Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 394 - 383 Qiao Jing Gives Zhan Qipei a Massage
Chapter 394: Chapter 383: Qiao Jing Gives Zhan Qipei a Massage
Chapter 394 -383: Qiao Jing Gives Zhan Qipei a Massage
“Sure.”
Zeng Xiangyang was stunned for a moment, thinking he had heard wrong. He stared blankly at Qiao Jing.
“Huh?”
He soon came to his senses and, without giving Qiao Jing a chance to change her mind, rushed to her side, almost clinging to her.
He promptly changed how he addressed her.
“Master! Master!!”
Zhan Qipei’s face darkened upon seeing how close the two were, and his deep voice rose.
“Stay away from my wife.”
Zeng Xiangyang silently moved a few steps back, maintaining a short distance from Qiao Jing.
Zhan Nanqing was scrolling through videos at that time, and suddenly her video froze, silencing her earphones. She heard her brother’s remark and rolled her eyes in disbelief.
Why would her brother say something like that?
Wasn’t he teaching the kid bad habits? Bringing up ‘wife’ like that at this time.
Qiao Jing was somewhat speechless and twitched the corner of her mouth, ignoring Zhan Qipei’s remark.
“Not yet, if you score 80 on every subject in your next test, I’ll take you as my disciple.”
After hearing Qiao Jing’s words, Zeng Xiangyang’s elation quickly faded.
“80 points?”
One should know that his scores were usually in the single digits, randomly guessing multiple-choice questions before sprawling across his desk to sleep soundly.
On a good day, he would get a few more multiple-choice questions right, but even then, his highest score had only just surpassed nine points.
For him, 80 points seemed like an “old” life’s wish.
Noticing something was off with Zeng Xiangyang, Qiao Jing pretended to reconsider.
“Forget it if you can’t score that much.”
Zeng Xiangyang sighed several times, gritted his teeth, and agreed.
“Alright, 80 points it is. I’ll come to you immediately once I get them.”
It’s just 80 points, right? For the honor of being a ‘Glory King’, he was all in!
Su Manqian was standing by the couch at this moment and almost cried with emotion when she heard Zeng Xiangyang talking about scoring 80 points next time.
But she knew her son’s capabilities. She wasn’t expecting 80 points; if he could even get 10 points, she would need to light incense and pray to Buddha.
It wasn’t that her expectations were low, but that her son’s exam scores had always been either goose eggs or deep-fried dough sticks.
To them, 10 points were already too luxurious.
Not to mention 80 points!
If he really scored that much, their entire family would have to worship Qiao Jing!
Qiao Jing glanced indifferently at Zeng Xiangyang, then sat down on the couch.
“If you don’t get it next time, then don’t bother asking me to take you as my disciple.”
Zeng Xiangyang patted his chest, a confident look on his face.
“Master, don’t worry, I will definitely score 80 points!”
He was so happy, he almost took off on the spot. Then he suddenly saw Su Manqian beside him and excitedly ran up to her.
“Mom! Sister-in-law said she’ll take me as her disciple!”
He howled that so loudly that Zhan Nanqing, who was wearing earphones, heard him. She was curious about what had made Zeng Xiangyang yelp so loudly.
She took off her earphones and asked.
“What are you yelling about?”
Zeng Xiangyang ignored Zhan Nanqing, still excited, and turned to look at Zhan Qipei.
“Cousin, I’m so envious of you, marrying a wife as amazing as Master.”
After saying this, he took Su Manqian’s hand.
“Mom, in the future, I also want to marry a wife as awesome as Master.”
Zhan Qipei’s expression immediately darkened upon hearing this sentence.
Su Manqian also noticed the change in her nephew’s expression.
She remembered what her sister had told her, that Zhan Qipei was so jealous, he was even jealous of his own mother and sister. Her son, who often spoke before thinking, had definitely hit a nerve this time.
She said with an awkward smile,
“Ah, the innocence of youth, don’t take it to heart, Qipei.”
But Zeng Xiangyang had not yet realized what he had said wrong, frowning as he spoke.
