Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 357 - 346: Zhan Qipei Plans to Cry, Make a Scene, and Threaten Suicide

Chapter 357: Chapter 346: Zhan Qipei Plans to Cry, Make a Scene, and Threaten Suicide

Lu Zijiao dragged a chair over and sat down in front of Zhan Qipei, speaking with a serious tone.

“I’ve thought it over carefully, why don’t you try a desperate measure.”

Zhan Qipei looked at him with a puzzled expression.

A desperate measure?

What desperate measure could Lu Zijiao have?

Under Zhan Qipei’s expectant gaze, Lu Zijiao started talking, revealing his ultimate good method.

“The three steps: cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide— I bet you haven’t tried this one yet?”

Zhan Qipei, speechless, shifted his gaze back to the documents on the table.

Indeed, he shouldn’t have hoped Lu Zijiao would come up with any decent idea.

Seeing that the other party was ignoring him, Lu Zijiao leaned closer to Zhan Qipei.

“I’m not joking with you, this method will definitely work. If that doesn’t do it, you can try jumping off a building or spending some time in the ICU. It’s a pain game, you know?”

He paused, then continued speaking.

“There’s always a method that suits you. When my parents argue, my mom goes through the steps of crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide. My dad can’t do anything but go along with whatever my mom wants.”

Zhan Qipei looked at Lu Zijiao indifferently, his lips slightly parting.

“Are you treating me like your mom?”

Lu Zijiao clicked his tongue in disdain and stood up, heading towards the door.

“I’ve given you my suggestion, whether you try it or not is none of my business.”

Without looking back, he walked out of the office with his hands behind his back.

The office became quiet once again, with only Zhan Qipei and Tang Yan remaining.

Zhan Qipei stayed silent for a long time, contemplating the feasibility of the method Lu Zijiao had mentioned.

It seemed like Qiao Jing really responds better to soft approaches. If he made such a fuss, his wife might actually put aside her thoughts of divorcing him temporarily.

The idea was to delay as long as possible. If he were sick or ended up in the ICU, his wife surely wouldn’t drag him out of bed to proceed with the divorce.

So, it seemed Lu Zijiao’s method might actually be worth a try.

Zhan Qipei turned to Tang Yan and blurted out coldly,

“What do you think, should I jump off a building?”

Tang Yan was startled by his words, followed by a speechless astonishment.

If he were a character in a comic book, several lines indicating speechlessness would probably be sliding down his forehead.

But he couldn’t just not answer Zhan Qipei and after struggling for a bit, he managed a stiff smile.

“Boss, you’ve learned how to joke.”

Though he didn’t find the joke funny at all.

Zhan Qipei’s expression turned very serious, his voice growing lower.

“You’ve been working by my side for so many years, you know I never joke.”

After some careful thought, he felt that Lu Zijiao’s method was feasible and was already preparing his plan mentally.

Seeing the serious look on Zhan Qipei’s face, Tang Yan’s heart skipped a beat, a crack appearing on his face.

“Boss, are you actually planning to jump off a building?”

He was praying his boss wasn’t serious.

Zhan Qipei nodded, his dark eyes gradually deepening.

“I’m currently considering it.”

Shit!

Tang Yan couldn’t help but curse silently in his mind.

His boss really was considering it? He was actually serious?

As he listened to the suggestions proposed by Lu Zijiao, he felt none of them were reliable, yet his boss not only took them seriously but also believed them?

His brain automatically conjured up the image of Zhan Qipei crying and acting coquettishly in front of Qiao Jing, then threatening to jump off a building, which instantly sent shivers down his spine and covered him in goosebumps.

The scene was simply unbearable to look at, and if others were to see it, they would definitely have their perceptions of Zhan Qipei overturned.

But Tang Yan needed to keep his job and couldn’t directly express his thoughts, so he just managed a stiff smile.

“Hehe, boss… you decide…”

He truly had no advice to give on this matter.

Zhan Qipei shifted his gaze back to the documents, quickly began to work on them, and hurried to finish so he could go home to carry out the plan.

After finishing work at noon, Zhan Qipei’s first move upon arriving home was to head to the kitchen to cook.

But before he had taken many steps, he smelled the delicious aroma coming from the dining table.

Zhan Qipei furrowed his brows and quickly walked to the kitchen, finding Qiao Jing carrying dishes out.

When Qiao Jing saw Zhan Qipei return, she paused momentarily, then continued to bring the dishes to the table.

“You’re back? Let’s eat.”

Zhan Qipei’s lips formed a straight line, devoid of any curve, and his long brows furrowed even more tightly.

He moved forward, quickly took the plate from Qiao Jing’s hands, and set it on the table.

After completing these actions, Zhan Qipei quickly returned to Qiao Jing’s side and reached out to support her waist.

“Didn’t I tell you before I left that I would cook from now on, and your foot injury hasn’t healed yet, what if it gets worse moving around like this?”

Qiao Jing looked down at her almost healed ankle, somewhat helplessly, placed her hand on the man’s chest, and pushed him away.

“It’s mostly better now, not that serious, I can manage to cook a meal.”

She had given herself acupuncture last night, and it had almost completely healed.

Zhan Qipei glanced at the woman’s ankle, indeed less swollen, but he still didn’t want to let go, insisting on helping her to a chair to sit down.

Having no choice, Qiao Jing let him assist her by walking a few steps.

During the meal, Zhan Qipei thought about the first step of his plan.

Fasting.

But this fasting wasn’t about not eating at all; that would definitely not sustain his physical needs, his plan was to cut down his food intake by more than half.

Midway through the meal, Qiao Jing noticed that the man sitting across from her had put down his chopsticks.

And there was still more than half of his rice left in the bowl.

Qiao Jing frowned slightly, and before she could ask, the man had already stood up.

“Aren’t you going to eat any more?”

Zhan Qipei hummed an affirmative, prepared to take his bowl of rice to throw it out.

Qiao Jing, puzzled, looked at Zhan Qipei, her frown deepening, a hint of displeasure flashing through her cool eyes.

“You shouldn’t waste food, or are you trying to diet?”

This was entirely different from Zhan Qipei’s usual appetite, even drastically reduced, which was indeed strange.

And there was still so much rice left in the bowl, it would be very wasteful to throw it out.

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Zhan Qipei hesitated for a moment, then put the bowl back on the table.

“No, just not hungry, don’t feel like eating.”

Qiao Jing’s gaze fell to the bowl, then back to the man, considering what to do.

“I’ll get you some hawthorn to whet your appetite.”

Zhan Qipei shook his head, feigning distress as he looked at Qiao Jing.

“Really can’t eat any more.”

This was also one of his self-suffering strategies, his wife was supposed to feel sorry for him, right?

But in reality, what Qiao Jing felt sorry for was the rice.