Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 152: Chapter 145: Zhan Qipei Insists on Giving Qiao Jing the Black Card

After work, Qiao Jing and Zhan Nanqging had just stepped out of the research institute when they saw the

Maybach parked at the entrance waiting for them.

Seeing this, Qiao Jing immediately felt a headache coming on and turned to look at Zhan Nanging, “You help me

stop your brother later.”

Zhan Nanging’s brows knotted, what if she didn’t want to stop him?

Just as Zhan Nanging was thinking this, Zhan Qipei got out of the car, holding a cup of milk tea for her.

“Your favorite coconut milk tea, still warm.”

Qiao Jing glanced at the milk tea in Zhan Qipei’s hand. She really wanted to drink the milk tea, just not keen on

accepting Zhan Qipei’s kindness.

“If you don’t drink it, no one else will fancy it, and I'll just have to throw it away,” Zhan Qipei said, deliberately

glancing at the trash bin nearby.

Qiao Jing had always been a frugal person, and the thought of perfectly good milk tea being wasted like that was

just too much.

“You really know how to waste money, buying it just to throw it away,” Qiao Jing cast a disapproving glance at

Zhan Qipei and then took the milk tea from his hand.

Zhan Qipei curled his lips into a smile, gazing at Qiao Jing with a look full of indulgence.

“Yeah, I'm quite the spendthrift, so | need someone to control me. You would be perfect for that.”

After he spoke, Zhan Qipei pulled a black card from his pocket and held it out in front of Qiao Jing.

“Here, for you.”

Qiao Jing frowned. “What do you mean?”

Zhan Qipei, without explanation, pushed the black card into Qiao Jing’s palm and wrapped his own large hand

around hers, enclosing the card within.

“As husband and wife, it’s traditional for the man to earn outside while the woman manages the home. Naturally,

the control of the household finances should be in the wife’s hands.”

Standing aside, Zhan Nanqing felt like she was just air, internally berating her brother for shamelessly throwing

dog food her way.

Complaints aside, Zhan Nanging noticed Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei standing together - both so excellent in their

own right, the beautiful woman and the handsman looking exceedingly well-matched - it made her think

they were simply meant for each other.

Qiao Jing withdrew her hand and held the card back out to Zhan Qipei.

“I'm not short on money, and even if | were, | wouldn't use yours. President Zhan, I've told you before, ours is

but a contractual marriage. | won't fall for you, and you're not my type. There are only three days left. If you

don’t go to the civil affairs office by then, I'll unilaterally annul our marriage. Don’t worry, | have plenty of ways

to do that.”

Qiao Jing was deadly serious, and it made Zhan Qipei’s expression turn sour instantly.

Zhan Qipei’s face was tense, his thin lips pressed into a cold, straight line.

The two locked eyes, neither backing down.

Zhan Nanging dared not even breathe too loudly as she witnessed the showdown, her heart racing with anxiety

for her brother.

What were they to do, with only three days left?

“You're speaking too soon. With three days left, how do you know | can’t change your mind within that time?”

Zhan Qipei said, his gaze confident as he looked at Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing’s eyebrows quirked. “Is that so? I'm curious then, what could you possibly do to change my mind?”

Zhan Nanging was all ears as well, equally curious about what method her brother might have.

After a minute of silent anticipation, Zhan Qipei finally spoke.

“| can seduce you.”

Qiao Jing “..."”

Zhan Nanging “..."”

Both of them had never expected Zhan Qipei to say something like that.

Because of Zhan Qipei’s words, Zhan Nanging was dragged by Qiao Jing to the Nantai Apartment to act as a third

wheel, to ensure Zhan Qipei didn’t do anything inappropriate.

On the way back, they picked up sgroceries. As soon as they arrived home, Qiao Jing began bustling about

in the kitchen.

Zhan Qipei pitched in to help.

“Chop those onions,” Qiao Jing instructed Zhan Qipei.

“Okay.”

“And wash the greens as well.”

“Alright. Sure.”

“Is this way of cutting okay?” Zhan Qipei asked.

“A bit thick, cut it finer.”

“Okay.”

Watching the two of them cooperate so well, Zhan Nanging felt this was what a real family should be like.

Then she thought of her own parents, who did nothing together but shop and watch movies. The rest of the time,

her father hung out with a bunch of friends playing billiards and fishing, and her mother grouped up with several

ladies of high society to do their nails and go to spas, hardly ever engaging in life-filled activities like Qiao Jing

and her brother.

The scene looked quite harmonious, and she admitted she could watch it go on forever.

But—

Suddenly, Zhan Nanging thought of Lou Xinrou, her best friend who had been in love with her brother for so

many years... What a dilemma!

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Qiao Jing turned her head to look at Zhan Nanging.

“You go answer the door.”

“Why should it be me?”

Zhan Qipei also turned around, “Because you're the one with nothing to do.”

Zhan Nanging “..."”

Alright, she had figured it out; the couple was ganging up to pick on her.

But—

It was true, she had nothing else to do.

She didn’t want to, either. The problem was, as a young lady of means, she really didn’t know how to do these

kinds of things!

Walking to the front door and pulling it open, her expression immediately turned unfriendly upon seeing Lan

Yinyin.

Without a second thought, Zhan Nanqing started to close the door, intending to shut Lan Yinyin out.

But Lan Yinyin was prepared and

stuck a foot in. Unless Zhan Napging

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But she didn’t dare do such a thing.

“Good evening,” Lan Yinyin greeted Zhan Nanging with a smile, pushing the door fully open with her hand and

strode in arrogantly.

Zhan Nanging was so annoyed, she

could hardly wait to throw Lan Yigyin

out. But after doing fie deseareh, she

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“Hmph! The nerve of you to cuninvited, what a shameless act!” Zhan Nanging scoffed.

Lan Yinyin turned around and raised

an eyebrow, “As the honorable young

mistress of the Zhag amily, Fo ban

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“You—" Just as Zhan Nanqing was rendered speechless by Lan Yinyin, Qiao Jing cout of the kitchen.

“What are you doing here?” Qiao Jing asked indifferently.

“1, I'm here to see President Zhan,” Lan Yinyin said, glancing around after hearing noise from the kitchen. “Are

you guys cooking? Lethelp.”

“Do you really want to help?” Qiao Jing asked Lan Yinyin expressionlessly.

Lan Yinyin nodded, “I happen to be free.”

No sooner had Lan Yinyin finished talking than Qiao Jing handed her two garbage bags.

“Then I'll trouble you to take out the trash,” Qiao Jing said.

Lan Yinyin stared at the garbage bags in her hand, and after Zhan Nanging, now it was her turn to be

speechless.

But she had said it herself, so it wouldn't be good not to do it.

“Alright, Ill go take out the trash.”

Lan Yinyin managed a smile uglier than crying and, carrying the two garbage bags, walked out the door.

No sooner had she stepped through the doorway than she heard a loud “bang”—the door was forcefully closed

from the inside.