Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 358: Chapter 347 Intentionally Getting Sick

Qiao Jing looked seriously at Zhan Qipei for a good while, and, after confirming the man really couldn't eat

anymore, she pursed her lips and thought of a compromise.

“Then, will you save it for dinner?”

Zhan Qipei agreed and put the bowl away properly.

In the afternoon at the office, he began to prepare a second plan.

In the end, he prepared a total of three methods.

After returning hin the afternoon, Zhan Qipei pretended to reluctantly finish the lunch he had left over.

Throughout the entire meal, Qiao Jing felt the man was becoming increasingly odd; he barely touched the food

and seemed preoccupied with heavy thoughts.

Could it be that he had encountered problems at work?

Qiao Jing didn’t pry too much; worrying that bringing it up would only add to his distress, she finished off the

remaining food. Zhan Qipei, while Qiao Jing was eating, took his change of clothes and entered the bathroom

with a solemn expression.

He was about to execute his second plan, to take a cold shower and induce a fever.

Zhan Qipei was concerned that a cold shower alone might not be enough; after showering, he hurried back to his

room, closed the door, and reached for the air conditioning remote.

After setting the air conditioning to sixteen degrees Celsius, he sat in front of his desk and began to work.

It didn’t take long for Zhan Qipei to feel his body temperature rapidly dropping, the surrounding cold air

enveloping him.

A bone-chilling cold rose within his body, but he maintained his previous actions, his eyes fixed on the laptop

screen as he typed away at the keyboard.

Zhan Qipei’s lips were tightly pressed together, as if everything around him couldn’t affect him.

After handling his work, he stood up stiffly, turned off the air conditioning, and left the room.

Seeing that the door of the adjacent room was closed, he then stepped out.

Zhan Qipei hurriedly went to the bathroom, turned up the hot water, and quickly took a hot shower.

In the cold winter, such contrived actions would surely result in a fever, even if one wasn’t pending already.

When Qiao Jing walked out of her room wanting to drink swater, she noticed that the temperature in the

living room had dropped significantly, and there were gusts of wind blowing through.

Because the air conditioning was on in the room, she was dressed quite lightly and shivered when the cold wind

hit her.

Her gaze landed on the balcony, where she noticed the window was open, with a familiar silhouette standing by

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Qiao Jing furrowed her brows and set down her cup.

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After approaching Zhan Qipei, the cold wind from outside lifted her hair, and only then did she realize that the

balcony’s breeze was colder than she had thought.

Yet Zhan Qipei seemed oblivious to it, wearing only a loose bathrobe with a large part of the collar open, with

sdroplets of water still clinging to his neck and chest.

Confusion filled Qiao Jing’s cool eyes.

Hadn't he already taken a shower?

Why take another?

Just as she was about to reach out to close the window, the man beside her suddenly stepped forward.

Zhan Qipei leaned out with most of his body, as if he were about to jump off the building.

Qiao Jing was startled and quickly grabbed the man, forcefully pulling him back.

“What are you doing?”

Zhan Qipei withdrew his gaze from the window and spoke as if nothing was amiss.

“Nothing much, just taking a look.”

She closed the window expressionlessly, turned around, and stared at Zhan Qipei with an inquisitive look.

“What's the matter with you today?”

To check out the scenery, did it really require him to lean most of his body out of the window? A little further and

he might have fallen.

She had felt something was off since noon, but it wasn’t so obvious, so she didn’t ask, but now with him seeking

out the cold wind and even having thoughts of jumping off the building, Zhan Qipei definitely had encountered

sissue.

Without speaking, Zhan Qipei shook his head and looked over at Qiao Jing, realizing she was only wearing a thin

nightgown.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat; had his wife just been exposed to the cold wind with him?

Zhan Qipei smoothed his brows, and the tenseness in his side profile softened, his eyes shimmering with deep

self-reproach.

He reached out and took hold of the woman's slender wrist, starting to lead her towards the room.

“I'm fine; did you get cold? Go sit in the room, and I'll make you sginger tea to drink to prevent catching a

cold.”

As soon as Qiao Jing touched the man’s hand, she immediately felt the abnormally high temperature radiating

from his body, almost scalding to the touch.

She retracted her hand, and without waiting for Zhan Qipei to react, she placed her palm on his forehead.

Zhan Qipei stood frozen in place, motionless, his dark eyes fixed intently on Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing furrowed her brows and, without a word, led him back into the living room and found a thermometer in

the medicine box.

Based on the scorching heat of the man’s body, Zhan Qipei’s fever had to be at least 39 degrees.

She took out the thermometer from the medicine box, measured it, and it read 39.8 degrees.

No wonder it was so hot.

Qiao Jing then found several packets of medicine and placed them on the living room table, her tone tinged with

reproach.

“You've got a fever, don’t you know? And you're standing by the window in the cold draft?”

Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes sparkled.

He just knew it!

His wife would definitely feel sorry for him!

The ruse had indeed worked.

The man lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong, his tone deliberately carrying a trace of

grievance.

“I didn’t know | had a fever...”

Seeing Zhan Qipei’s pitiful expression, Qiao Jing’s anger dissipated on the spot, replaced by a somewhat

inexplicable heartache.

Her tone softened significantly.

“Drink these medicines all mixed together.”

Zhan Qipei shook his head and stood up, trying to walk unsteadily back to his room.

“A nap will do.”

However, he had only taken a few steps when he began to fall uncontrollably to the ground.

Qiao Jing’s temples throbbed abruptly, and she quickly stepped forward to steady the man with her hands.

Upon closer contact with Zhan Qipei, she felt she was supporting a furnace, so hot that an egg could cook on it.

She suppressed her anger and gritted her teeth.

“Zhan Qipei, you have a fever, and you need to take your medicine.”

Zhan Qipei stubbornly tried to walk on, not giving those medicines a glance.

“No, a nap will do.”

Qiao Jing’s pent-up anger was on the verge of erupting, but the man looked up at her with a hazy gaze.

This drained her of her fury.

She repeatedly told herself in her mind that he had a fever now, was a patient, and just needed patience.

Qiao Jing started talking in a tone used to cajole children.

“Then lethelp you back to bed to rest first, and you can take the medicine later.”

Yet Zhan Qipei, stubborn as a child, carefully removed her hand and started walking toward the bedroom on his

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In this weather, Zhan Qipei actually set the air conditioning to 16 degrees?

Qiao Jing looked doubtfully at the man lying in bed, but he was in no condition to answer her questions now.

She glanced at the man’s gaping collar, hesitating for a while.

If she let Zhan Qipei’s bathrobe stay open like this, he would certainly not recover from his illness.

Qiao Jing bit her lip and walked up to the bedside.