Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 109: Chapter 103: Qiao Jing’s Alternate Account is Exposed

Fatty? Here to find Qiao Jing?

Zhan Qipei turned his head to look at Qiao Jing and discovered she was staring at the young man at the door.

Wen Binbin took off his glasses and looked at Qiao Jing with his big, round eyes, “Jing ge! Long tno see.”

“Why are you not staying in your mansion in the Capital, and instead have run over to my place?” Qiao Jing

asked in confusion. After asking this question, Qiao Jing’s brows suddenly knitted together, “Wait, | never told

you my address. How did you know | was here?”

Wen Binbin pulled a fan out from his waistband and fanned himself as he walked in.

“That's certainly because my Wen Binbin has vast magical powers!”

Wen Binbin walked to the sofa, sat down without any sense of ceremony, and looked at Zhan Qipei, “This must

be Jing jie, right? She really doesn’t look bad. Although only slightly better looking than me.”

Upon hearing the nickn“Jing jie,” Zhan Qipei felt speechless and twitched the corner of his eye, turning to

look at Qiao Jing. He thought to himself that her circle of friends was as wide-ranging as ever, comprised of all

sorts of strange characters.

Although this fatty looked dressed like a nouveau riche, intuition told him that the person was definitely not as

simple as he appeared.

It wasn’t a wild guess; there was an aura about the other party that was simply impossible to ignore.

Moreover, since the other party was a friend of Qiao Jing’s, they must certainly be aware of his identity.

Ordinary people would show sfear when speaking to him upon learning of his identity, but this person was

able to look him in the eye without flinching and even dare to teasingly call him “Jing jie.” Who was this person?

Qiao Jing shot Wen Binbin a speechless glance before standing between Zhan Qipei and Wen Binbin.

“Letgive you a brief introduction, he—"

“No need for introductions, | know who he is—the tycoon CEO of Zhan Corporation from the Capital, Zhan Qipei.

I'm Wen Binbin, Binbin as in cultured and refined. Nice name, huh? It even sounds better and is easier to

remember than yours. You can callWen Binbin, or you could callboss like Jing ge does. It's just a form of

address; feel free to use it.” Wen Binbin opened his fan and fanned himself in front of him, looking every bit like

a boss.

Wen Binbin... from the Capital...

Zhan Qipei furrowed his brows, searching his memory. It seemed there was no prominent family surnamed Wen

in the Capital.

Qiao Jing looked Wen Binbin up and down with distaste, “How have you gotten even fatter?”

She still remembered when she first met Wen Binbin three years ago, he was a lean young man, handsand

sunny, with charming dimples that appeared on his cheeks whenever he smiled.

And now... to be honest, she didn’t really want to look at him, a pile of flesh.

“This is prosperity!” Wen Binbin was quite fond of his chubby figure. “Besides, you should know the worry of thin

people is losing weight, but for someone as fat as me, there's no need to consider dieting. No worries, isn’t that

great?”

Qiao Jing looked at Wen Binbin speechlessly, “Have you forgotten about your own profession?”

The celebrated number one assassin of the alliance, Leng Qing, with a 100% success rate—an S-class assassin.

This guy, at his weight, who would believe that he was the legendary Leng Qing, known for moving without a

trace?

“Jing ge, you should not judge by my current appearance. As long as I'm around, I'm number one in that

industry, and no one dares to claim they're the second!” Wen Binbin wasn’t boasting; he certainly had the skills

to back his claim.

Zhan Qipei listened from the side, filled with curiosity. What exactly did this fatty do to talk so big?

“To be honest, how cyou suddenly ran over from the Capital?” Qiao Jing got to the heart of the matter.

“Snap—" With a flick, Wen Binbin closed the fan, sat up straight, his face turning serious, and the atmosphere

instantly quieted down.

After a brief silence, Wen Binbin finally spoke, “I've received a task to take your life.”

Upon hearing these words, Zhan Qipei instantly understood Wen Binbin’s profession.

Assassin!

Though this was important, compared to Qiao Jing, she was the utmost priority.

“Who wants to kill her?”

Wen Binbin turned to look at Zhan Qipei, with a hint of gossip in his eyes.

“Oh! You actually care about my brother Jing, don’t you? Don’t tellyou've developed feelings for him over

time, perhaps you've fallen for Brother Jing?”

“You're overthinking it, he’s currently considered as part of my Zhan Family for now. Hiring an assassin to kill her

is practically a provocation against Zhan Family. I'm just simply curious, who exactly is the person behind this?”

Zhan Qipei spoke indifferently.

“So you haven't fallen for Brother Jing? You've already married Brother Jing, so stop thinking about divorce. |

think you two are quite the match, a golden boy and a jade girl, a match made in heaven.”

Wen Binbin’s words gave Zhan Qipei a refreshingly new feeling, as during this teveryone around him,

besides his grandfather, had been urging him to divorce. Both people he knew and strangers were waiting for

him to divorce Qiao Jing.

Wen Binbin was different though, actually saying they were a golden boy and jade girl, a good match. Hearing

this felt surprisingly pleasant.

“Lettell you, by following Brother Jing, | guarantee your Zhan Family will flourish. And just look at Brother

Jing, with a great figure and a perky butt, definitely good for childbearing, for sure can bring you a houseful of

children and grandchildren for Zhan Family.”

Zhan Qipei followed Wen Binbin’s gaze, first landing on Qiao Jing’s towering peaks, then sliding down to her

slender waist that could be encircled with a single hand, and finally resting on the girl's full and firm buttocks.

Qiao Jing exhaled a heavy breath of

foul air and coldly glared at Wenn

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“No, no, no! I've been lacking calcium lately, my bones are brittle, please don’t mess around, | was wrong, isn’t

that enough?” Wen Binbin said, frantically backing away.

Qiao Jing thought if she hadn’t been on her period and thus inconvenienced, she would definitely have

disassembled Wen Binbin’s bones today for his brazen teasing.

She took note of this. When she got the chance later, she would make sure Wen Binbin’s bones beceven

“healthier.”

“You can't find out who issued the task even with your skills?” Qiao Jing got back to the main topic.

Wen Binbin held a fan while sitting on the edge of the sofa, maintaining the furthest distance from Qiao Jing.

“If I can’t find it out with my skills, then that’s the result, isn't it?”

Qiao Jing understood Wen Binbin’s implication. Whoever had secretly issued the task and managed to erase all

traces must be no ordinary member of the wealthy elite.

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Zhan Qipei looked at Qiao Jing with a shocked face, “You have a villa at Tan Palace?”

In the Capital, Tan Palace and Purple

Garden are ranked as the most

luxurious villa areas, in redibly, m

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wealthy but also well-connected. Due

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availability, even having money

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doesn't guarantee you can buy one.

That Qiao Jing had a villa in Tan Palace was astonishing to Zhan Qipei.

Before Qiao Jing could answer, Wen Binbin’s voice rang out first.

“Yeah? You didn’t know? | think Brother Jing has several villas at Tan Palace?”

Chapter 109 - 103: Qiao Jing's Alternate Account is Exposed

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