Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 720: Chapter 709 Who is Cooking?

Qiao Jing was worried that Zhan Qipei wouldn’t want to go open the door. Just as she was about to stand up, she was stopped by the man.

Zhan Qipei stood up and walked towards the entryway, expressionlessly opened the door.

When Zeng Xiangyang heard the door open, his eyes instantly brightened, and a broad smile spread across his face.

"Master! We—"

As soon as he saw that the person who opened the door was an expressionless Zhan Qipei, his smile immediately stiffened on his face.

Zhan Qipei looked at Zeng Xiangyang with a gloomy face and did not step aside to let him come in.

Zeng Xiangyang felt intimidated by Zhan Qipei’s stare and dropped his stiff smile for an awkward yet polite one.

He gave a dry laugh.

"Hehe... Cousin... good morning..."

Zhan Qipei didn’t speak and continued to stare at Zeng Xiangyang with furrowed brows.

Meanwhile, Qiao Jing, who had still been eating porridge at the dining table, sensed that something was amiss.

Zhan Qipei had gone to open the door, yet Zeng Xiangyang hadn’t come in?

She put down the spoon in her hand and went to the entryway, only to find the tall and the short staring intensely at each other.

However, it was just Zhan Qipei relentlessly staring at Zeng Xiangyang.

Upon seeing Qiao Jing, Zeng Xiangyang looked as if he had grasped a lifeline.

"Master!"

Qiao Jing sighed in resignation, pulled Zhan Qipei to one side, and made room for Zeng Xiangyang.

"Come in and sit for a while. I’ll join you after finishing my breakfast."

Zeng Xiangyang nodded, cautiously glanced at Zhan Qipei, fearing he might be stopped again, then dashed toward the living room.

After seeing Zeng Xiangyang sitting on the couch, Qiao Jing returned to the dining table to continue her breakfast.

She had thought Zhan Qipei would come back and sit down, but instead, the man went to the living room and took a seat facing Zeng Xiangyang.

She rolled her eyes, speechless. To help Zeng Xiangyang escape the "peril" sooner, she hastened her breakfast pace.

At that moment, Zeng Xiangyang, sitting on the couch, just wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

He would undoubtedly choose to just stand downstairs and suffer the "torture" of his cousin’s gaze over this any day.

Wasn’t it nice standing downstairs? Why did he have to come up?

Soon, Qiao Jing finished her porridge and came over to the couch, looking at Zeng Xiangyang.

"Let’s go."

Zeng Xiangyang promptly stood up and immediately came to Qiao Jing’s side.

Qiao Jing glanced at Zhan Qipei, who was preparing to stand to send them to the competition venue.

"We can just take a cab."

She had checked the address yesterday. The competition venue and Zhan Corporation were in completely opposite directions; a round trip took at least an hour.

That half an hour could be better spent letting Zhan Qipei go to work, otherwise Tang Yan would definitely call her to persuade the man to go to the office.

She didn’t know when it had started, but Tang Yan had already taken for granted that Zhan Qipei would be by her side.

Upon hearing Qiao Jing’s words, Zhan Qipei furrowed his brows.

"Aren’t I supposed to take you there?"

Qiao Jing glanced at the current time and reminded him:

"There’s only a half-hour left before you start work, and going to the competition venue alone will already take half an hour." noveldrama

Leaving those words behind, Qiao Jing headed toward the entryway with Zeng Xiangyang.

Zhan Qipei pursed his lips tightly and followed Qiao Jing closely.

"It’s okay, I’ll take you."

What work is more important than his wife?

And he had to check whether Lin Yun had secretly come to find Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing’s gaze fell on the dining table, and she casually found an excuse.

"The bowls haven’t been washed yet."

She specifically waited until now to remind Zhan Qipei, so that he could wash the dishes, allowing her to directly take a taxi there.

Zhan Qipei was startled for a moment, and turned to glance at the bowls on the dining table.

Just as he was looking in the direction of the dining table, Qiao Jing had already opened the door and walked out with Zeng Xiangyang.

By the time Zhan Qipei realized he wanted to follow, Qiao Jing had already closed the door, and casually sent him a message not to follow.

Once they entered the elevator, Zeng Xiangyang recovered from his shock that his cousin didn’t hire a maid and took care of the housework himself.

He glanced at Qiao Jing standing beside him, and carefully asked:

"Master, is it my cousin who handles all the housework at your place?"

Qiao Jing gently nodded and hummed a sound of affirmation.

Although she also wanted to do housework, Zhan Qipei and the others strongly opposed it. She couldn’t even enter the kitchen or touch the broom, at most, she could only take out the trash.

Zeng Xiangyang clasped his hands together, his face full of admiration as he looked at Qiao Jing, the expression somewhat exaggerated.

"Master, only you could make my cousin do this. I would never have thought he would do housework."

Keep in mind, his cousin was a member of the Zhan family, undoubtedly the kind they say was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Such a cold and ruthless cousin, actually handling the housework at home.

Suddenly, he became curious again and asked another question.

"Who cooks the meals?"

Just don’t tell him that even cooking is done by his cousin instead of hiring a chef.

Qiao Jing looked at Zeng Xiangyang’s curious face, and slowly opened her mouth to say:

"He does that too."

Zeng Xiangyang’s mouth fell open in shock, and he gave Qiao Jing a thumbs-up.

"I’m truly impressed, really impressed."

With a "Ding," the elevator doors opened, and Qiao Jing walked out with Zeng Xiangyang.

A moment later, at the competition venue.

Qiao Jing and Zeng Xiangyang, holding VIP tickets, took their seats in the front row.

By now, Zeng Xiangyang was fully geared up, wearing Lin Yun’s fan club attire, and even had on a supporter’s headband, including the kind of glowing hand banner.

Qiao Jing looked at Zeng Xiangyang somewhat helplessly and inquired:

"Why go to all this trouble?"

One would think it was a concert venue, not a professional competition site.

Zeng Xiangyang "hummed" twice, slightly lifting his chin.

"Because this time, it’s Lin Yun’s archrival we’re up against, Luca from Country H, he’s a jungler second only to Lin Yun. Now that the two teams are facing off, we fans definitely need to show our support!"

Only then did Qiao Jing notice that the people in the venue were almost divided into two camps, one side waving Lin Yun’s supporter signs, and the other side as Zeng Xiangyang mentioned, that Luca.

However, in terms of numbers, Lin Yun’s team had more fans.

Suddenly, she noticed on the opposite VIP seats, a woman wearing a hat and sunglasses, holding Luca’s supporter sign.

The VIP seats were almost entirely reserved by Lin Yun’s fans, with only a few sparse ones for Luca’s fans, and that woman wearing a hat and glasses was hard not to notice.

Qiao Jing inexplicably felt that the woman sitting opposite them looked familiar, her figure overlapping with Qiao Mengtong.

She slightly narrowed her eyes, staring at the woman for a few seconds, and recognized her identity.

Zeng Xiangyang suddenly noticed Qiao Jing staring in one direction, and curiously followed her gaze just to find it was Luca’s fan, his face full of disdain.

"Look, that woman is still holding Luca’s sign. Ha! Watch this!"

Saying so, he immediately turned on his glowing supporter sign, raising it above his head.