Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 413 - 402 Qiao Jing is an Angel
Chapter 413: Chapter 402 Qiao Jing is an Angel
Chapter 413: Chapter 402 Qiao Jing is an Angel
She had originally planned to send the two little ones to the orphanage today, but with Pingping now running a fever, it seemed that would have to be postponed for a few days.
She helped Pingping change the bandage on his hand, and only after pulling up his sleeve did she stop her movements.
There were no new clothes for the two little ones at home, and Pingping couldn’t change his clothes either. They would still need to buy a few items for them.
Pingping nodded his head, covered himself with the blanket, and remained silent.
When Anan saw that her brother was getting ready to rest, she lowered her voice.
“Sister Qiao, where are you going?”
Qiao Jing stood up, taking Anan with her to the bathroom to get ready for Anan to wash up.
“I have work, and later Big Grey Wolf has to go to work too, we both won’t be at home, can you take care of yourselves?”
She thought it over carefully but still felt uneasy about leaving the two little ones alone at home, especially now that Pingping was feverish.
“We can, don’t worry, Sister Qiao! I’ll take good care of my brother,” Anan promised, patting her chest.
Looking at Anan, Qiao Jing was reminded of her childhood self.
She was abandoned in the countryside soon after her birth. Even though Grandpa Zhang treated her like his own granddaughter, her mature mentality far surpassed that of her peers, due to her unique experiences.
When Qiao Jing returned to the living room with Anan, the scent of porridge wafted over from the dining table.
“Anan, you go have breakfast first.”
She walked over to the sofa and took out a cooling patch from the medicine box to place on Pingping’s forehead.
After doing all this, she suddenly realized that Anan was still following her, looking frightened.
She knitted her brows in confusion and looked in the direction that Anan was staring at to find Zhan Qipei gazing over at them.
Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes darkened as he stared at Qiao Jing’s hands.
“Aren’t you also going to an academic exchange meeting later? Come and have breakfast.”
He noticed the cooling patch on Pingping’s forehead.
“Is he running a fever?”
Qiao Jing hummed in affirmation and led Anan by the hand to sit down at the dining table.
“I’ll have to find someone to come over and look after them later, I’m not comfortable with them being at home on their own.”
She seriously considered who would be a better fit to watch them, or whether to hire a temporary worker instead.
Zhan Qipei’s lips thinned, and his expression unwittingly turned a shade darker.
“Oh.”
His wife not only dressed Pingping’s wound and bathed him, now she was also applying cooling patches and helping with the fever-reducing medication—why was she so attentive to this child?
Had Qiao Jing picked up two rivals for him from the streets?
Qiao Jing opened her phone to look for suitable candidates and as she scrolled through the messages, she suddenly received one from Ni Yue.
“Baby Qiao Qiao, I just got back from abroad, I’m at the airport, did you miss me?”
“I won effortlessly, here’s the trophy!”
Below this message was also a picture of the trophy.
Qiao Jing was momentarily stunned, then she remembered that Ni Yue had gone abroad for a design competition a few days ago.
She turned to look at the feverish Pingping and Anan, who sat quietly beside her drinking porridge.
Although she would have liked Ni Yue to come and help take care of the two little ones, she felt Ni Yue wasn’t very reliable.
Ni Yue had an exceptional talent for design, but she was somewhat lacking when it came to taking care of herself.
In the end, it might turn out that the two little ones would be taking care of Ni Yue instead of the other way around.
But right now, she couldn’t think of a suitable candidate, and if she was to hire a temp, she would need to carefully choose someone; otherwise, she wouldn’t have peace of mind.
After much deliberation, she decided to ask Ni Yue for help.
“Do you have time later?”
Ni Yue replied to Qiao Jing’s message quite promptly.
“Now that the competition is over, of course, I’m free. What’s up? Qiao Qiao, are you asking me out?”
“If that’s the case, then nothing could be better. I’ve been missing you so much. By the way, where shall we go for fun first thing in the morning?”
Qiao Jing glanced at the time displayed in the top-left corner of her phone, 7:50 AM.
The academic exchange meeting was about to start, and she needed to hurry.
“I have a favor to ask of you, come over to my house.”
Ni Yue’s message came through again.
“Since it’s about Baby Qiao Qiao, I will definitely do it for you, going through fire and water is no exaggeration!”
“Your dedicated assistant, Ni Yue, is on the way to your house; it will probably take another twenty minutes to get there, love you yo~”
After receiving a positive response, Qiao Jing turned off her phone’s screen and quickly finished her breakfast.
Anan sneakily glanced at Zhan Qipei, sitting opposite her, and saw his face was gloomy. She got startled and hastily finished the porridge in her bowl.
She saw Qiao Jing had also finished her porridge and then began to fidget, trying to get down from the chair.
Qiao Jing discerned Anan’s intention and led her to the living room.
“Sit here, someone will come to take care of you guys shortly, I need to change clothes and leave.”
When she mentioned taking care of “you guys,” she still felt a bit unsure, after all, Ni Yue truly wasn’t very good with such life skills.
Anan nodded and ran to sit next to Pingping, her big eyes unwaveringly watching Qiao Jing.
“Okay, Sister Qiao!”
Qiao Jing returned to her own room, changed into a set of clothes, and walked out of the bedroom door.
From her home to the venue of the academic exchange meeting, she would arrive just in time.
Zhan Qipei had just finished cleaning up the dishes and came out of the kitchen right when he ran into Qiao Jing.
The woman was wearing a professional OL outfit, and because of her attractive figure, the loose-fitting white blouse had turned into a tight one, highlighting her proud curves.
The white blouse enveloped Qiao Jing’s slender waist, and her well-shaped curves were laid bare for all to see. The skirt only just covered above her knees, exposing her long legs that could compete with the world’s top models.
The woman had her hair tied up in a high bun, with a fringe that accentuated her face shape, making her already palm-sized face look even more delicate.
A subtle emotion flickered through Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes as he pressed his thin lips together.
“I’ll take you there.”
He now desperately wished he could take his coat and cover Qiao Jing completely, preferably with a mask and sunglasses as well.
But his wife was off to attend an academic exchange meeting, dressed in a business suit, and he could find no excuse to make Qiao Jing change into something else.
He suppressed the strong annoyance in his heart and walked to the entrance to change his shoes.
Qiao Jing glanced at the two little ones on the sofa and approached them.
“If you get hungry and want lunch, just tell the sister who will come later, I won’t be back until the afternoon.”
She wasn’t worried that the two little ones would go hungry; after all, Ni Yue was very good at ordering takeout, which was always expensive, meaning there would be no unhealthy food.
Anan nodded her little head; her big, bright eyes fixed on Qiao Jing.
“Sister Qiao, you look so pretty. Are you really not an angel?”
Qiao Jing smiled and shook her head, reaching out to ruffle Anan’s hair.
“Anan, you’re cute too, but I’m in a hurry and have to go now.”
Pingping, stirred from his drowsy state by their conversation, slowly opened his eyes, with the first thing he saw being Qiao Jing’s beautiful face.
His cheeks reddened a few shades, resembling a ripe red apple, and he stammered out a sentence.
“Sister Qiao… you, you’re so beautiful.”
Qiao Jing glanced at “Little Apple” Pingping and smiled.
“Thank you both, I really have to go now.”
Anan obediently sat next to Pingping, waving to Qiao Jing.
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The two little ones spoke in unison.
“Goodbye, Sister Qiao!”
Qiao Jing walked to the entrance, changed her shoes, and was just about to open the door when suddenly, the doorbell rang at home.
Zhan Qipei’s long brows knitted together like smoke and mist as he opened the door.
