Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 361: Chapter 350: The Zhan Family is Incredibly Good to Qiao Jing

Qiao Jing put down her chopsticks and began to explain.

“You’ve misunderstood; that kind of thing didn’t happen…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Su Manhan interrupted her with a face that said I get it, you don’t need to say more.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, the youth these days, I understand. Let’s eat and not talk about this.”

Qiao Jing was slightly speechless and twitched the corner of her mouth, wanting to explain further.

But seeing the attitudes of Su Manhan and Zhan Yuanshan, it was clear they had already concluded that they had done that sort of thing.

However… it seemed that they really had done that sort of thing.

She stretched her hand and touched her stomach, ceasing her attempts to explain further.

Su Manhan noticed that the soup in front of Qiao Jing was untouched and became somewhat anxious.

“Drink your soup, it’s good for your health, and eat more of these dishes.”

As she spoke, she kept adding more food to Qiao Jing’s bowl.

“Look at you, you’re so thin you’ve hardly got any flesh on you; if you got pregnant, you definitely wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Feeling too bashful to refuse Su Manhan’s kindness, Qiao Jing found her bowl piled high with food by the time she finished her soup.

Upon seeing onions in her bowl, she furrowed her brows, knowing she couldn’t possibly finish all the food she had.

But she couldn’t waste it either…

While Qiao Jing was thinking this, a pair of chopsticks reached into her bowl.

Zhan Qipei moved all the onions from Qiao Jing’s bowl into his own and took a small portion of the other dishes as well.

Qiao Jing looked up at the man and whispered a thank you.

“Thank you.”

Su Manhan, witnessing this scene, spoke up unhappily.

“Qipei, that was for Qiao Jing to eat; how could you take food out of her bowl?”

Zhan Qipei glanced at Su Manhan and then picked the remaining bits of onion out of Qiao Jing’s bowl.

“She doesn’t like onions, and you’ve served her too much food.”

How could he possibly take his wife’s food?

He would rather have his wife eat more and put on some weight.

After hearing Zhan Qipei’s comment, Su Manhan was stunned, her gaze landing on the dish with onions.

She couldn’t help but criticize internally that perhaps her son didn’t even know what his own mother disliked eating; however, criticisms aside, she was now more pleased with her son.

“So that’s it, huh? Qiao Jing, is there anything else you don’t like eating? Tell me, and I won’t make those dishes for you in the future.”

When she used to bring food previously, it occasionally contained onions, but Qiao Jing had never mentioned it; could it be that she was too embarrassed to speak up and just ate them anyway?

The vision of Qiao Jing eating onions flashed through Su Manhan’s mind, making her feel a bit guilty about making her eat something she disliked.

Just as Qiao Jing was about to shake her head and say there was nothing she avoided, the man beside her quickly answered for her.

“She doesn’t like onions, nothing too bland, and she also dislikes green onions and cilantro.”

Qiao Jing was stunned and turned to look at Zhan Qipei.

“Actually, I can eat anything.”

If nothing went wrong, this was going to be her last meal at the Zhan family’s home.

There was no need to let the Zhan family know her preferences or for Su Manhan to remember these things, as she wouldn’t ask her to bring food anymore.

Upon hearing Zhan Qipei’s words, Su Manhan looked serious and momentarily forgot she was at the dining table, taking out her phone.

She set a reminder, recording everything Zhan Qipei had just mentioned.

“Is there anything else?”

Qiao Jing saw the man wanted to say something else; she reached out and tugged at Zhan Qipei’s clothes, stopping him.

“It’s not necessary.”

She didn’t expect Su Manhan to take it so seriously as to use her phone to take notes. Just as she was about to speak to stop her, the voice of Zhan Yuanshan rang out.

“Jing Girl, do you have any other dietary restrictions? Tell us all about them so we can remember.”

Zhan Yuanshan was quite pleased with Su Manhan’s action, as she was supposed to be kind to Qiao Jing, and he naturally supported her unconditionally.

Seeing the old man’s demeanor, Qiao Jing didn’t feel it appropriate to say anything more.

“There’s nothing else, really, no need to trouble yourself.”

Upon hearing Qiao Jing’s words, Zhan Yuanshan feigned anger and huffed.

“Jing Girl, what you’re saying, how can preparing something for you be a bother? If you keep talking like that, I might actually get angry.”

Qiao Jing opted for silence and continued eating her meal.

After noting it down, Su Manhan immediately put away her phone.

Zhan Nanqing felt somewhat jealous on the side.

Her grandfather usually hated when people played with their phones at mealtime. Once, during a meal, she had received a call. She merely reached out her hand, hadn’t even touched her phone, when she was scolded.

Yet when her mother took out her phone to note down Qiao Jing’s preferences, her grandfather didn’t utter a word of reprimand.

Oh, really baffling, who is really his beloved granddaughter.

After the meal, Qiao Jing stood up, said her goodbyes to Su Manhan and the others, and didn’t rush home but walked around outside Purple Garden.

She touched her stomach, it seemed more bulging than before the meal.

Probably because she ate too much…

Zhan Qipei silently followed behind Qiao Jing, watching her slim figure.

A beam of moonlight quietly shone on the woman, then the next second, it was obscured by the clouds.

Seeing the disappearing moonlight, his dark eyes dimmed, and the atmosphere around him grew heavier.

That moonlight was like him, only briefly appearing in Qiao Jing’s life, soon to vanish.

After tomorrow, it would be the day they divorced. After the divorce, what would Qiao Jing do?

If he made an effort to see her, would she hide away?

If she hid, where would he go to find her…

A pleasant voice brought the man’s thoughts back.

“Zhan Qipei, let’s go home.”

When Qiao Jing turned around and saw the man’s dispirited look, he appeared quite pitiful.

Upon hearing her voice, Zhan Qipei immediately snapped back to reality, a bitter smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

“Okay.”

Going home.

Just one more day.

Then it would no longer be a home shared by the two of them.

–

The next morning.

As soon as Qiao Jing entered her study, a loud “bang” suddenly echoed in her ears.

Following that, streamers floated down from the air, landing on her, then fell to the ground.

Xu Moqian, still making his own sound effects, spoke with a laugh, his tone filled with exuberance.

“Ta-da— congratulations, Sister Jing, you’re getting divorced tomorrow! You’re finally escaping this marital prison!”

Qiao Jing ignored Xu Moqian and looked down at the floor.

The once-clean floor was now covered in streamers, a vein in her temple throbbed, and she raised her eyes to Xu Moqian.

“Clean this up.”

Xu Moqian’s action of twirling the confetti cannon stopped, and the smile on his face froze, replaced by a look of grievance.

“Sister Jing, I was just celebrating your return to single life tomorrow, why am I the one sweeping…”

Qiao Jing walked forward expressionlessly, responding to Xu Moqian’s words.

“You made the mess, you clean it up.”

Suddenly, her phone chimed with a notification.