Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 410 - 399 Zhan Qipei is Called Uncle and is
Chapter 410: Chapter 399: Zhan Qipei is Called Uncle and is Unhappy
Chapter 410 -399: Zhan Qipei is Called Uncle and is Unhappy
He caught a glimpse of the woman in the corner of his eye and furrowed his brows even more tightly.
“Can we talk now?”
He felt somewhat displeased when he saw the two children run behind his wife to hide because they were afraid of him.
When had these two children met Qiao Jing?
Was it just because he had failed to pick up Qiao Jing once that his wife had picked up two children from outside?
Qiao Jing took out a medicine box and, with the young boy, sat down by the sofa.
“Wait for them to finish bathing, and then I’ll explain to you. He has some wounds, and I need to treat them first.”
After saying that, she took hydrogen peroxide and bandages from the medicine box, ready to treat the boy’s wounds, only to find that he was still standing by the sofa.
The little boy stood there with his body tensed, looking at the sofa as if he wanted to sit but did not dare to.
“Sister, I can just wash my hands myself, it’s really not that much trouble,”
Qiao Jing grabbed the little boy’s wrist, made him sit directly on the sofa, and began treating his wounds.
“What are your names?”
When the hydrogen peroxide was poured on the wound, the boy sharply inhaled a breath of cold air.
“We don’t have names, my sister and I have been out on the streets for as long as I can remember.”
He and his sister had always survived by collecting bottles, typically going about with hungry bellies.
Qiao Jing paused in her actions and pursed her lips.
“Then how should I address you? I can’t just keep calling out ‘hey’ can I?”
Just as the boy was about to speak, his stomach suddenly made a noise.
“Gurgle—”
He paused, a slight blush spread across his little face, and he scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed.
“Sorry, Sister… I couldn’t help it, you can call me Pingping, and my sister Anan. I’m not good at naming, but I know the meaning of peace and safety.
That’s what I wish for me and my sister.”
Qiao Jing’s brows knitted, a trace of emotion flitting across her eyes as she looked up at Zhan Qipei.
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“Have you cooked?”
Zhan Qipei nodded.
“It’s ready. I didn’t know when you would be back, and I was afraid the food might get cold, so I put it in a thermal container.”
Qiao Jing made an acknowledging sound, quickly disinfected Pingping’s wound, and wrapped it with a bandage.
Just as she was about to check on Anan, Anan already came out of the bathroom, dressed in new clothes.
Anan blinked her big eyes, clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, and looked down at the dress she was wearing.
A big smile spread across her face, and she couldn’t help but spin around on the spot, gently touching the dress with her hands repeatedly, as if she was afraid to wrinkle it.
She walked briskly to Qiao Jing and, without saying a word, bowed deeply.
“Thank you, Sister! I can pick bottles with my brother to pay you back for the clothes.”
She had never imagined that she could wear a dress, especially a new one!
She had always worn the same old clothes, which were also picked up from somewhere else.
Qiao Jing, seeing Anan so happy, couldn’t help but smile as well.
“There’s no need to pay back, go and have your meal first.”
She guessed that the two children must have not eaten for a long time after hearing Pingping’s stomach rumbling.
Zhan Qipei didn’t inquire further about the origin of the two children with Qiao Jing but went into the kitchen, took out the food from the thermal container, and laid it out on the dining table.
The aroma of the food kept wafting into the living room, causing Pingping’s previously quiet stomach to rumble again.
As Anan smelled the food, her stomach also began to rumble.
The two children subconsciously swallowed their saliva and, with their big, clear eyes, simultaneously looked towards Qiao Jing.
“Can we… can we still eat?”
Qiao Jing gave a wry smile, stretched out her hand, and ruffled the two little ones’ heads.
“Of course, you can eat. Anan, go ahead.”
Anan’s eyes lit up, looking at Qiao Jing with adoration and gratitude.
“Sister, are you an angel? You’re really nice!”
Qiao Jing stretched out her hand and pinched Anan’s face but couldn’t pinch any flesh, looked at the two skinny little ones, and felt a pang of heartache.
“I’m not an angel, just a regular person. Anan, your stomach is rumbling, go eat now.”
Anan looked toward the dining table and swallowed again, but when she saw Zhan Qipei, she froze again.
She hesitated for a long time, unable to take a step forward, clinging to Qiao Jing’s side, too afraid to approach.
Qiao Jing noticed Anan’s gaze and looked at Zhan Qipei.
“This uncle is a good person, it’s okay.”
When Zhan Qipei heard Qiao Jing call him uncle, he furrowed his brow, looking down at himself.
Where did he look like an uncle?
Did Qiao Jing mean that he looked old?
His thin lips pressed into a straight line, and his voice resonated in a deeper tone.
“Why am I an uncle?”
