Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Not coming hall night?!

Zhan Qipei was agitated.

After all, which man could tolerate his wife not coming hall night?

“Just tellthe address, I'm going to the hospital now.”

Even though Zhou Fu didn’t have those kind of feelings for Qiao Jing, he was worried about her being at Lu Zijin’s

hospital; every tLu Zijin saw his wife, his eyes glued onto her as if stuck, making it impossible to block his

gaze.

Even if Qiao Jing wasn't at Lu Zijin’s hospital, just based on her personal charm and stunning beauty, it was still a

very dangerous situation.

Thus, he absolutely couldn’t allow Qiao Jing to stay out overnight.

“Really, there's no need—"

This tQiao Jing hadn't finished speaking when she was interrupted by Zhan Qipei.

“If you won't tell me, I'll search for you in every hospital one by one.”

Qiao Jing “..."”

Why was this man so clingy?

He hadn't been like this before, right?

Thinking back, it seemed that ever since she had treated Zhan Yuanshan, Zhan Qipei had beclike this.

She didn’t know what the man really intended to do.

Before Lan Yinyin appeared, she thought he deliberately clung to her to get back at her.

But even after Lan Yinyin appeared, Zhan Qipei was still the same.

Qiao Jing carefully analyzed it, and Zhan Qipei probably never believed from the start that Lan Yinyin was the

person who had saved him back then; the reason he hadn't exposed Lan Yinyin was probably because he wanted

to investigate the people behind her through her.

If she wasn’t mistaken, Zhan Qipei probably suspected that his assassination in the cornfield over two months

ago was related to the people behind Lan Yinyin.

So, did the man still suspect that she was the one who had saved him, and his current behavior still constituted

getting back at her, clinging to her?

The persistent kind?

Ultimately, Qiao Jing couldn't stand the man’s persistence and just had to tell him which hospital she was at.

At seven in the evening, Zhan Qipei put on his coat, ready to go and pick up Qiao Jing.

As he opened the door, he saw Lan Yinyin lifting her hand, about to knock.

“What is it?” Zhan Qipei asked coldly.

Lan Yinyin nodded, “It’s about the assassination in the cornfield two months ago, | have sclues, you might

want to know.”

Zhan Qipei’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, as deep as the ocean.

“Hmm, tell me.”

“That—It’s not something that can be explained in a word or two, may | cin?”

Lan Yinyin carried a delicate thermos in her hand, “I've ground this coffee myself, just brewed it.”

Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes subtly scanned the thermos without a trace of emotion.

“Cin.”

He was curious, Lan Yinyin running over at this tto bring up the incident in the cornfield, along with freshly

brewed coffee.

Could there be poison in that coffee?

Zhan Qipei looked at his watch, 7:02 PM.

Qiao Jing said the surgery would start at seven in the evening, and it was estimated to last more than two hours,

which was enough time.

He first wanted to see what Lan Yinyin was up to.

Just as Zhan Qipei was thinking this, Lan Yinyin suddenly slipped and fell towards him.

He had seen Lan Yinyin’s tactics countless times before, no different from those wealthy ladies who take the

opportunity to throw themselves into someone's arms.

Zhan Qipei stepped to the side, quietly watching as Lan Yinyin slid past him and then fell to the ground.

Zhan Qipei slightly frowned, lifted his arm, and looked at his hand where a scratch had drawn blood.

Did she have a hidden weapon on her?

Was she trying to attack him?

Zhan Qipei looked at Lan Yinyin with a wary expression.

Lan Yinyin, in pain, got up from the ground, “I'm sorry, | didn’t mean to.”

As she spoke, Lan Yinyin removed the ring she was wearing as an ornament on her finger.

Zhan Qipei then realized it was the ring that had scratched his hand.

He thought that someone as meticulously thoughtful as Lan Yinyin wouldn't resort to such a clumsy method of

assassination.

“It’s fine,” Zhan Qipei said indifferently, the scratch on the back of his hand was superficial and didn’t affect him

much.

“Cough cough—" Lan Yinyin cleared her throat awkwardly, looking toward Zhan Qipei’s hand, “Well, your hand is

bleeding a little. Do you have a first aid kit at home? Letclean it up for you. If the wound gets infected, it

would be my fault.”

After she finished speaking, Lan Yinyin reached out to grab Zhan Qipei’s hand.

Zhan Qipei sat down in front of the sofa, his demeanor emitting a ‘keep away’ aura.

With this attitude, Zhan Qipei was effectively rejecting her offer.

Lan Yinyin frowned, knowing she

shouldn't touch the man if he didn't

allow it. Anyway, Te afready!\

esa 00 ng wouldn't be

back from the hospital any tsoon

tonight, and she had made full

preparations. She was determined to

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Thinking this, Lan Yinyin was no longer in a hurry; she unscrewed a thermos, found two cups, and poured coffee

into them.

“Whoosh—"

Zhan Qipei, with his dark and unreadable eyes, watched the coffee in the cup without a trace.

Having poured, Lan Yinyin placed one cup in front of Zhan Qipei and took a sip from the other cup herself.

Zhan Qipei was observing every move of Lan Yinyin; the cups were from his house, so there was no chance of

poisoning them.

Perhaps he was overthinking it; maybe there was nothing wrong with the coffee?

“Hurry up, | need to leave soon,” Zhan Qipei said, cutting straight to the point.

Lan Yinyin set down her cup,

pretending to recall something,

“Actually, | don't remember clearly,

and | don’t know if it pynte:as an

oii) OEE the person

o tried to assassinate you was

wearing a special bracelet on his

wrist, with a number on it, but |

couldn't see it clearly. I'll look for

clues in the ground after the surgery,

but when | got there, those two

assassins were already gone.” The

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“A special bracelet...” Zhan Qipei fell into thought, Lan Yinyin didn’t seem to be lying.

Initially, he thought the two assassins were hitmen hired by someone from behind. But the league’s hitmen

didn’t wear special bracelets.

Wait!

Zhan Qipei suddenly remembered something; he recalled an organization abroad where all members wore

bracelets and used numbers instead of their names.

What exactly the organization was, he couldn’t remember clearly at the moment.

Zhan Qipei took out his phone and sent a message to Tang Yan.

“Look into the organization of assassins that wear numbered bracelets.”

Just after Zhan Qipei sent the message, he heard Lan Yinyin’s voice beside him.

“President Zhan, | specially prepared this coffee for you, it will get cold soon. Try it out, it still tastes quite nice.”

Zhan Qipei's gaze fell once more on

the coffee. After a twarsecond, m

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his lips, and then sneakily glanced at

Lan Yinyin from the corner of his eye.

Lan Yinyin didn’t react much, she looked quite composed.

This coffee wasn’t a problem.

Suddenly, something felt wrong with his body.

“Clatter—" The cup fell to the ground.