Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 719: Chapter 708: Suddenly Jealous of Two People

"You’re jealous of a child?"

And just now, when Zeng Xiangyang said ’I love you,’ it was obviously just a child getting too excited and blurting it out without thinking.

Yet this damned man, he even gets jealous over this kind of thing.

Zhan Qipei gathered his brows like mountains in mist and pressed his thin lips together, remaining silent.

Qiao Jing, feeling somewhat helpless, rubbed her temples, sighed, and changed the subject.

"Tomorrow I’m going to the match with Zeng Xiangyang."

She knew she wouldn’t be able to change Zhan Qipei’s jealous nature, so she could only try to divert the man’s attention.

Upon hearing Qiao Jing’s words, Zhan Qipei’s already furrowed brows tightened further, and his thin lips formed a flat, icy line.

"What match? Why are you going with him? Can’t he go by himself?"

Although he knew Qiao Jing was trying to change the subject, he couldn’t help but be concerned about her plans for the next day.

Qiao Jing saw Zhan Qipei adopt a wary look and rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"He’s been performing well recently and his grades are good. There happened to be two tickets, so I’m taking him to watch Lin Yun’s finals."

It seemed this damned man could never shake off his habit of unreasonable jealousy.

Zhan Qipei’s expression darkened in an instant, his brows nearly pinching tight enough to kill a fly.

"Do you have to go?"

Allowing Qiao Jing and Zeng Xiangyang to go to the match together was already the limit of his tolerance. And now she was telling him it was Lin Yun’s match.

The presence of two men at once made it even more intolerable for him.

Qiao Jing’s brow furrowed slightly, her lips parting slightly.

"I promised them, which means I’ll see it through."

She wasn’t the type to break her word, especially since it was Lin Yun’s final. If he won, he would be the world champion.

Moreover, just from the tone of Zeng Xiangyang’s voice when he spoke to her, she could tell how much he was looking forward to watching the match together. She definitely wouldn’t back out at the last minute.

Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes grew heavy as he thought of another solution.

"I’ll go with you."

He knew Qiao Jing was someone who kept her promises and wouldn’t force her to break them.

But he was determined not to let Qiao Jing spend the day alone with these two men.

Qiao Jing glanced at Zhan Qipei’s obstinate expression, feeling a heavy pulse at her temples.

"Don’t you still have work tomorrow?"

Even though she had the day off, it didn’t mean Zhan Qipei did, and it was still a working day.

But these weren’t the main points. The main point was that Zhan Qipei was busy with a project she knew of. If he spent the entire day accompanying her to the match, a lot of time would be wasted, and then Tang Yan might end up calling her to track him down again.

After hearing Qiao Jing’s remark, Zhan Qipei turned to look at her.

"I’ll pick you up tomorrow."

This was the extent of his final tolerance. If it weren’t for Qiao Jing knowing he had work, he would definitely insist on going.

Otherwise, what if someone took advantage of his absence and spirited his wife away?

When Qiao Jing saw that Zhan Qipei had finally dropped the idea of going, she nodded her head.

"Okay."

The next morning.

When Qiao Jing sat down at the dining table, she met Zhan Qipei’s expressionless face. He seemed to be in a particularly bad mood.

She picked up the spoon, ready to start eating porridge, but noticed that Zhan Qipei was still frowning heavily at her. noveldrama

Qiao Jing tried eating breakfast under such scrutiny but after a few sips of porridge, she felt as if Zhan Qipei’s gaze made everything tasteless.

With no other choice, she put down the spoon and looked up at Zhan Qipei.

"I’m just going to watch a match. Lin Yun has his competition and might not have time to see me. Even if I do go, it would just be to get Zeng Xiangyang an autograph or something."

She really couldn’t understand how this damned man could be so full of jealousy.

Could it be that this damned man was truly the incarnation of the vinegar demon in his past life?

Hearing that Qiao Jing might not meet Lin Yun softened Zhan Qipei’s tense expression somewhat.

"Mm, have breakfast. I’ll take you there."

His words had barely finished when Qiao Jing’s cell phone began to ring.

Zhan Qipei’s gaze immediately shifted to Qiao Jing’s phone on the table, his just-eased expression tightening again as he saw that the caller was Zeng Xiangyang.

Qiao Jing tapped to answer, engaging the speakerphone.

"Hello? What’s up?"

Zeng Xiangyang’s excited voice came from the other side of the line.

"Master, I’m downstairs at your building! It’s Nantai Apartment, right? My aunt gave me the address."

Qiao Jing paused mid-sip of her porridge and glanced at the current time.

"Why have you come so early?"

There were still three hours before the match started, and Zeng Xiangyang had already rushed over in a taxi—wasn’t that a bit too eager?

Zeng Xiangyang hummed twice in response.

"Of course! It’s the grand finals! Lin Yun’s grand finals! If we win, we’ll be world champions! Master, which floor is your place? I’ll come up to you!"

Zeng Xiangyang’s words plunged the room into silence.

Qiao Jing lifted her eyes to Zhan Qipei, certain that this damned man would change his expression.

As expected, Zhan Qipei’s face darkened at a visibly rapid pace, and he said coldly:

"Wait downstairs."

Zeng Xiangyang was startled to hear Zhan Qipei on the phone and asked uncertainly:

"Cousin? You’re there? Wait... You’re living with my master?!"

Zhan Qipei’s expression remained dark.

"You just found out? Wait downstairs for her to finish breakfast, then I’ll take you both."

Standing downstairs, Zeng Xiangyang felt as though he was caught in a whirlwind of confusion at these words, tentatively asking:

"Ah? I’m waiting down here? That’s fine, I guess. How much longer until master finishes breakfast?"

Although it seemed a bit pitiful to wait around like this, he didn’t dare go against his cousin’s wishes.

After all, in his eyes, his cousin was the Cold-faced Yama.

Zhan Qipei glanced at Qiao Jing’s bowl.

"Later. Just wait."

Feeling helpless, Qiao Jing stretched her hand to rub her temples, looking up at Zhan Qipei.