Pregnant After Healing the Alpha
Chapter 619 - 608: Qiao Jing, Help Me Wipe It

Chapter 619: Chapter 608: Qiao Jing, Help Me Wipe It

Zhan Qipei actually took off the western suit jacket he was wearing and held it over her head?

Qiao Jing was stunned for a moment, glancing up at the personally tailored suit above her head with a puzzled face, looking towards Zhan Qipei.

"What are you doing?"

Please don’t tell her that Zhan Qipei wanted her to use his suit jacket to shield herself from the rain.

If she remembered correctly, that suit jacket was the one Zhan Qipei wore most often, which showed how much the man liked it. And now he was using it to keep her from the rain?

Zhan Qipei pursed his thin lips and then his lips curled into a smile.

"The car is across the street, I’ll hold the jacket for you as we go."

He would never allow Qiao Jing to get drenched. It was just a jacket, after all.

As for why he would prefer to brave the rain to take Qiao Jing home now, it was naturally because he did not want to bump into Wu Xirui, did not want the other man to take another glance at Qiao Jing.

Moreover, the car was just across the street, not too far, so he could ensure that a majority of Qiao Jing’s clothing stayed dry.

Qiao Jing couldn’t quite understand Zhan Qipei’s actions, slowly furrowing her brows.

"Why rush through the rain? We can wait a while, until the rain stops."

She really did not want to use Zhan Qipei’s suit jacket as an umbrella. It felt somewhat odd in a way she couldn’t quite articulate.

Hearing Qiao Jing’s words, Zhan Qipei’s gaze fell upon the entrance of the hall behind them, furrowing his brow again.

Qiao Jing noticed Zhan Qipei’s gaze, followed where he was looking, and saw that he was looking in the direction of the hall.

She immediately understood Zhan Qipei’s intention and pulled the corners of her mouth helplessly.

"What about you?"

Seeing Zhan Qipei’s appearance, she estimated he intended to let himself get soaking wet, while instead having her leave alone holding the suit jacket.

In fact, she didn’t really mind Wu Xirui’s presence, but Zhan Qipei did.

She had never experienced a man holding his jacket over her head as an umbrella, and couldn’t help feeling a bit curious about it.

Just then, Qiao Jing suddenly saw a couple nearby. The guy took off his jacket, holding it over both their heads, and they dashed out into the rain to get into a taxi.

After watching this scene, Qiao Jing felt an impulse stirring within her and looked up at the man in front of her.

Zhan Qipei had also observed this, and the smile on his lips deepened. He held the jacket over Qiao Jing’s head.

"I don’t need it, the jacket is just to shelter you from the rain."

After saying this, he took Qiao Jing’s hand and walked forward a few steps.

"Let’s go."

Qiao Jing nodded, and just before darting into the rain, she took the opportunity when Zhan Qipei wasn’t paying attention to cover both of their heads with the jacket.

"Now we can go."

Zhan Qipei was taken aback, not expecting Qiao Jing to cover his head as well.

But now that it was already draped over his head, it wasn’t convenient to just remove it. He simply tilted the jacket as much as possible towards Qiao Jing’s side. Even if his own clothes got wet patch by patch, he didn’t care at all.

They hadn’t walked far before a waiter, holding an umbrella, rushed out of the restaurant and began searching the crowd for Zhan Qipei.

He looked around amongst the crowd seeking shelter from the rain for a long time but couldn’t find Zhan Qipei, murmuring in confusion,

"Where’s President Zhan? Wasn’t he just here?"

He had noticed that the umbrella stand at the entrance was empty, so ran back to the storeroom to get one. But when he came out, President Zhan was nowhere to be seen?

Just as he was muttering to himself and turning around, he bumped into Wu Xirui, who had just come out of the hall.

The waiter was startled, once again picturing the scene of Wu Xirui laughing uproariously on the sofa, and couldn’t help but shudder all over.

"Fi... Fi-Fi-Fifth Master..."

Had it not been for Wu Xirui’s identity, he would have regarded the man as a lunatic and called the cops to take him away.

Laughing out loud for no reason was one thing—he sometimes laughed when he thought of something funny himself—but the way Wu Xirui had just laughed so loudly, almost maniacally, how could a normal person suddenly burst into such raucous laughter?

Wu Xirui paid no attention to the waiter, his gaze piercing like a venomous scorpion, fixated on the retreating figures of Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei in the rain, the smile stiff on his face.

Things won’t end this simply, Zhan Qipei.

The waiter was frightened by Wu Xirui’s gloomy expression and gaze, clutching the umbrella tightly and subconsciously stepping back a few paces.

Is this the aura of a big shot... and President Zhan too, he remembered that one look from President Zhan had nearly frozen him on the spot.

The waiter didn’t dare stay any longer, ready to take his umbrella and walk back, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he wanted to see what Wu Xirui was staring at.

Following Wu Xirui’s gaze, he was shocked to discover the very President Zhan he was looking for, now walking in the rain using his suit jacket as a shield?

To completely disregard his image??

Is this really President Zhan?!

And President Zhan’s back was almost completely drenched, yet the woman by his side was well protected, hardly touched by the rain.

Meanwhile, inside the car.

Qiao Jing casually brushed off the rainwater on her shoulder, wanting to check if other areas got wet when she noticed that only that spot was damp.

"Zhan Qipei, how are you doing?"

She glanced sideways at the man next to her, noticing that his white shirt was half-soaked through, with certain parts becoming semi-transparent.

The most striking were Zhan Qipei’s robust pectorals and evenly distributed abs, which were somewhat outlined underneath the white shirt.

But Zhan Qipei, as if he didn’t feel it at all, started the car.

"It’s nothing."

Actually, Qiao Jing was the most important to him; he didn’t mind.

Qiao Jing, unable to bear looking at Zhan Qipei’s clothes any longer, pulled out a few tissues and dropped them on the man’s lap.

"Wipe your clothes."

Although Zhan Qipei’s shirt was that wet just to shelter her from the rain, she would feel very uncomfortable sitting all the way with a man who... was essentially wearing an almost non-existent shirt.

Especially with Zhan Qipei, that dog of a man.

Zhan Qipei looked at Qiao Jing with confusion, glanced down at the tissues on his lap, and suddenly realized that his shirt had turned somewhat transparent after being soaked in the rain.

His dark eyes dimmed, and he curled up a corner of his mouth, saying indifferently,

"It’s fine, I’ve turned on the air conditioning—it’ll dry soon."

Seeing that Zhan Qipei had absolutely no intention of wiping his shirt, Qiao Jing rolled her eyes speechlessly.

This dog of a man must have seen what his shirt looked like when he looked down. His refusal to wipe it now was definitely deliberate.

Zhan Qipei noticed Qiao Jing was still staring at him, the emotions deep in his eyes gradually welling up, and his low voice sounded,

"I’ve thought about it, and it’s probably easier to wipe it down, but it’s not very convenient while I’m driving. Could you help me wipe it?"

Qiao Jing felt a heavy throbbing in her temples and, too lazy to entertain Zhan Qipei, pulled her gaze back.

Wipe it or not, it’s not her concern—if someone catches a cold, it won’t be her.