“Mom, what are you talking about ‘the innocence of youth’? When I grow up, I do want to marry a wife like Master. Is there a problem?”
Zhan Qipei’s expression darkened even further as he lifted his gaze to Zeng Xiangyang.
Zeng Xiangyang shuddered under the cold gaze of his cousin and hid behind Su Manqian.
What did he say wrong?
His master was so impressive; who wouldn’t want to marry her and take her home?
If only his master hadn’t already been married, he would have wanted to marry her too.
Zhan Nanqing helplessly massaged her forehead, stood up, and returned to her room.
Her cousin was beyond help.
And to think she was worried about her brother leading the kid astray, yet now the little brat was already thinking about getting a wife.
The veins on Zhan Qipei’s forehead bulged as he stood up and walked straight over to Qiao Jing, taking her hand.
“Mom, Qiao Jing and I are going back first,” he said.
If he stayed any longer with his wife, his cousin might even start getting ideas about her.
Qiao Jing was his wife!
Qiao Jing’s temples twitched suddenly.
See? She had told you so.
Zhan Qipei in this respect also acted like a child.
Like a child who fiercely guards his favorite toy, no one else even allowed to look at it, always covering it up with something.
But she wasn’t a toy, yet men were always so stubborn, with such strong possessive desires.
She could only speak up and bid farewell to Su Manhan and the others.
“Madam Zhan, I’m leaving first.”
Zhan Qipei quickened his steps as if something could catch up with him from behind.
He escorted Qiao Jing back to the car, opened the door for her, and placed his hand on the roof to prevent her from bumping her head.
After returning to Nantai Apartment, Qiao Jing sat down on the soft sofa, turned on the TV, and switched to the news channel.
It was early, and she had already watched the medical program several times, so now she decided to watch some news.
Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she spotted Zhan Qipei’s figure.
The man was pounding on his waist, lips tightly pursed.
Qiao Jing stood up and approached Zhan Qipei.
“What’s wrong? Does your waist hurt?” she asked.
She noticed where Zhan Qipei was pounding; only someone with a sore back would assume such a posture.
She reached out and touched Zhan Qipei’s spine, pausing her fingers where he had just been pounding and pressing down.
“Hiss—”
Zhan Qipei drew his eyebrows together, his expression one of pain.
After getting a rough idea of what was wrong, Qiao Jing withdrew her hand and looked towards the sofa.
“You probably sat too long and hurt your back. Shall I give you a massage?” she offered.
As a company director like Zhan Qipei, she knew he had to sit in the office all day. Even when he went out for contracts, he still had to maintain a sitting posture.
It was only occasionally that he could squeeze a little time to go outside and move around, but that was very rare. It was inevitable that he would develop occupational ailments, experiencing symptoms like backaches and soreness.
Zhan Qipei glanced at Qiao Jing’s belly and pursed his lips.
“No need, I’ll find a masseuse in a few days,” he said.
Even before Qiao Jing got pregnant, he was reluctant to tire her out, and now that she was pregnant, he wouldn’t let her do this and that even more.
Furthermore, massage was physically demanding; if it went on too long, Qiao Jing’s hands might get sore.
Qiao Jing noticed the way he looked at her belly and touched her stomach.
“I’ve passed the three-month mark, and the critical period is over. Besides, I’m in great shape; giving you a massage is not a problem,” she assured.
Being pregnant was no big deal; it’s not like she became weak and couldn’t lift things.
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After hearing her words, Zhan Qipei suddenly remembered what happened on the cruise ship that day.
She had drunk too much that night and had spent the night with him. With her physical constitution, no other man but he could have enjoyed it.
A hint of ambiguity flickered in his dark eyes as he nodded and raised his gaze to her.
“Yes, your physical condition is indeed quite good,” he agreed.
Qiao Jing felt somewhat uneasy under Zhan Qipei’s strange gaze. She frowned and scrutinized him.
What did that look mean?
And what about what he had just said?
Meanwhile, Qiao Jing was filled with puzzlement.
