Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

“Eh?” Zhan Yuanshan looked at Zhan Qipei, who had taken Qiao Jing into his protective embrace, and made a puzzled sound as he squinted his wise old eyes to watch closely.

As he watched, he nodded in approval.

This grandson of his, he had indeed not misjudged, was beginning to get on the right track.

“I, I didn’t do it on purpose—” Lou Xinrou, terrified and shivering, paused for two seconds before hurriedly throwing the sword to the ground and rushing over to Zhan Qipei’s side.

“Brother Pei, are you, are you alright? Did it hurt you? I didn’t do it on purpose, I really didn’t,” Lou Xinrou said, almost crying from fear, looking at Zhan Qipei’s back with a pained expression.

“Brother Pei, take off your clothes, let me help you check,” Lou Xinrou said, reaching out to touch Zhan Qipei.

“Get your hand away.” Zhan Qipei’s expression was dark, and cold frost swirled in the depths of his eyes.

Lou Xinrou was scared by Zhan Qipei’s look, her extended hand not knowing whether to retract or to continue.

All she did was care about whether you were hurt, and that was all, wasn’t that allowed? Are you that germophobic?

Just as Lou Xinrou felt wronged, Qiao Jing reached her hand to the man’s back and felt around.

Zhan Qipei subconsciously furrowed his eyebrows, enduring the pain without making a sound.

Qiao Jing could tell Zhan Qipei probably had a superficial wound, “Let me have a look.”

“It’s nothing serious,” Zhan Qipei replied, effectively refusing.

“I’m a doctor, it’s me who decides whether it’s serious or not,” Qiao Jing insisted. “Take off your clothes.”

As she spoke, Qiao Jing reached for the man’s suit.

Zhan Qipei was quick to catch Qiao Jing’s wrist.

Qiao Jing frowned, it was just a check on the back, not a private part of the body.

After all, she had seen your private parts more than once, so there was no need to be mindful of it.

At that moment, the man’s pleasant deep voice suddenly resonated in her ear.

“You’re planning to look here? Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Okay.”

Qiao Jing followed Zhan Qipei out of the room.

Lou Xinrou watched them leave in disbelief, her emotions a mix of anger, urgency, and jealousy!

Zhan Nanqing approached Lou Xinrou and comforted her, “Don’t overthink it, you know as well as I do that Qiao Jing is a half-hearted, inept doctor, but after all, she is a doctor. That’s why my brother let her check.”

Comforted by Zhan Nanqing’s words, Lou Xinrou felt somewhat better.

“And just now, Xinrou, you danced beautifully, Qiao Jing completely lost to you,” Zhan Nanqing said, though actually feeling quite uncertain.

“Really?” As Lou Xinrou asked, she noticed Zhan Nanqing opened her mouth and paused for two seconds.

“Real——of course, it’s real——” Zhan Nanqing replied with an odd expression.

Lou Xinrou felt as if an arrow had deeply pierced her heart, the kind that bleeds profusely.

…

Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei went to a secluded room together.

“You better take off your clothes quickly.”

That eager?

Zhan Qipei’s heartbeat inexplicably quickened, and he neatly took off his suit, then reached for the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one by one in front of Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing watched expressionlessly, perhaps because she had seen it so often that it no longer affected her much.

Zhan Qipei looked at Qiao Jing suspiciously, his physique was so good, how come she showed no reaction at all.

Could it be that in her eyes, his charm was so lacking?

At this thought, Zhan Qipei’s expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

Qiao Jing moved behind Zhan Qipei, where the prop had stabbed him, the area was red and purple, the skin was broken, and blood was oozing out faintly.

“Although it’s not too serious, if left untreated, it could get infected. Don’t move, I’ll get the medication ready for you.”

No sooner had Qiao Jing finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Qiao Jing answered it, and the visitor was Tang Yan.

Tang Yan was carrying a medicine kit, “The Old Master asked me to bring it over.”

As Tang Yan said this, he sneakily glanced inside, seeing Zhan Qipei shirtless, sitting on the bed.

“I won’t disturb you two then.”

Tang Yan closed the door very considerately.

