Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 1099 - 1087: Zhan Qipei Holds Qiao Jing in His Arms
As soon as Zhan Nanjing appeared, she instantly became the focal point of the entire room, drawing all eyes in the banquet hall.
Chi Yuhang, the groom, was also quite striking today.
He wore a white suit and stood next to Zhan Nanjing, looking like a perfect match, a pair of golden boy and jade girl.
Hand in hand, the two slowly walked onto the stage under the gaze of everyone, making vows to each other and exchanging rings.
As Zhan Nanjing and Chi Yuhang looked into each other’s eyes, their faces were filled with happy smiles.
Although the smiles carried a hint of shyness, they made their feelings seem sincere and precious.
At this moment, the whole banquet hall was filled with the scent of happiness.
Qiao Jing sat nearby, silently offering her blessings to Zhan Nanjing and Chi Yuhang in her heart.
Without realizing it, she had been staring at the bride and groom, and Lu Zijiao immediately leaned over, raising an eyebrow and saying, "What’s up? Are you envying them, envying Zhan Nanjing for being the bride?"
"If you marry my brother, you can have a wedding anytime, and then you too could be the center of attention!"
Before Qiao Jing could say anything, Xu Moqian suddenly interjected, directly confronting, "Lu Zijiao, you really have no shame, always pestering people, always talking about wanting someone to be your sister-in-law, I’m really impressed with you!"
Lu Zijiao sneered at Xu Moqian, "You dare to criticize me? Aren’t you the same?"
Xu Moqian immediately retorted, "What do you mean? I’m not like you, don’t lump me in with you, I just consider Xiao Jing a good friend, while you have ulterior motives!"
"Even if I do have ulterior motives, so what? I just want to create a good marriage, it’s not like I have any malicious intent."
Lu Zijiao argued strongly, undaunted, "Besides, what’s it to you? Is it any of your business?"
"How is it not my business? I regard Xiao Jing as a good friend, her matters are my matters!"
"Good friend? Sounds nice, but I think your intentions aren’t pure either!"
Xu Moqian and Lu Zijiao started their usual bickering again, one word against the other.
Qiao Jing, hearing this, felt a headache coming on, so she took the opportunity of their heated argument to get up and walk away.
She thought of finding a quiet place to stay alone for a while, but the first floor of the banquet hall was full of people, exchanging drinks and laughter.
So, after wandering around, Qiao Jing headed to the second floor.
On the upper floor, after walking down the corridor for a while, she noticed in the corner a large man sitting on a sofa.
The man was leaning against the sofa’s armrest, rubbing his temples with his fingers, looking quite uncomfortable.
On the round table in front of him, there were quite a few empty bottles strewn about, clearly indicating he had drunk a lot, maybe too much.
Upon closer inspection, Qiao Jing realized that the man was actually Zhan Qipei.
Seeing him in discomfort, Qiao Jing instinctively wanted to approach and ask, but feared causing any misunderstandings.
After all, Zhan Qipei had previously told her more than once or twice to stay away.
With that in mind, Qiao Jing dismissed her initial thought and walked right past Zhan Qipei.
However, after taking just a few steps, there was a sudden crash from behind.
Qiao Jing paused, turned around to look, and saw the sound was from empty bottles falling off the table onto the floor. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
The originally reclining Zhan Qipei slumped over, supporting himself on the round table, seeming about to fall anytime.
Watching this, Qiao Jing hesitated for a moment, and eventually decided to turn around and approach.
She lowered her eyes and asked Zhan Qipei, "President Zhan, are you alright? Do you need me to call someone to help?"
Upon hearing a voice, the drunken Zhan Qipei shook his head slightly and then slowly lifted it.
In his blurred vision, he saw a figure standing in front of him.
And this figure seemed like, seemed to be the woman he yearned for day and night!
Instantly, Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes trembled, the sternness on his face replaced by an overwhelming emotion.
Moments later, he rose abruptly, pulling the woman in front into his embrace.
Due to excitement, even his deep voice trembled slightly, "Qiao Jing, you finally returned, I knew you’d be reluctant to leave me, you wouldn’t really leave..."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Jing realized Zhan Qipei was quite drunk, mistaking her for his wife.
"You’re mistaken, I’m not her, let go of me and then we can talk."
Qiao Jing explained while struggling, trying to free herself from Zhan Qipei’s hold.
But at this moment, Zhan Qipei wouldn’t listen to her words.
Instead of releasing her, he tightened the grip around her waist.
Seeing Zhan Qipei like this, Qiao Jing knew explaining now wouldn’t work.
This man, it seems, had drunk too much and his longing triggered an obsession in his heart, hence his actions.
In his current state, if he stayed here, he might catch a cold.
Considering this, Qiao Jing proposed, "How about I help you back to your room to rest?"
Zhan Qipei nodded, his lips slightly parted, speaking gentle words, "Alright, whatever you say."
The magnetic and gentle voice entered Qiao Jing’s ears, causing her to pause slightly.
It was the first time she’d heard Zhan Qipei speak so tenderly.
His gentle demeanor made Qiao Jing’s heart unexpectedly soften, yet also brought an unexplainable ache.
But as soon as this feeling surfaced, Qiao Jing came to her senses.
What right did she have to feel sorry for him?
Besides, his gentleness wasn’t directed at her, it was meant for his wife...
Thinking of this, Qiao Jing gathered her feelings and helped Zhan Qipei into a nearby room.
Inside the room, Zhan Qipei still held onto her hand tightly.
"Do you know? For over four years, I’ve been waiting for you to come back. Every morning I wake up, hoping to open my eyes and see you in front of me..."
His deep, husky voice carried a note of grievance, expressing the longing accumulated in his heart over the years.
"Do you know what it’s like to have that hope dashed time and again? Every time I wake up and can’t see you, it hurts so much here..."
Zhan Qipei spoke while lifting his other hand to cover his heart.
Qiao Jing understood that what he was describing was the pain of the heart.
She hesitated for a moment, trying to pry her hand free from his grasp.
But his large hand was like a clamp, firmly holding onto her.
Helpless, Qiao Jing said, "Let me get you a glass of water, can you let go first?"
It seemed Zhan Qipei thought for a moment, then said, "Alright."
Once the words were spoken, he did release his grip.
Qiao Jing immediately felt relieved, turning around intending to slip away.
Unexpectedly, the moment she turned, Zhan Qipei suddenly hugged her from behind.
Caught off guard, Qiao Jing froze in surprise.
She instinctively glanced down at the large hand encircling her waist tightly.
Simultaneously, she heard the man’s low, husky voice, "No, I can’t let go of you. If I let go, the dream ends, and you will disappear from my sight."
