Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 88: Chapter 82 Zhan Qipei Begins to Think of Qiao Jing

Just as the man was preparing to go further, Qiao Jing finally seized the opportunity, quickly withdrew her hands

from the man’s large grasp, and then raised her hand swiftly—knife falling, striking the man’s neck.

“Mm-hmm—" The man let out a muffled groan before he fell down, his face buried in the valley in front of the

girl.

The expression on Qiao Jing’s face suddenly darkened, and she pushed the man off her body with a shove. After

giving him a displeased glance, she got out of bed and straightened her clothes.

Qiao Jing silently calculated the tin her mind, 49 days remained until her relationship with Zhan Qipei was

completely over. Considering the short number of days left, the stifled anger in her heart finally dissipated.

The next day when Zhan Qipei woke up, he found himself lying on his own bed, without even a blanket covering

him.

This woman, she brought him back, yet didn’t even bother to cover him with a blanket.

Last tshe was drunk, he still covered her with a blanket.

Zhan Qipei sat up from the bed, rubbing his slightly sore temples.

A loud “bang—" the sound of a door closing cfrom outside.

She left?

So early?

Zhan Qipei pulled open the door and looked outside; it was empty, leaving only him alone, making him feel an

inexplicable sense of emptiness.

This feeling was very subtle for him; he has always enjoyed peace, not fond of being disturbed. Before, Purple

Garden was so big, yet he never felt empty or lonely.

And now, an apartment of less than a hundred square meters actually made him feel lonely.

After scanning the room, Zhan Qipei’s gaze settled on the flowerpots on the balcony and walked over to take a

look.

He remembered this “number 1” flowerpot that only had a bud before, now it had grown leaves.

And this “number 9” pot, the morning before he saw it hadn't yet broken through the soil, yet in just one day and

one night, it had already sprouted green shoots.

He found this life filled with a rural atmosphere quite interesting.

After realizing this, Zhan Qipei found himself smiling.

Raising his hand to touch his mouth, he discovered that he had smiled more in this period than in the past

decade or so.

Since when did he start to change like this?

The moment this question arose in his mind, the image of the girl's beautiful and pure face emerged in Zhan

Qipei’s thoughts.

As he thought about it, the scene in his mind shifted, and he found himself pinning Qiao Jing down on the bed,

even pulling at her pants.

“This—"

Zhan Qipei’s brow furrowed, and he reached up to massage the center of his eyebrows.

Was he having a hallucination?

How could he possibly do such a thing to Qiao Jing?

Right, it must be a hallucination.

Just then, Zhan Qipei belatedly noticed a soreness in the back of his neck.

He touched it.

“Hmm...”

It really hurt, or else he wouldn't have groaned.

Zhan Qipei went to the mirror and turned his neck to look at it.

Instantly, his face turned as blue and purple as the back of his neck.

Now there was no doubt.

“That woman...”

What a heavy hand!

Zhan Qipei was puzzled by his actions—Even if he had been drunk, he shouldn't have done such a thing to Qiao

Jing, should he?

Could it be that, in his drunken haze, he mistook Qiao Jing for the person who saved him that day?

Zhan Qipei felt this possibility was likely, and decided that he should drink less in the future to prevent doing

such a thing to Qiao Jing again.

If by chance Qiao Jing were also drunk and couldn't resist, and something happened between them... that would

be troublesome...

He pushed those thoughts aside for now as the recent cooperation with the Gan family was giving him a

headache; he had to go to the company early for a meeting today and sort things out as soon as possible.

Around six in the evening, Qiao Jing returned from buying groceries at the market and was stopped by Qiao

Licheng right at the doorstep.

“What are you doing here again? What, do you really want to end up in the station?”

A few days ago, Zhan Qipei had almost sent Qiao Licheng to the station. In the end, Qiao Jing, considering he

was her biological father, let him off and saved him from jail.

This also marked the final severance of her and Qiao Licheng’s father-daughter relationship.

To Qiao Jing’s surprise, despite her attitude, Qiao Licheng didn’t show the slightest hint of anger.

That made Qiao Jing somewhat perplexed.

With a big smile, Qiao Licheng approached Qiao Jing, “My daughter, your dad hasn't treated you well in the past.

Captain Zhao gavea talking-to, which madefeel very ashamed, so | want to take you hand make up

for the twenty years of affection | owe you.”

Hmm? What's he up to all of a sudden?

Qiao Jing wondered if Captain Zhao had revealed to Qiao Licheng that she was Professor Qiao.

That seemed unlikely, didn’t it? Her identity was a secret; if she didn’t want to reveal it, surely those around her

wouldn't disclose it.

“You owenothing. We are now independent individuals. You live your life, and | have mine. Just don’t bother

me, that's all.”

Qiao Licheng still showed no sign of annoyance, maintaining the demeanor of a loving father while looking at

Qiao Jing.

“Xiao Jing, | know you blme for

being heartless and abandoning you

in the past. | don'tywantyo make

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Qiao Licheng spoke with sincere earnestness, almost on the point of kneeling before Qiao Jing.

With her understanding of Qiao Licheng and his family, Qiao Jing felt that his current attitude and actions were

too baffling.

“What is it you really want?”

“Just wanting to take you back home,” Qiao Licheng said with a sheepish grin.

“If you won't speak up, I'm leaving,” Qiao Jing said and strode past him.

Qiao Licheng saw Qiao Jing really leaving without paying him any attention, so he hurriedly chased after her and

stopped her again.

“Xiao Jing, you—"

“My nis Qiao Jing,” Qiao Jing coldly interrupted Qiao Licheng.

She didn’t like it when people she wasn’t close to called her by such intimate names; it was irksome.

Qiao Licheng clenched his back teeth, suppressing his frustration, and continued pretending to be a caring

father.

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want to take you back to make it up

to you. So, | went out of my way to

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“What did you say?” Qiao Jing’s defiant and cool brows lifted slightly, and an ominous pressure surged towards

Qiao Licheng.

Qiao Jing’s stare gave Qiao Licheng an instant chill down his spine, his hair on end, his heart fluttering with

dread: Why is this girl's gaze so terrifying? Like a sharp ice blade, it pierced straight into his eyes.

“Heh—planning to marryoff to sold geezer? You say it’s for my good, but in fact, it's for your own

benefit, for the Qiao family to gain advantages, right?”

Smart as Qiao Jing was, she quickly guessed Qiao Licheng’s intentions.

With the facade stripped away, Qiao Licheng’s face was hard to maintain, but there was no choice—for Qiao

Mengtong’s sake, for the sake of their Qiao family, he had to keep up the act and take Qiao Jing back with him.

“Child, your thinking is so outdated!

It's understandable since you've been

living in the countryside and haven't

been exposed to the outside world,

hardly niles byrtoxetn thihking.

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Listen Dee, 3 man is in his prat

fifty—how can he be called an old

geezer? Plus, Boss Hou is the

chairman and general manager of

Huayang Foodstuff. So many women

dream of marrying him but don't get

the chance, and | went through a lot

of trouble just to get him to agree to

meet you. Whether it works out

depends on whether you'll strive for

it.”