Qiao Jing looked at the medicine box in her hands. As clever as she was, how could she not guess Zhan Yuanshan’s intentions.

Qiao Jing returned behind Zhan Qipei, starting to disinfect and apply ointment to the wound.

Zhan Qipei felt the ceaseless busy hands on his back, feeling as if fallen leaves had drifted onto the calm surface of a lake, creating endless ripples.

It made his body itch, and even more so, his heart restless.

“All done,” Qiao Jing stopped her movements.

Zhan Qipei turned around to face Qiao Jing, “Have you learned Sword Dance before?”

“No,” Qiao Jing replied truthfully.

“No?” Zhan Qipei frowned, “But you just danced better than Lou Xinrou.”

“I learned it from her.”

Zhan Qipei understood at the same time was astoundingly surprised.

She remembered after just one look?!

Did she possess a photographic memory?

That amazing?!

That meant Xu Moqian wasn’t lying—Qiao Jing indeed was a professor at his university.

“I heard from Nanqing that you work as a janitor in Professor Qiao’s lab. You are a professor at Imperial Capital University and a doctor at the hospital; why would you work as a janitor? Don’t tell me it’s because you admire Professor Qiao that you went to work in their institute.”

He had wanted to ask Qiao Jing this question for a while, but never found the right opportunity. Also, he had thought Qiao Jing’s affairs were none of his business, which is why he waited until now to ask.

He was curious to see how she would respond.

“That was what Zhan Nanqing said; I’ve never admitted it,” Qiao Jing said.

So she was indeed not a janitor.

“Then what do you do in Professor Qiao’s institute?”

Qiao Jing’s eyebrows slightly raised as she answered indifferently, “That’s my personal affair, and there’s no need for me to tell you.”

This response from Qiao Jing did not satisfy Zhan Qipei.

Zhan Qipei stood up from the bed, the light cast on the man highlighted his physique, perfectly chiseled by shadows, filled with virile hormones.

Squinting his eyes, he took long strides towards Qiao Jing, step by step walking to her side, eventually extending an arm to pin Qiao Jing against the wall.

Qiao Jing looked at the man with his upper body bare. Although she had seen this body more than once or twice, the feeling it gave her this time was somehow inexplicably off.

Just then, the man’s deep, mellow voice suddenly sounded next to her ear, deliberately lowered in a way that felt extremely seductive.

“You’re not speaking because you want to hide something?”

Zhan Qipei found that the more he tried to see through Qiao Jing, the deeper he went, the more secrets he discovered. He couldn’t help but want to delve further, to strip away all her pretenses, to see through her clearly and transparently.

He was very curious about what kind of surprise would await him at the end of it all.

“Again, my affairs have nothing to do with you,” Qiao Jing removed the man’s arm and left the room.

Zhan Qipei looked at himself in the mirror, not out of vanity, but because his body was exceptionally well-trained, possessing all the muscular attributes a man should have.

Even stronger.

Yet she didn’t spare him a second glance from beginning to end…

As soon as Qiao Jing came out, Zhan Ruiting and Xu Moqian surrounded her.

“Sister Jing, he didn’t take advantage of you, did he?” Xu Moqian hurriedly asked.

Before Qiao Jing could reply, Zhan Ruiting spoke first, “What are you talking about? Who would take advantage of Doctor Qiao? My cousin wouldn’t. Because my cousin already has someone he likes.”

Um? Qiao Jing’s eyebrows lifted, turning back to look at Zhan Qipei.

He already has someone he likes? Who? Lou Xinrou?

Impossible, right?

“Do you really like Lou Xinrou?”

Zhan Qipei glanced at Zhan Ruiting, then looked towards Qiao Jing, “You’re overthinking it.”

It wasn’t an explanation; he was just stating a fact.

As soon as Lou Xinrou arrived, she heard this and felt as if her heart was pierced by an arrow, bleeding profusely.

“I said, your taste couldn’t be that bad,” Qiao Jing nodded.

Lou Xinrou’s heart instantly bristled like a hedgehog.

Just then, Deng Yunyi suddenly approached, coming to Qiao Jing’s side.

“This is my WeChat and phone number.”