Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 173: Chapter 166: Zhan Qipei Goes Mad
 

It was no longer the gentle entangling of before, but a crazed conquest.

Qiao Jing’s anger flared up immediately, and she bit down.

“Hiss—” The man stopped his movements, furrowed his misty eyebrows, hung his head slightly, and a few strands of hair fell across his forehead, adding a bit more obsessiveness and wickedness to his appearance.

The man’s chest heaved unevenly, his lashes, longer than the woman’s, hid the emotions in his eyes.

“Zhan Qipei, let go, or I won’t be polite to you.” Saving her did not mean that she had to let him take advantage of her just because he had saved her.

“Suit yourself,” the man’s voice was low and shaky, carrying a bit of a petulant tone.

“You—” It was the first time in Qiao Jing’s life that someone had infuriated her to the point that she couldn’t speak.

Two seconds later, the man lifted his face, his gaze falling once again on the girl’s lips. At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to possess her at all costs.

If he couldn’t have her heart, he at least wanted to possess her body!

No sooner said than done!

Zhan Qipei, enduring the pain in his leg, moved toward Qiao Jing once again.

Qiao Jing, quick on her feet, lifted her hand, palm up, against the man’s chin, and twisted it aside.

“Zhan Qipei, how old are you? Aren’t you tired of making a fuss? Is it really necessary to get so angry just because I bathed a few kids at the orphanage?”

Hmm?

Zhan Qipei was stunned, froze for a good few seconds, then slowly turned his head to look at Qiao Jing.

“Kids? How old?”

Qiao Jing felt a headache coming on.

“About five or six years old.”

Zhan Qipei thought about the physical growth of five- and six-year-old boys.

Well… that’s tolerable.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” Zhan Qipei asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he looked at Qiao Jing.

He laughed?

This man really was like the weather, changing at a moment’s notice.

“So, can you let go now?” Qiao Jing eyed Zhan Qipei’s arm with a speechless look.

“Yeah, sure.” Zhan Qipei was in a good mood now, willing to listen to anything Qiao Jing said.

However—

Just before letting go, he couldn’t resist, leaned in, and dabbed a kiss on Qiao Jing’s lips.

Qiao Jing’s pupils dilated suddenly, her face flushing with anger.

“How could you—”

“My leg hurts.” Zhan Qipei let his whole body hang on Qiao Jing, wrapping his arms around her waist and not letting go.

Qiao Jing looked down at the man’s leg, which was quivering slightly. As a doctor, she could tell if Zhan Qipei was faking or if it was genuine.

It really hurt.

After all, his leg injury was quite severe.

“You know it hurts now? Weren’t you quite lively just now?”

Zhan Qipei let Qiao Jing say whatever she wanted; since he had kissed and hugged her and she hadn’t pushed him away, he was very happy.

“You shouldn’t take a bath today with that injury,” Qiao Jing said.

“That won’t do, I smell all over, I can’t stand it any longer,” he replied.

If he didn’t bathe, then the promise of a back scrub was off?

Looking at the big man clinging to her like a shameless rogue, Qiao Jing’s eyes suddenly curved, a rare mischievous gleam appearing in them.

“Oh? So you knew you were smelly? Hanging on me when you’re that stinky, don’t you even consider my feelings?”

Zhan Qipei was immediately taken aback, had he just been rejected?

At that moment, in an effort to protect his male pride, Zhan Qipei quickly got off Qiao Jing, lifted his arm, and smelled it.

“Does it really smell that bad? Why doesn’t he notice? Could it be that he’s used to it, but others can’t stand it?”

Thinking that the girl he liked had rejected him, Zhan Qipei’s expression grew even graver at this moment.

“I’ll wash by myself.”

Having said that, Zhan Qipei picked up his crutch and limped toward the bathroom.

Seeing Zhan Qipei like this, Qiao Jing secretly smiled.

“It’s dangerous for you to wash yourself. We agreed that I would help you scrub your back.”

“No need.” These words Zhan Qipei really didn’t want to say; in fact, he had long planned to have Qiao Jing help him scrub his back. But he didn’t want Qiao Jing to dislike him even more.

Seeing how stubborn Zhan Qipei was, Qiao Jing said exasperatedly, “I was kidding you, it’s not that smelly.”

Zhan Qipei stopped in his tracks, turned around, and a swirling gloss appeared in his dark eyes.

A moment later.

In the bathroom.

Zhan Qipei took off his shirt, and then proceeded to take off his pants.

“Hey! Hold on, otherwise I’ll really leave you alone,” Qiao Jing protested.

“You’ve seen it before,” Zhan Qipei said, looking back at Qiao Jing with a smirk.

Qiao Jing put down the bath ball, ready to leave.

“Fine, I won’t take it off.”

Qiao Jing came back.

While scrubbing the back.

Since Zhan Qipei also had rib injuries, Qiao Jing didn’t dare to apply much pressure, maintaining the force and gently wiping.

The temperature in the bathroom was already high, and its ventilation was not very good; now with Qiao Jing gently wiping his back, it felt like a cat’s paws caressing him.

Zhan Qipei felt even more breathless.

He regretted it, wishing he had never let the girl scrub his back. Now he could see and feel, but couldn’t enjoy it—wasn’t this just torturing himself?

Tonight, it seemed he was destined to be sleepless.

Zhan Nanqing also couldn’t sleep, overwhelmed by the events of the day.

“So embarrassing! Too embarrassing!”

It was her mom’s idea—wasn’t it just Qiao Jing entering her research institute? Was there a need to make such a fuss and throw a party? And to make matters worse, to speak those words in front of Qiao Jing.

“Ahhhh—so embarrassing!” Zhan Nanqing buried herself in the pillow, howling.

At that moment, Lou Xinrou called.

“Nanqing, I heard your mom is throwing a celebration party for you?”

Upon hearing this, Zhan Nanqing’s mood soured even more.

She could even surmise that the entire upper echelons of the Empire probably knew about it by now.

“Nanqing, there’s something… I want to ask you…” Lou Xinrou hesitated.

“What is it?”

“It’s just, I’ve noticed that your attitude towards Qiao Jing has changed a lot from before. Now, Brother Pei insists on marrying none but Qiao Jing; have you tacitly acknowledged the fact that Qiao Jing is going to be your sister-in-law?” Lou Xinrou had wanted to ask Zhan Nanqing this for a while.

“No!” Zhan Nanqing yelled loudly, her voice slightly shaky.

Of course, she hadn’t accepted the fact that Qiao Jing was going to be her sister-in-law.

It’s just… she didn’t know how to describe her feelings.

Anyway, she just couldn’t express it.

“That’s good,” Lou Xinrou said, feeling a sense of relief after hearing Zhan Nanqing’s words.

“You tell me, what exactly happened between Qiao Jing and Brother Pei? Why did Brother Pei suddenly fall for Qiao Jing? Didn’t Qiao Jing say she wasn’t romantically interested in Brother Pei? Do you think Qiao Jing is deliberately deceiving us, making us let our guard down? So cunning! This Qiao Jing, she’s just horrible!” Lou Xinrou grew more indignant as she spoke.

“What does this have to do with Qiao Jing? My brother has fallen for Qiao Jing, but Qiao Jing doesn’t like my brother!” Zhan Nanqing blurted out, then realized the other end of the phone had suddenly gone silent.