Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 127: Chapter 121: Zhan Qipei’s Indirect Confession
 

“Hm?” Qiao Jing blinked in confusion and turned to face the man, “What did you just say?”

The car stopped in front of the apartment, and Zhan Qipei released his hold on the steering wheel, turning to look at Qiao Jing, “I said, sooner or later, I will find evidence to make you admit that you were the one who performed the surgery on me.”

Qiao Jing’s pupils dilated suddenly, and her lips parted slightly, “You, you already know that the person who saved you, was Lan Yinyin?”

Zhan Qipei unbuckled his seat belt and leaned toward Qiao Jing, drawing close to her face.

At this moment, the distance between the two was mere inches.

“The person who saved me, was it really Lan Yinyin?”

Qiao Jing’s eyebrows lifted imperceptibly, maintaining her composure as she continued to lock eyes with the man.

“You—”

“I want to hear the truth from you.”

Before Qiao Jing could speak, Zhan Qipei interrupted her.

Confronted with the man’s earnest and solemn face, especially his eyes filled entirely with her reflection, she didn’t know how to begin. Should she say it was Lan Yinyin?

That would mean harming Zhan Qipei.

If she said it wasn’t Lan Yinyin.

That would be the same as admitting she was the one who saved him.

After a brief silence, Qiao Jing shifted back, putting some distance between them.

“You’re asking me this, have you found some doubt regarding Lan Yinyin?”

Seeing the girl did not play along with him, Zhan Qipei slightly furrowed his deep, misty eyebrows.

He knew it wouldn’t be easy to draw words out of Qiao Jing’s mouth.

“Yes, the person who saved me was not her.”

Hearing the man’s emphatic tone, Qiao Jing grew even more confused.

“How do you know?”

“Because it felt different.”

“Hm? Feel? What kind of feel?”

Zhan Qipei suddenly smirked, his gaze landing on Qiao Jing’s hands.

Qiao Jing followed Zhan Qipei’s line of sight to her own hands.

She asked about feeling, why was he looking at her hands?

Before she could make sense of it, Zhan Qipei’s hand had already reached out, taking hold of hers.

Qiao Jing instinctively wanted to withdraw her hand, but as soon as she tried to pull back, the man tightened his grip.

“You—”

“The touch is different,” Zhan Qipei’s words successfully halted Qiao Jing’s forthcoming actions.

After a stunned two seconds, Qiao Jing suddenly thought of something, looked at her hand, then gazed toward the spot where she had performed the surgery on the man.

Could it be? Even that had a different touch?

“Have you touched Lan Yinyin’s hand?”

“How could I? I never touch other women’s hands,” Zhan Qipei declared categorically.

Qiao Jing moved her hand in an obvious gesture.

Zhan Qipei, in a very good mood, curled the corner of his mouth and added, “Except for your hand.”

Speechless, Qiao Jing withdrew her hand, “Then how can you say the touch is different? You’ve never touched Lan Yinyin’s hand.”

“Because I don’t want to touch, the mere thought repels me, and that says it all,” Zhan Qipei had a certain cleanliness obsession with women, which meant that even with Lou Xinrou, who grew up with him, he only maintained normal conversational distance and almost never had physical contact.

Because he really disliked it.

So, after Qiao Jing appeared, the very first time he touched her, he felt something indescribable.

It was this feeling that made it impossible for him to not care about her.

“I don’t understand,” Qiao Jing said as she opened the car door and stepped out.

Zhan Qipei watched as Qiao Jing walked away, his interest piqued.

“One day, I’ll make you admit it.”

Two days later, Zhan Nanqing and Lou Xinrou arrived together at Nantai Apartment.

They came here, not because of Qiao Jing, but because of Lan Yinyin, who had suddenly emerged recently.

Just as Zhan Nanqing and Lou Xinrou got to Nantai Apartment, they saw Qiao Jing coming out from inside.

“How can you be so incompetent? Living with my brother every day and still let another woman take advantage,” Zhan Nanqing berated.

Qiao Jing could tell that “another woman” Zhan Nanqing referred to was Lan Yinyin.

“I’m about to divorce your brother soon, his affairs are none of my concern,” Qiao Jing responded.

“You—” Zhan Nanqing started angrily but then, looking at Qiao Jing’s demeanor, it seemed like she really didn’t care.

“Do you really not like my brother?” Zhan Nanqing’s question was precisely what Lou Xinrou wanted to know as well.

“There are only 25 days left, and your brother will return to Purple Garden. From then on, stop bothering me, it’s annoying,” Qiao Jing’s response was an explicit answer to Zhan Nanqing’s question.

Zhan Nanqing eyed Qiao Jing critically, and Lou Xinrou also scrutinized her; after exchanging glances, they came to a unanimous conclusion.