Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 359 - 348: Zhan Qipei Pins Qiao Jing Down

Chapter 359: Chapter 348: Zhan Qipei Pins Qiao Jing Down

Qiao Jing gave up on the idea of fetching a bathrobe for the man, poked Zhan Qipei’s face with her hand, and urged him to move.

“Zhan Qipei, get up and take your medicine.”

When the man heard Qiao Jing’s voice, he stirred but still didn’t get up.

Qiao Jing glanced at the quilt crushed under Zhan Qipei and then at the man’s bathrobe.

“Don’t go back to sleep, get up and take your medicine.”

But Zhan Qipei still didn’t respond, lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Qiao Jing sighed helplessly, reached over to lift him up from the bed, and used her hand to support his back so he sat up straight.

She looked at the man and raised her voice.

“Take the medicine.”

Only then did Zhan Qipei open his eyes. Seeing the bowl of medicine in front of him, he became somewhat alert and took it from her.

Qiao Jing watched Zhan Qipei finish the medicine before she breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as he had finished, without a word, he was ready to collapse back onto the bed. She hurriedly pulled him to stop.

“Get off first; you’re crushing the quilt.”

He really wasn’t making things easy for her.

Zhan Qipei finally got off the bed, swaying unsteadily. Seizing the opportunity, he leaned on Qiao Jing, a glint of light flashing in his dark eyes.

But he was afraid of being too heavy and squashing Qiao Jing, so he only used half his strength, leaning partially against her.

Qiao Jing felt like this man was like a koala—where koalas hug trees, he clung to her.

She rubbed her temples, flipped the quilt on the bed, and then helped Zhan Qipei back onto it.

“There, now you can sleep.”

After tucking Zhan Qipei in, her gaze fell on that strikingly handsome face, and she felt a stir of emotion inside.

It had always been Zhan Qipei who took care of her before, but now the roles had reversed a bit, which could also be considered a way of repaying him.

Qiao Jing prepared to return to her own room. Just as she walked a few steps, the image of the man leaning on her, with that burning body temperature, kept reappearing in her mind.

She turned back to look at Zhan Qipei, and in the end sighed helplessly, hurried into the bathroom, and soaked a towel in cold water.

When Qiao Jing returned to Zhan Qipei’s room, she found that his quilt was flung open, revealing much of the bed.

Her brows furrowed as she walked quickly to the bedside, placed the cold towel on the man’s forehead, and tucked him in again.

After applying the towel to the man, Qiao Jing then returned to her own room.

The next morning, Qiao Jing got up on time.

She was still worried about Zhan Qipei, who had a fever last night, and planned to make him a light porridge in the kitchen.

When Qiao Jing entered the kitchen, she saw a silhouette bustling about.

Zhan Qipei was standing in front of a pot of porridge, stirring it occasionally, while another pot was heating up a cup of milk.

Qiao Jing’s brows knit together as she took a few steps forward and reached out to touch the man’s forehead.

Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes brightened, and he rubbed his forehead against the palm of her hand.

Feeling the heat from her palm, although it was slightly lower than yesterday, it was still very hot. Her tone revealed annoyance as she spoke.

“Why are you making breakfast when your fever hasn’t gone down yet?”

She always got up earlier than the man, but today, Zhan Qipei had awakened earlier than her despite his fever, and he was even making breakfast in the kitchen.

It made her angry that he wasn’t taking care of his health at all.

Hearing Qiao Jing’s concerned words, Zhan Qipei felt overjoyed on the inside, suppressing the urge to grin, as he spooned out a bowl of porridge from the pot.

“Got up to make breakfast for you. I said before, I would make every meal for you from now on.”

His wife was both testing his temperature and saying she was concerned about him—did it mean that he still had a glimmer of hope?

The more Zhan Qipei thought about it, the happier he became, and he placed the bowl on the dining table.

Seeing her husband busy himself for her, Qiao Jing pursed her lips, and a ripple of warmth stirred within her cool eyes.

“You don’t have to do so much for me.”

She didn’t want to let Zhan Qipei continue to be so nice to her just because he liked her.

It was unfair to Zhan Qipei.

Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes dimmed, his lips pressed tight, remaining silent as he silently returned to the kitchen to place the warmed milk on the dining table.

“Eat breakfast.”

He had thought that he might have a chance, but it seemed he had hoped for too much.

Zhan Qipei watched Qiao Jing finish her breakfast, then silently went back to his room and lay under the covers on his bed.

Seeing the man in such a dispirited state, Qiao Jing pursed her lips, got up, prepared the fever-reducing medicine, and brought it to Zhan Qipei’s room.

It was daytime, yet Zhan Qipei’s room was very dim, the curtains blocking out the light from outside.

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Qiao Jing saw the bulge on the bed, feeling a bit helpless, and placed the cup on the bedside table.

“Did you have breakfast?”

A muffled voice came from under the covers.

“Yes.”

Qiao Jing glanced at the lump under the covers, knowing the person was awake, and instructed,

“Then drink the medicine first, I’ll be leaving.”

Zhan Qipei was so feverish, she felt uneasy about going to the research institute, so she had Zhan Nanqing send some documents to her phone.

Qiao Jing returned to her room to review the documents.

“Ding dong—”

The sudden sound of the doorbell interrupted Qiao Jing, who was looking at the documents. She looked up at the clock on the wall.

Eleven in the morning.

She frowned slightly and opened the door.

Su Manhan was holding a thermal bag; her eyes lit up when she saw Qiao Jing.

“Qiao Jing, I came to bring you some soup and food, you haven’t cooked yet, right? I timed it just right.”

Just as Qiao Jing was about to say something, a weak voice came from Zhan Qipei’s room.

“Qiao Jing… I feel dizzy…”

Before Qiao Jing could say anything, she hurried toward the room.

Upon hearing that feeble voice, Su Manhan stood frozen in place.

Could that be the voice of her son?

Why did it sound so weak?

Zhan Qipei never sounded so fragile when he was feverish as a child, so why was it different now that he was grown?

Zhan Qipei had always been very independent ever since he was young, never needing anyone’s care, not even crying or calling out when he was sick. Yet today, he was like this?

Was this really her son? He hadn’t been switched at birth, had he?

Curious, Su Manhan watched Qiao Jing enter the room, and then she went up to see what was happening.

The door to Zhan Qipei’s room wasn’t closed, and she sneaked a peek from the side, eyeing the scene inside.

Just as Qiao Jing reached the man’s bedside and was about to ask what was wrong, her hand was seized.

Before she could react, she was suddenly pulled by the man and found herself lying on the bed.

What came urgently next was the man pressing directly on top of her, burying his head in the crook of her neck.

Qiao Jing’s eyes widened as she tried to push the man away, but the hand on her waist was so strong that after several attempts, she couldn’t push him off.

The man’s scorching breath sprayed on her shoulder, making it feel tingly.

“Zhan Qipei, what are you doing? Let go of me.”

What was wrong with this man? He pinned her to the bed without a word, and now his head, which was buried in her neck, was even slowly moving downward?!