Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

But now——

It was all fake!

So now she seriously suspected that Ming Youling had deliberately led them on.

“Uh, I stained your shirt. How much is it? I’ll pay you back,” the female fan asked Zhan Qipei.

Zhan Qipei thought for a moment and replied, “I don’t remember clearly, around a hundred thousand or so.”

The female fan?!!!

“You, you’re not joking with me, are you?”

After all, even if it was a scam, if you said a thousand or two, she could accept it and just consider it bad luck.

A shirt worth a hundred thousand? What kind of joke is that?

Zhan Qipei didn’t bother with the female fan anymore and turned to look at Qiao Jing, “I have a spare set of clothes in the car. I’ll go change. You wait for me.”

“Okay,” Qiao Jing nodded her head.

Zhan Qipei took out his keys and walked towards the luxury car, the Maybach.

The female fan’s eyes widened instantly. Is this Zhan Qipei’s car?

“Beep beep——” The lights around the car lit up, and Zhan Qipei opened the door and got in.

In her astonishment, the female fan took out her phone and searched for the car model.

She could tell the car was expensive, but she didn’t know exactly how much. She looked it up.

“Hiss——” The female fan gasped.

Tens of millions!!!

The female fan was so scared that her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground.

So it seemed that the man had not been joking when he said his shirt cost a hundred and some thousand.

It’s all over… wuu wuu wuu… it’s all Ming Youling’s fault. Why did she have to make that face and say those misleading things during the interview?

She was confused just now, but now she understood, because this man’s identity was far from ordinary—Ming Youling wanted to cozy up to a major financial backer!

Shameless!

Ming Youling, as of today, she’s no longer a fan!

No, she’s an anti-fan!

Fortunately, Zhan Qipei hadn’t troubled her, or the female fan would’ve felt like dying.

It wasn’t just the issue with the hundred-thousand-dollar shirt, the most terrifying thing was her throwing eggs at them earlier.

After narrowly escaping disaster, the female fan became a dedicated anti-fan of Ming Youling, leaking information non-stop, stating that the man in the photo was already married, and Ming Youling had intentionally misled everyone.

“Who is this? Which anti-fan?” Ming Youling, very angry, blew up and clicked on the anonymous user’s shared images of Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei together.

“Who is this woman? Why is she with President Zhan?”

Moreover, the background behind the two of them was a supermarket, which meant that they had been shopping together; this made Ming Youling even more curious about what exactly the relationship was between Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei?

Ming Youling’s eyes were glued on Qiao Jing in the photo, whose facial features were three-dimensional and delicate, her skin glowing and luminous.

The photo was taken with a rear-facing original camera and did not have a hint of beauty filters, let alone Photoshop.

To be honest, in their entertainment industry, many popular female celebrities could not stand the light of day without filters and beautifying apps, looking pretty average without them.

But looking at the girl in the photo again, her bare face was so attractive, her body so well-shaped it was explosive, especially those long and slender legs, which were comparable to an international supermodel.

The more she looked, the more jealous Ming Youling became, so much that she wanted to smash her phone to bits; but upon further thought, she realized destroying her phone was pointless.

Early morning, half-past six.

“Buzz buzz buzz—” A vibration from her mobile phone by her ear disrupted Qiao Jing’s peaceful dreams.

“Today is my birthday, you haven’t forgotten, have you?” came a voice with a tinge of grievance through the phone.

Qiao Jing rubbed her temples, having slept somewhat poorly.

This one could blame on Zhan Qipei, who last night insisted on squeezing into her room, claiming that as husband and wife they should share the same bed, tossing and turning her for half the night, resulting in her sleeping until now.

“I even forget my own birthday sometimes, how could I remember yours?”

“I’m so sad! No way, I gave you a present for your birthday, so you’ve got to give one back for mine!”

The man who called Qiao Jing was none other than her childhood friend from kindergarten, who was now a top star in the entertainment world, Cao Feiyu.

With millions of fans, just one Weibo post could reach a million reposts and ten million likes.

This shows how high Cao Feiyu’s status in the entertainment industry really is!

“What gift do you want? I’ll buy it and send it over.”

“Xiao Jingjing, aren’t you being a bit insincere? Don’t you even bother to think? You should at least give it some thought!” Cao Feiyu sounded heartbroken.

Qiao Jing rubbed her temples again, “A car? A house? Or—”

“Stop—stop right there! I have enough of those,” Cao Feiyu said, his mouth twitching in exasperation.

“Then what do you want?”

“I want you.”

There was silence on the phone.

Two seconds later, under Cao Feiyu’s eager anticipation, the phone transmitted Qiao Jing’s ever-indifferent words.

“Oh.”

Qiao Jing had become accustomed to Cao Feiyu’s way of speaking, always throwing out unreliable and unserious remarks.

Back in kindergarten, Cao Feiyu picked a large handful of assorted flowers from the teacher’s beloved vegetable garden and presented them to her.

He declared that he would marry her when they grew up.

That time, they got caught by the teacher and got a good scolding.

“Come pick me up, I’ll be waiting at the drama set.”

Cao Feiyu had already made his plan; today, he was going to confess his feelings to Qiao Jing in earnest.

Regardless of the consequences, he wanted the whole world to know, today, Cao Feiyu was going to woo Qiao Jing.

In the afternoon, Qiao Jing dressed casually and was ready to step out when she received a call from Zhan Qipei.

“I’ll come pick you up tonight.”

“No need, I’ve got something to do, going to drop by a drama set,” Qiao Jing said while changing her shoes.

Zhan Qipei furrowed his brows, “Are you going to be a star?”

Although he was willing to support Qiao Jing’s dreams unconditionally.

Being a celebrity meant the whole world would vie for his wife, which was a hassle.

“You’re thinking too much, just visiting a friend.”

Relieved by Qiao Jing’s response, Zhan Qipei let out a breath.

Soon, Qiao Jing arrived at the entrance of the drama set.

Thanks to Cao Feiyu’s prior notice, Qiao Jing managed to enter smoothly.

“Who would’ve thought, she would come to this drama set,” Zhan Qipei stood by the window in the resting room, watching.