Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 362 - 351 Congratulations to Qiao Jing on the Divorce

Chapter 362 -351 Congratulations to Qiao Jing on the Divorce

Before Qiao Jing could check, a series of notification tones sounded, as if they had been timed.

As she took out her phone, the notification sounds kept coming, like a machine gun firing, until she silenced the phone.

Qiao Jing opened WeChat, which had 99+ new messages, with the most recent one from Cao Feiyu.

Just his chat box alone already had 99+ messages, and they were still coming in.

She became a little headache, and opened the chat with Cao Feiyu.

Cao Feiyu had sent not only text messages but also a series of firework emojis.

“Xiao Jingjing, you are finally getting divorced, I’ve finally waited for this day wuwuwu.”

“Does this mean you can consider me now? Hmph, without Zhan Qipei around, I can start pursuing you crazily.”

“You will definitely be too touched and then agree to me. Tomorrow I will buy a bunch of firecrackers and set them off at your house to celebrate properly.

If it weren’t for the fact that I have to rush to a job tomorrow, I would definitely be there to see you get your divorce certificate!”

Qiao Jing couldn’t bear to read more than these three messages and began typing with her pale fingers.

“I have to work, stop messaging me.”

After exiting Cao Feiyu’s chat box, she glanced down and saw that the number of messages from Zhan Ruiting was second only to those from Cao Feiyu.

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“Qiao Jing, you are getting divorced from my cousin tomorrow, right? Congratulations on your divorce, happy divorce!”

“What do you like to eat? After you and my cousin complete the divorce procedure tomorrow, I’ll take you out for a meal.”

Qiao Jing rolled her eyes speechlessly. Although she had no feelings for Zhan Qipei, she had never seen anyone wish a “happy divorce.”

At least she hadn’t seen anyone around her receive such a congratulatory divorce message.

She responded with just a period and paid it no further attention.

The next message was from Lu Zijin.

“Have you been busy recently? There’s a surgery that’s somewhat tricky for me. Do you have the time to lend a hand?”

Qiao Jing frowned and questioned in reply.

“Even you can’t handle it?”

Lu Zijin hesitated; the surgery wasn’t that difficult, actually. He just wanted to use the surgery as an excuse to spend more time with Qiao Jing.

However, if he said he couldn’t handle this surgery, Qiao Jing might think his medical skills were not up to par.

“Actually, I can handle it on my own, it should be successful.”

Qiao Jing typed a response.

“That’s fine, then. Handle it yourself, I’m not feeling very well these days.”

She reached out to touch her belly, trying to reduce her workload during pregnancy to avoid fatigue.

Seeing the words “not feeling well,” Lu Zijin hastened his reply.

“What’s wrong? Where does it hurt? Shall I come over to check on you?”

Qiao Jing pursed her lips and made up an excuse.

“It’s nothing, just didn’t sleep well.”

Xu Moqian stood beside Qiao Jing and caught a glimpse of her phone screen.

Although these guys were all pursuing Sister Jing, his biggest rival had been taken out.

His chances were definitely the greatest!

He felt like now was the time to gather these guys for a party or something, a celebration for all.

This was surely the happiest news he had heard in his life.

Just as Qiao Jing was about to put her phone away and get to work, it vibrated once more.

This message was from Ni Yue.

“Xiao Jingjing, you’re finally going to be single again! I’ll take you to the bar to drink tomorrow; we can party all night this time!”

Suddenly, she remembered something.

“Ah, my silly head, I forgot you’re pregnant. It’s fine, we can go drink orange juice instead.”

Qiao Jing declined the invitation without hesitation. Her body couldn’t handle staying up late right now.

“Not going.”

Before Ni Yue could whine, she directly switched her phone to airplane mode.

When Zhan Nanqing arrived at the laboratory, she saw the scattered confetti on the floor and then glanced at Xu Moqian.

Tomorrow was the day her cousin and Qiao Jing were scheduled to process the divorce.