Qiao Jing looked at the troubled expression on the man’s face and the corners of her mouth curled up.
“If you’re not an uncle by age, are you then a brother?”
Zhan Qipei clenched his brows tightly, his voice carried a hint of defiance as he continued to probe.
“But they call you Sister.”
A brother and sister would sound more like siblings.
But Qiao Jing actually called him uncle, could it be that his wife thought he was old?
Qiao Jing’s temples suddenly throbbed, and she was somewhat at a loss for words.
“It’s just a title. Let Anan go eat first.”
She saw Anan already reaching out and touching his own little stomach but hesitated to approach.
Zhan Qipei pursed his lips, still very concerned about the title.
“I am the elder brother.”
If these two children called Qiao Jing “Sister Jing” and called him “uncle,” it would sound like he was an old man courting a younger woman.
However, his wife would remain young forever.
Qiao Jing became even more speechless; she rolled her eyes and led Anan to the dining table.
“Okay, okay, you’re the brother. Happy now?”
She helped Anan to a bowl of soup and placed it in front of the little one.
“You drink the soup first. After eating, your brother can help you, and I’ll take your brother to bathe.”
Anan nodded understandingly and sat obediently in his chair.
Zhan Qipei frowned disapprovingly.
“You’re giving him a bath?”
Qiao Jing hummed in response, taking Pingping’s small hand.
“What’s the matter?”
She was not at ease letting Pingping bathe alone. After all, he could easily get his wounds wet by himself.
Zhan Qipei’s face darkened as he stared at Pingping.
“No, I’ll wash him.”
His wife was actually going to bathe another boy?
This was the opposite sex!
He absolutely could not let his wife help bathe other men!!
If their future children were boys, Qiao Jing could not help bathe them either.
He would hire professional assistance to care for the children or bathe them himself.
In short, aside from him, no other men could come near Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing furrowed her brows and looked down at Pingping, who was hiding behind her, knowing the child was scared of Zhan Qipei.
“Pingping’s wounds can’t get wet. I can wash him. You stay and eat with Anan.”
She also didn’t trust Zhan Qipei to bathe Pingping, especially since this untrustworthy man had previously jumped into the pool despite knowing he had wounds himself.
Lest he accidentally get Pingping’s wounds wet later, which might lead to the same feverish condition Zhan Qipei had before.
Zhan Qipei scowled deeply and walked straight to Qiao Jing’s side.
“I’ll wash him; you go and eat.”
Qiao Jing knew that if she continued arguing with Zhan Qipei, it would never end, so she simply took Pingping by the hand and headed straight to the bathroom door.
During this time, the man followed closely behind her. She seized an opportunity, quickly shut the door, and left Zhan Qipei out in the cold.
Zhan Qipei’s gaze lingered on the bathroom door, vaguely making out Qiao Jing’s silhouette.
He reached out and turned the doorknob, found it locked, and gave up.
He had originally planned to wait right outside the door, but he suddenly remembered that there was another little one sitting at the dining table. He hesitated for a moment.
Considering it was a task assigned by Qiao Jing, he decided to go back and watch the other child.
Inside the bathroom.
Qiao Jing placed fresh clothes on the bathroom table as usual.
“Be careful when bathing. I’ll help you wash places like your neck.”
Because of the reason that Pingping’s wounds shouldn’t get wet, she planned to wash only the boy’s upper body.
Otherwise, if the wounds got wet, they could become inflamed.
Pingping blinked his eyes, and two patches of red appeared on his face.
“Sister… I can wash myself…”
Qiao Jing led him to sit on a chair, adjusted the water temperature, and took the showerhead to rinse Pingping’s neck.
She also helped wash Pingping’s hair, and after bathing him, she noticed that something on the boy’s neck wouldn’t wash off.
Thinking it was dirt, she rubbed vigorously with a towel, only to find it still wouldn’t come off.
“Hmm?”
Pingping noticed where Qiao Jing was washing and explained to her.
“Sister, this is a birthmark on my body; it won’t come off.”
Qiao Jing furrowed her brows, responded affirmatively, and put down the showerhead.
“Can you manage the rest by yourself?”
Pingping nodded, and she then left the bathroom.
Qiao Jing was somewhat preoccupied with the large birthmark on Pingping’s neck, as it was quite significant.
When she returned to the dining table, she noticed Anan had already finished eating and was sitting upright, starting to thank Zhan Qipei.
“Thanks, Uncle…”
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Zhan Qipei’s brow furrow and quickly corrected herself.
“Thank you, brother!”
Zhan Qipei’s tightly knitted brows then relaxed, and the tense contours of his face softened somewhat.
Anan breathed a sigh of relief and patted his small chest.
Qiao Jing was amused by their interaction. Zhan Qipei was too concerned about the title, wasn’t he?
As she arrived at the dining table, Pingping also came out of the bathroom.
