Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 453 - 442 Zhan Qipei Lied
Chapter 453: Chapter 442 Zhan Qipei Lied
Chapter 453 -442 Zhan Qipei Lied
Qiao Jing had no desire to listen to Ni Yue and their bickering anymore; there was a mysteriously urgent need to call Zhan Qipei.
She wanted to know if Zhan Qipei would lie to her later.
She ended the call and quickly took a seat on the sofa.
Pingping and Anan noticed that something was off with Sister Qiao’s emotions and exchanged glances.
They gathered together and started to whisper amongst themselves.
“Brother, is Sister Qiao unhappy?”
“Mhm, it looks like we need to initiate the plan to cheer Sister Qiao up again!”
The two little ones immediately moved closer to Qiao Jing and sat down beside her, one on each side.
Qiao Jing lifted her hand to rub the heads of the two little ones, then made a call to Zhan Qipei.
“Beep——Beep——Beep——”
For some unknown reason, perhaps because of Zhan Qipei’s unusual behavior today, it took him much longer to answer the phone.
Qiao Jing furrowed her brows in frustration, having waited a long time with no response, until finally in the last second before the call would have disconnected automatically, the call connected.
“Hello? What’s up? I was just using the bathroom and couldn’t pick up the phone right away.”
Hearing Zhan Qipei’s voice, Qiao Jing inexplicably felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
She had been with this man for months, and his voice had become so familiar to her.
But now, she felt a weird sense of estrangement.
Qiao Jing’s gaze grew heavier, and her cool voice broke the silence.
“Where are you now? Do you want me to save some dinner for you?”
Zhan Qipei carelessly wiped his still wet hands on his suit, bringing the phone closer to himself.
“I’ve already eaten outside. I am now at…”
He paused for a moment, his gaze falling on the woman sitting on the sofa.
He couldn’t say he was at a hotel right now; otherwise, Qiao Jing might misunderstand.
If the misunderstanding escalated, it would be disastrous, as he had only just managed to close the distance in his relationship with Qiao Jing.
“I’m in a meeting at the company.”
After hearing Zhan Qipei’s words, the hand Qiao Jing was holding her phone with tensed up considerably, her knuckles going slightly white.
“Alright.”
She dropped those words and decisively hung up the call.
Zhan Qipei had lied.
His intentions were now quite clear.
But she couldn’t understand—if Zhan Qipei had found someone more suitable than her, why wouldn’t he just tell her?
She wasn’t the type to cling and pester, couldn’t he have just been upfront and clear?
She couldn’t pretend to know nothing and continue trying to date Zhan Qipei.
Pingping and Anan blinked their large eyes, observing Qiao Jing’s expression with caution.
“Sister Qiao?”
Drawn back from her wandering thoughts by the two little ones, Qiao Jing’s gaze refocused.
“Yes, I’m here. What’s up?”
She needed to make a change.
Pingping pursed her lips, her face full of worry.
“Sister Qiao, are you unhappy? Anan and I can play with you.”
Anan nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, Sister Qiao, we can chat with you, let’s watch TV together?”
Qiao Jing showed a faint smile, stretching her hand to poke the little ones’ faces.
“It’s late now; you two should go to sleep. I’m not unhappy, don’t worry.”
During her earlier phone call with Ni Yue, she had noticed that both of the little ones had yawned.
With all the shopping this morning, plus spending the afternoon at the amusement park, Pingping and Anan surely had depleted quite a lot of energy.
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However, Pingping and Anan didn’t leave, stubbornly sitting by Qiao Jing’s side.
“Sister Qiao, if you’re unhappy, you can talk to us,” they said.
“Yeah! Sister Qiao, why don’t we go downstairs for a walk?” one suggested.
Even though they didn’t know why Sister Qiao was unhappy, they didn’t want to see her upset.
Qiao Jing quickly adjusted her mood, looking seriously at the two little ones.
“Don’t you believe me? From where could you tell that I was unhappy?”
She knew her mood wasn’t great, but no matter what, she couldn’t let the kids worry about her.
How had she not noticed before that Pingping and Anan were so sensitive to people’s emotions?
Anan shifted closer to Qiao Jing, reaching out with her small hand to touch the other’s furrowed brow.
“We believe you, but Sister Qiao, you’re frowning,” she explained.
After saying this, her little hand began to smooth Qiao Jing’s brows.
The tightness in Qiao Jing’s brows eased with Anan’s touch.
“There, it’s fine now, thank you Anan for driving my worries away,” she said with a gentle smile, reassuring the kids.
Pingping and Anan looked at Qiao Jing with a mix of skepticism and hope, still seated by her side.
Qiao Jing picked up one child in each arm and placed them in their sleeping spots.
“Sleep now. I’m no longer unhappy, thanks to the two of you.”
Pingping and Anan finally believed Qiao Jing and obediently lay down in their beds to sleep.
Meanwhile, inside the hotel.
Zhan Qipei glanced at the woman playing with her phone on the couch, and spoke expressionlessly.
“Cousin, I’ve already told you how to handle the project. If you need help, contact me.”
His gaze dropped to the woman’s swollen ankle, and he couldn’t help feeling a headache coming on.
This person was his younger female cousin, Zhan Yunyu.
Normally, he would have been home by now, but Zhan Yunyu had sprained her ankle, necessitating his assistance.
Zhan Yunyu set down her phone, staring incessantly at Zhan Qipei’s face.
“In such a rush to go back? Don’t you worry about leaving your little cousin alone in the hotel? Isn’t that unsafe?”
Zhan Qipei gave Zhan Yunyu a fleeting look.
“Cousin, you shouldn’t have come back from abroad alone, and you shouldn’t keep it from my parents,” he remarked.
His troublesome little cousin had had a fight with her husband and impulsively returned from abroad alone, bringing a project with her—and she insisted that his family must not find out, meaning he had to sneak around to help her after her injury.
Zhan Yunyu clicked her tongue and touched her belly.
“What else could I have done? Your uncle would definitely call your house looking for me. If I had gone to your parents, they would have surely given me away,” she complained.
Zhan Qipei stroked his long eyebrows.
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll give you away?”
His little cousin was the most troublesome, acting childishly despite being in her thirties.
When their grandfather was alive, he had constantly worried over his granddaughter’s antics; every time she had a fight with her husband, she would frequently run back to China.
Zhan Yunyu sprawled on the couch, an air of indifference about her.
“I trust you won’t betray me. Are you in such a hurry to return because of Qiao Jing?”
Even though Zhan Yunyu hadn’t returned for Zhan Qipei’s wedding, she had heard bits about Qiao Jing, and even Su Manhan occasionally messaged her, always praising Qiao Jing.
This piqued her curiosity about her niece-in-law, whom she had never met.
Zhan Qipei grunted an acknowledgment, noticing the time was nearly ten o’clock. He walked to the door without looking back.
“Cousin, take good care of yourself. I’m going home.”