Her cousin definitely didn’t want a divorce, but Qiao Jing might not feel the same.

Zhan Nanqing hesitated for quite a while before walking up to Qiao Jing, with a solemn expression.

“Qiao Jing, can you not divorce my brother? He really likes you…

Although I know you don’t like my brother, you can give it a try with him; he’s a very responsible man.”

As she spoke, her gaze fell to Qiao Jing’s stomach.

Qiao Jing was about to answer when Xu Moqian interjected.

“What you’re saying—there are plenty of people who like Sister Jing. Should Sister Jing give them all a try? In that case, Sister Jing, you should try with me first, right?”

Zhan Nanqing was so angered by Xu Moqian’s words that she almost spat blood, yet she couldn’t find anything to refute him and glared fiercely at him.

Qiao Jing didn’t respond to Zhan Nanqing’s words; she had already made her choice when she found out about the marriage arrangement.

She glanced indifferently at Xu Moqian, signaling him to cool it.

Only then did Xu Moqian withdraw his gaze from Zhan Nanqing and went off to sweep the floor with a broom.

After sweeping, he couldn’t help but sit on the sofa, chattering away.

“Sister Jing, I’ll take you out for a meal to celebrate later. I’m going to bring out the champagne I’ve treasured for many years.

It’s my precious treasure, but for Sister Jing, I’m willing to part with it.”

Hearing Xu Moqian’s words, Zhan Nanqing was so irritated she wanted to sew his mouth shut.

She sneakily glanced at Qiao Jing, who was still working with that same indifferent expression, and her heart eased.

It seemed she hadn’t taken Xu Moqian’s words to heart, maybe Zhan Nanqing would try persuading her again later…

After finishing that piece of work, Qiao Jing sat on the sofa to rest for a while.

Zhan Nanqing bit her lip, still wanting to fight for another chance for her brother.

“Qiao Jing, are you really not willing to give my brother a try? I’m sure he’ll only like you in his lifetime.”

Xu Moqian whistled and laughed out loud.

“Well, I’ll only like Sister Jing in my lifetime too, but it’s not like Sister Jing is willing to be with me. Sister Jing can’t duplicate herself to be with everyone who likes her.”

Zhan Nanqing clenched her fists, struggling to restrain the urge to hit someone.

“Why are you always around?!”

Xu Moqian was about to retort when Qiao Jing interrupted them.

She lifted her eyes to look at Zhan Nanqing, her cool gaze filled with determination.

“I’ve already made my decision.”

Zhan Nanqing sighed, said ‘okay,’ and went off to sit by herself.

After work, as usual, Qiao Jing brought home food she had bought.

Today, she had intentionally come home early, wanting to have the meal ready before Zhan Qipei returned.

But when she arrived, there was already a pair of men’s leather shoes at the entrance.

Qiao Jing, carrying fresh groceries, walked to the kitchen to find Zhan Qipei serving the soup he had prepared.

She frowned slightly but said nothing, storing the groceries in the fridge.

That night, with an unspoken agreement, neither of them spoke a word during the meal.

Throughout the evening, Qiao Jing could feel the man’s gaze lingering on her frequently.

While tidying up the dishes, she finally spoke.

“Is your fever gone?”

Zhan Qipei’s movements paused, and his lips formed a tight, straight line.

“No.”

Qiao Jing didn’t say much, just left a reminder.

“Then remember to take your medicine.”

She returned to the living room, picked up some documents, and went back to her room, closing the door behind her.

With every second that passed, it tormented Zhan Qipei more. He looked up at Qiao Jing’s firmly shut bedroom door.

He got up and approached Qiao Jing’s door, hesitantly placing his hand on the doorknob, wanting to open it, but in the end, he let go.

Since Qiao Jing hadn’t brought up divorce, it meant she hadn’t changed her mind.

At that moment, Zhan Qipei received a message.