Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 351: Chapter 340: Zhan Qipei Gives Qiao Jing a Belly Massage

Zhan Qipei quickly moved a stool, sat down next to Qiao Jing, and watched her with a worried look.

“I'm much better now, I'm fine.”

Zhan Qipei gazed at Qiao Jing’s belly for a while before speaking again.

“Are you hungry? | can have someone cook a bowl of porridge for you.”

Qiao Jing shook her head.

“No need to trouble yourself, I'm not hungry.”

She had already eaten plenty with Ni Yue earlier that evening, so it was unlikely that she would be hungry at this

time, and she didn’t have the habit of eating late-night snacks.

Zhan Qipei’s caressing motion on her hand didn’t stop as if it could relieve Qiao Jing’s discomfort.

“Will they kick you?”

Qiao Jing was amused by the question and a faint smile appeared on her face.

“Right now they can’t kick at all. Are you asking this because you want to share my pain?”

She had spoken the second half of the sentence in jest, not expecting Zhan Qipei to take it seriously.

Zhan Qipei furrowed his brows in thought, considering the possibility of the situation, then his expression eased

as he earnestly asked.

“Is there any way | can share your burden? If there is, | wish | could transfer all your pain to myself.”

His wife was Divine Doctor Jing; what if she could indeed develop skind of drug to transfer pain?

Qiao Jing burst into laughter, her eyes curving into crescents.

“Do you think | have superpowers? That | can transfer pain just because | want to?”

Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes dimmed for a moment, then brightened again as he made a promise to Qiao Jing.

“It’s fine. If | can’t share the burden, I'll be twice as good to you, to make you happier.”

After saying that, his gaze fell on Qiao Jing’s belly, and the tenderness in his eyes turned serious as he began to

speak to the children in her stomach.

“You mustn't kick Mommy in the future, got it? Otherwise, when you grow up, I'll discipline you on behalf of

Mommy.”

Upon seeing this scene, Qiao Jing momentarily lost herself in the illusion that she and Zhan Qipei were a loving

married couple by their own choice.

An unexpected breeze blew through a window that hadn’t been shut tightly, pulling her back to reality.

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She instantly sobered up but felt an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart.

Zhan Qipei also felt the draft and quickly got up to close the window.

Qiao Jing gazed at the man’s broad back, lost in thought for a second, then lowered her eyes to her slightly

bulging belly.

Eventually, she had to return to reality.

After Zhan Qipei had closed the window, he returned to sit next to Qiao Jing, his large hand once again covered

her slightly swollen belly, touching it with meticulous care.

His other hand wasn’t idle either, he opened his phone and started browsing something.

Once the hospital room quieted down again, Qiao Jing glanced at the phone that had its screen smashed.

Just as she thought about getting up to find something else to pass the time, the man beside her made a move.

Zhan Qipei put down his phone, his warm hands resting on Qiao Jing’s belly, but he felt the clothes were

somewhat obstructive.

“Can | lift up the clothes? Just up to the belly is fine.”

Qiao Jing frowned slightly, about to reject when she caught a glimpse of the man’s still-lit phone screen out of

the corner of her eye.

The line of text on it caught her attention.

“How to massage a pregnant woman's belly?”

Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei, hesitated, but ultimately didn’t have the heart to refuse him outright.

“It’s fine to massage over the clothes.”

Zhan Qipei shook his head, adamant, and, fearing Qiao Jing didn’t believe him, he picked up his phone and

showed her.

“It says here, massaging over the clothes isn’t as effective.”

Qiao Jing stared at the line of text on the phone screen for a long while.

Before she could speak, the man’s hand tentatively lifted a corner of her garment.

Qiao Jing, seeing the cautiousness on Zhan Qipei’s face, was reminded of a stray, large dog, carefully asking if it

could be taken in and, in the end, her heart softened.

“All right, go ahead and massage, but I'm only a little over three months along, so don’t do it for too long.”

Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes brightened as he partially lifted the woman's clothes, revealing her slightly bulging

stomach.

Following an online doctor's tutorial, his large hand stroked gently from left to right, from top to bottom, the

corner of his mouth curling up with tenderness and deep love in his eyes.

Qiao Jing felt comfortable, yet there was also a tingling sensation.

It had been fine through the clothes, but now Zhan Qipei’s hand was directly touching her skin, which made her

more sensitive.

The callused pads of the man’s fingers and the warm palms grazed back and forth against her stomach,

uncontrollably causing her to tense her abdominal muscles.

When Zhan Qipei felt the skin under his palm sinking, his movement abruptly froze, thinking he had done

something wrong.

He hastily raised his head to look at Qiao Jing.

“Why did your stomach sink in? Did | press...”

He hadn't finished speaking when he felt the stomach return to its normal state.

Qiao Jing saw the panic on Zhan Qipei’s face. Did he really think he had pushed her stomach in?

Her laughter spilled out, her eyes smiling at Zhan Qipei.

Zhan Qipei then realized that he had been so nervous he had forgotten that people could contract their

abdomen.

He thought he had pushed the baby down.

After continuing the massage for about ten minutes, Qiao Jing sneezed, and tears clung to her eyelashes.

“Stop massaging, | want to sleep now...”

Zhan Qipei looked up at Qiao Jing and reluctantly let go of her, then glanced at the clock.

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Jing was already fast asleep in bed.

Zhan Qipei lightened his footsteps and slowly walked to the bed.

Caught between sleeping on the sofa and continuing to massage Qiao Jing, he chose the latter.

The man lifted a corner of the blanket and lay down beside Qiao Jing, his hands once again caressing her

stomach.

Worried he might wake her, he had to content himself with gently stroking over her clothes.

The next morning, when Qiao Jing woke up and shifted, she discovered a pair of strong arms around her waist.

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The man’s large hand still rested on her stomach, and she could hear his steady breathing.

Had he slipped into her bed while she was asleep?

Qiao Jing turned slightly to face the man’s stunning visage.

Just as she thought to extricate herself from his embrace, Zhan Qipei opened his eyes.

This scene felt oddly familiar to Qiao Jing, but now instead of lying beside the bed, the man was laying right next

to her.

Qiao Jing’s cold voice broke the silence.

“When did you cup to sleep?”

When Zhan Qipei saw Qiao Jing’s coldly beautiful face and her inquisitive eyes, he instantly becalert.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was already seven in the morning.

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Qiao Jing stared at Zhan Qipei’s face for a while, and after not finding a trace of deceit, she did not press further.

Just as she was about to get out of bed, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her ankle!