Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 274: Chapter 264: Remember to Miss Me

Qiao Jing pondered for a moment. Wasn't it said that the snoring sound wasn’t very loud?

But the sound insulation of the room wasn’t really poor, so how did she hear it when passing by?

However, Zhan Qipei had already returned to his room, and she had no chance to further inquire. After finishing

the hot milk, she went back to her own room.

That inexplicable discomfort in her heart did not dissipate; on the contrary, it deepened much while Zhan Qipei

was warming the milk for her.

Qiao Jing’s gaze fell on the contract, and her heart began to waver once again.

Even though she had already made her decision, the image of her, buried under the rubble, with Zhan Qipei

desperately sheltering her in his arms, resurfaced in her mind.

At that time, Zhan Qipei was injured and weak himself, yet he firmly protected her above him, not budging an

inch until the rescue team arrived.

Not only did this image appear in Qiao Jing’s mind, it was as if she had opened a box of memories, and those

memories kept replaying scenes of her life with Zhan Qipei.

Zhan Qipei taking care of her when she was sick, the scene of him putting her hand in his mouth to stop the

bleeding, and that worried look in his eyes, carefully peeling shrimp and picking bones for her, the hot milk...

The memories cto an abrupt halt, and Qiao Jing picked up her phone and sent a message to Wu Xirui.

“Let's talk about the collaboration later.”

After sending this message, Qiao Jing was surprised to find that the discomfort lodged in her heart had also

vanished.

With the help of the hot milk, it didn’t take long for sleepiness to hit, and she closed her eyes.

Five minutes later, the door to Qiao Jing’s room slowly opened.

Zhan Qipei quietly entered the room, carefully closed the door with both hands, and even kept his breathing as

quiet as possible. He walked sluggishly to Qiao Jing’s bedside.

He observed Qiao Jing for a while and, after making sure she was asleep, he slowly lifted the quilt and got into

bed.

Zhan Qipei’s hand slowly wrapped around Qiao Jing’s waist, shifting toward her direction, and pulled her into his

embrace.

He gazed at Qiao Jing’s sleeping face as if he were a mad artist admiring his most perfect piece of art.

The love and tenderness evident in Zhan Qipei’s eyes could immerse a person in their depth.

Her unpowdered face naturally bore a cool aloofness, and her skin was pale, tender, and velvety. Even the soft

fuzz on her face was clearly visible, with delicate eyelashes casting a shadow on her lower eyelids.

Looking further down, there were her pale pink lips, and Zhan Qipei remembered how soft they felt to the touch.

This prompted a stirring within Zhan Qipei, compelling him to lower his head and plant a gentle kiss on Qiao

Jing’s face. He held her tightly, feeling her body warmth, and drifted off to sleep.

Zhan Qipei taking care of her when she was sick, the scene of him putting her hand in his mouth to stop the

bleeding, and that worried look in his eyes, carefully peeling shrimp and picking bones for her, the hot milk...

The memories cto an abrupt halt, and Qiao Jing picked up her phone and sent a message to the second

boss.

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“Let's talk about the collaboration later.”

After sending this message, Qiao Jing was surprised to find that the discomfort lodged in her heart had also

vanished.

With the help of the hot milk, it didn’t take long for sleepiness to hit, and she closed her eyes.

Five minutes later, the door to Qiao Jing’s room slowly opened.

Zhan Qipei quietly entered the room, carefully closed the door with both hands, and even kept his breathing as

quiet as possible. He walked sluggishly to Qiao Jing’s bedside.

He observed Qiao Jing for a while and, after making sure she was asleep, he slowly lifted the quilt and got into

bed.

Zhan Qipei’s hand slowly wrapped around Qiao Jing’s waist, shifting towards her direction, and pulled her into his

embrace.

He gazed at Qiao Jing’s sleeping face as if he were a mad artist, admiring his most perfect piece of art.

The love and tenderness evident in Zhan Qipei’s eyes could immerse a person in their depth.

Her unpowdered face naturally bore a cool aloofness, and her skin was pale, tender, and velvety. Even the soft

fuzz on her face was clearly visible, with delicate eyelashes casting a shadow on her lower eyelids.

Looking further down, there were her pale pink lips, and Zhan Qipei remembered how soft they felt to the touch.

This prompted a stirring within Zhan Qipei, compelling him to lower his head and plant a gentle kiss on Qiao

Jing’s face. He held her tightly, feeling her body temperature, and slowly fell asleep.

