Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 595 - 584 You’re Not Behaving Properly

"Wouldn’t you know if you just tried it?"

Upon hearing Zhan Qipei’s words, Qiao Jing instantly furrowed her eyebrows, sat up straight, her ears beginning to turn slightly red.

"Are you being improper again?"

She had thought that Zhan Qipei was serious about watching the video and immediately learning the massage techniques, but this scoundrel ended up making an inappropriate remark after all that waiting.

Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes were fixed on Qiao Jing’s ears, and noticing the faint blush on them, he curved his lips into a smile, which carried a hint of mischief.

"Why ’again’? What’s improper about it?"

He remembered that he hadn’t said this type of thing to Qiao Jing recently, except for at night when she slept, when he would gaze at her tranquil face and think about many things, but never had the chance to act on those thoughts.

Qiao Jing rolled her eyes in speechlessness, no longer wanting to engage with Zhan Qipei, and prepared to head to the kitchen.

She shouldn’t have expected this scoundrel to say something meaningful when it was just the two of them.

But she hadn’t taken many steps before her wrist was grasped by a somewhat hot hand.

Qiao Jing paused and turned to look at Zhan Qipei.

"Let go, let’s eat."

She had no desire to discuss anything massage-related with Zhan Qipei anymore, nor did she want to hear more meaningless words.

Zhan Qipei, this scoundrel, was simply too improper!

Zhan Qipei slightly furrowed his brows, his eyes full of stubbornness, tightly holding Qiao Jing’s slender wrist.

"Let’s have a massage first then eat, I’ve already learned to massage, aren’t you very tired? Let me help you."

He may joke around, but he had seen all of Qiao Jing’s tiredness; he didn’t want the woman to be so weary.

Qiao Jing paused again, looking at Zhan Qipei with a puzzled expression.

"I’m not tired, I rested for a bit and feel much better now."

She had been extremely tired just earlier, which is why she fell asleep the moment she touched the sofa.

Although she was still a bit tired now, it was much less so than before after resting for over ten minutes and having regained some energy.

Zhan Qipei’s long eyebrows drew together like a mountain enshrouded in mist, and he pulled Qiao Jing back to sit facing him, forcibly making her rest her head on his legs again.

"You were so tired that you fell asleep on the sofa without reacting when I came over. Let me massage you for a bit."

Upon hearing Zhan Qipei’s words, Qiao Jing was momentarily startled, a look of astonishment crossing her exceptionally beautiful face.

"You came over and I didn’t react? Are you sure?"

She knew her alertness to her surroundings was high, especially when resting or sleeping. The slightest disturbance could wake her up, not to mention someone approaching her, even walking to the door of her room would rouse her.

However, there was one scenario: in the presence of someone she trusted deeply, she would lower her guard because her subconscious saw them as being by her side.

Like when she lived with Grandpa Zhang as a child, she wouldn’t react until the old man stood by her bed to wake her up.

But when had she started to see Zhan Qipei as her most trusted person? He was right by her side, and she hadn’t reacted?

Zhan Qipei nodded, placed his hand on a few of Qiao Jing’s acupoints, and began to massage her as if he were copying from a book.

"Yeah, I watched you for a while. Were you very tired today?"

He actually still hid something; he hadn’t just touched her face but had even secretly tasted the "jelly."

Qiao Jing was about to say something more, but she suddenly realized that Zhan Qipei’s massage techniques were correct, hitting all the right acupoints.

The last bit of tiredness lingering in her body also gradually dissipated with Zhan Qipei’s massage.

In her mind, she earnestly contemplated that perhaps because she was so tired today, she had lowered her guard, allowing Zhan Qipei to break into her comfort zone.

The next morning.

As soon as Qiao Jing arrived at the research institute, she saw Zhan Nanqing, who was sitting on the couch with a frown and a sorrowful face, and her left ankle, which was wrapped up like a dumpling.

She went to her workbench to change into her work clothes, noticing that Zhan Nanqing still maintained that frowning, sorrowful expression, as if she harbored a deep grudge against someone.

"What’s wrong? Is it because your foot is uncomfortable? I can perform acupuncture for you, which might speed up the healing. Also, didn’t I tell you to rest at home yesterday?"

If it hadn’t been for Zhan Qipei’s sudden visit yesterday, she would have treated Zhan Nanqing’s foot before going home after work.

Zhan Nanqing sighed deeply, her hands supporting her cheeks.

"It’s alright, no need for acupuncture. Staying at home was just boring; I’d rather be here at the institute. At least I can chat with you."

Although she knew Qiao Jing wouldn’t entertain her while working, she still preferred to come to the institute. After all, at home she had to listen to her mom nagging about her foot, which was less peaceful than being at the institute.

However... that wasn’t actually the most important reason.

Qiao Jing raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at Zhan Nanqing with an inquisitive gaze.

"Are you sure there’s nothing else going on?"

By now she pretty well understood Zhan Nanqing’s character. Normally, if there was something on her mind, she would speak up directly; the more she tried to hide, the more serious it usually was.

Based on Zhan Nanqing’s current expression, it didn’t look at all like everything was fine.

Zhan Nanqing nodded, then shook her head, and finally sighed deeply several times.

"Ah... no."

Why was she so unlucky these days!

Should she check the almanac before going out in the future?

Qiao Jing felt the situation was getting increasingly strange. After changing into her work clothes, she didn’t go to work but rather approached Zhan Nanqing.

"What’s really going on?"

She actually preferred Zhan Nanqing’s straightforward nature; the more she acted like this, the more it indicated something was up.

Zhan Nanqing looked at Qiao Jing with a face full of distress, messily scratching her hair.

"I just knew you could tell."

It seemed her ability to hide things needed some improvement...

Qiao Jing helplessly tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Zhan Nanqing’s expression almost seemed to spill all her emotions across her face. How could she not notice?

"You’re just short of having ’I have a problem’ written on your face."

Zhan Nanqing propped her hands against her cheeks, sighing helplessly.

"Is it that obvious? Anyway, it’s nothing but Zhou Yunze being an annoying clot again. These past few days have been utterly unlucky. The moment I stepped out the door, I stepped into ’dog poop’, running into Zhou Yunze, that pile of dog poop!"

Hearing Zhou Yunze’s name, Qiao Jing furrowed her brows.

"What happened? Where did you run into him?"

The warning she gave him last time was quite clear, yet Zhou Yunze still dared to bother Zhan Nanqing.

It seemed the situation was becoming somewhat troublesome.

Remembering the scene this morning when she encountered Zhou Yunze right after she left home, Zhan Nanqing rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Such bad luck, bumping into him the moment I stepped out. He even came directly to Purple Garden, and, when he saw my foot, do you know what he said?"

Curious, Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Nanqing, waiting for her to continue.

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