xirui’s acupoints; regardless of whether he was pretending or not, as a doctor, she would provide treatment immediately.

However, it was indeed an oversight on her part not to have taken Wu Xirui’s pulse before administering treatment.

Upon hearing Qiao Jing’s words, Zhan Qipei’s furrowed brows slightly relaxed.

"Yes, but I’m not angry with you."

Faced with a look of confusion from Qiao Jing, she was about to ask who the man was angry with when he spoke up.

"I’m angry with myself."

Qiao Jing was even more puzzled, her red lips parting slightly.

"Why are you angry with yourself?"

She thought that Zhan Qipei hadn’t done anything wrong either; he didn’t entangle himself with Wu Xirui unduly and had made it clear where he stood, which was the right choice.

She had been somewhat angry earlier, thinking that Zhan Qipei was jealous again and wanted to interrupt her patient treatment.

But when she speculated that there might be another possibility for the whole incident, her anger faded away.

Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes dimmed, and he barely opened his thin lips.

"I didn’t handle Wu Xirui’s matter well, leading to it affecting you, and I accidentally exerted too much force just now, hurting you."

He needed to speed up dealing with Wu Xirui’s affairs because the other party’s strength was not to be underestimated, causing his own progress to be a bit slow.

But progress was being made on his end, and he was gradually taking over Wu Xirui’s influence within the country.

As long as Wu Xirui lost his domestic influence, he would surely return to develop overseas and would no longer stay in the country.

Qiao Jing hadn’t expected Zhan Qipei to be angry over such a matter and said, somewhat amused:

"It hasn’t affected me."

The image of Zhan Qipei standing in front of her and uttering those words flashed through her mind, prompting a helpless smile.

After this incident, piecing together previous events, she realized that when facing issues, Zhan Qipei would occasionally stand by her side, tackling the problems together with her, giving her a sense of fighting shoulder to shoulder.

But more often, he liked to shield her, wanting to block all troubles for her, showing how much he wanted her to rely on him.

A soft spot in her heart was touched, stirring a ripple in the depths of her eyes.

If she ever felt tired, Zhan Qipei’s shoulders could indeed provide her with a bit of rest, for he was strong enough.

As this thought crossed her mind, Qiao Jing noticed Zhan Qipei’s furrowed brows and instinctively placed her hand on his forehead.

By the time she realized what she was doing, she had already begun trying to smooth out the "twist" in his brows.

Startled, Qiao Jing wanted to withdraw her hands, but Zhan Qipei quickly caught her wrist and, following her actions, finally fully unraveled his furrowed brows.

At the same time, a heavy rain began to fall from the sky, droplets beating down on them one by one, quickly soaking their clothes.

Qiao Jing originally intended to go to the restaurant to grab a spare umbrella, only to find that the umbrellas prepared for guests had all been taken.

Just as she took out her phone to call for a taxi, Zhan Qipei did something that took her by surprise.