Upon receiving the second boss’s message, Wu Xirui’s long fingers rhythmically tapped on the office desk.

This collaboration was undoubtedly beneficial for Wonderful Hall, so why did the big boss want to refuse his

partnership?

The next day, it was Zhan Qipei who opened his eyes first. He moved gently, leaving Qiao Jing’s side reluctantly

to prepare breakfast.

After Qiao Jing finished washing up and cto the kitchen to prepare breakfast, she found two bowls of

steaming noodles and a cup of freshly ground soy milk already set on the dining table.

She knew at a glance which bowl next to the soy milk was meant for her. After her last bout of morning sickness

at home, Zhan Qipei varied the warm stomach-soothing drinks he made for her daily to have with breakfast.

At this moment, Zhan Qipei too had changed into fresh clothes, emerging from his room. Upon seeing that Qiao

Jing had gotten up, he quickly shed the serious expression that had cfrom work troubles.

“Have you washed up?” he asked.

Sitting down at her spot, Qiao Jing replied, “Yes, let's have breakfast.”

Zhan Qipei was still preoccupied with the matter of cooperation, and during the meal, he sneakily glanced at

Qiao Jing several times before he hesitated and finally spoke up.

“When are you signing the contract with SA?”

Qiao Jing didn’t stop eating as she voiced the decision she had made the night before.

“Not signing it.”

Zhan Qipei was stunned, he put down his chopsticks, and asked, “Weren't you preparing to cooperate with

them? Why aren't you signing all of a sudden?”

Qiao Jing explained matter-of-factly.

“There are sissues that need further discussion. I've decided not to consider partnering with them for now.”

Zhan Qipei’s expression shifted subtly, and then he laughed, suddenly leaning his face close to Qiao Jing’s.

His voice was deep and sexy, with a husky magnetic quality that resonated in Qiao Jing’s ear.

“Is it because of me?”

That face, akin to a finely crafted sculpture, suddenly loomed large in Qiao Jing’s vision, allowing her to see

every detail on his face, especially those deep, dark eyes.

His breath fanned her face, making her nose tickle.

Why is he suddenly so close?

Qiao Jing’s eyes flickered, her gaze shifted away to avoid looking directly into Zhan Qipei’s eyes.

She felt she was nearly swayed by the emotions in those eyes.

Zhan Qipei caught the subtle changes in her expression. Although Qiao Jing didn’t respond, her expression had

already revealed her answer.

Indeed, he thought, she still had a special place for him in her heart!

Yesterday, after considering things from Qiao Jing’s perspective and weighing the pros and cons, Zhan Qipei also

thought that cooperating with Wu Xirui was the rational choice.

But this morning, Qiao Jing suddenly said she wasn’t signing the contract, and that must be because of him.

Zhan Qipei was quite pleased. A chuckle escaped his lips.

That laughter was like the siren’s mesmerising call, tugging at the listener's heartstrings.

Qiao Jing’s ears reddened without her realizing, and listening to Zhan Qipei’s laugh, she felt an unexplained

sensation stirring within her.

The sound seemed not to just reach her ears, but to penetrate directly to the depths of her heart.

Zhan Qipei returned to his original position, a smile still playing on his lips.

Even while he was driving Qiao Jing to the research institute, the curve of his lips never diminished.

Qiao Jing looked ahead, recalling how Zhan Qipei insisted on driving her to the research institute before leaving

the house.

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“I can take a taxi. There's no need to trouble yourself driving me; you need to go to work too.”

Zhan Qipei spoke with a smile.

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His implication was that Tang Yan could handle things first if needed.

Tang Yan, already at work at Zhan Corporation, would certainly force out a bitter laugh upon hearing Zhan Qipei’s

words and wouldn't dare object.

Qiao Jing didn’t argue further with Zhan Qipei, instead fixating on the rapidly receding landscape outside.

About ten minutes later, Zhan Qipei smoothly parked the car at the entrance of the research institute, not

forgetting to remind Qiao Jing.

“We're here, remember to miss me.”

Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei somewhat speechlessly, not answering him, and got out of the car by herself.

Under Zhan Qipei’s lingering gaze, she quickened her steps into the research institute.

While she was in the middle of her work, Xu Mogian’s voice rose up behind Qiao Jing.

“Sister Jing! Here | am again. It's been a while, hasn't it? Have you missed the times | cto see you?”

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Qiao Jing paused. Within a single day, she had heard ‘miss me’ from two different men. An expression of

speechlessness crossed her face.

Do men all like to say the words, ‘miss me’?