Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 483 - 472 Zhan Qipei Turns into a Clingy Person
Chapter 483: Chapter 472: Zhan Qipei Turns into a Clingy Person
Chapter 483: Chapter 472: Zhan Qipei Turns into a Clingy Person
Just as Qiao Jing was about to hit the other person with a back elbow strike, the dark figure wrapped around her waist.
Upon feeling the familiar scent of the other person, the tension in her body instantly relaxed, and she rolled her eyes in silence.
“Zhan Qipei, what are you playing at?”
The man behind her didn’t answer, so Qiao Jing simply turned on the living room light.
“What do you want to do?”
She had thought there was a thief in the house just now, and she had put her full force into that strike.
If it hadn’t been for Zhan Qipei, that clingy man, stopping her before she could hit, she might have really hurt someone.
Then, Qiao Jing saw Zhan Qipei take out a prop sword from somewhere and stuff it into her hands.
“Teach me.”
Qiao Jing was stunned for a moment, a hint of confusion rising in her eyes.
“You want me to teach you Sword Dance?”
She didn’t know Zhan Qipei was interested in this?
Could it be a whim?
But even if it was a whim, why would he suddenly decide to learn Sword Dance?
Suddenly, the scene from this morning when she was instructing the male lead in Sword Dance flashed through her mind.
Qiao Jing immediately understood; Zhan Qipei had seen something to act this way.
Zhan Qipei nodded, leaned in close to Qiao Jing, and deliberately blew his hot breath on the woman’s neck, his deep and magnetic voice resounding by her ear.
“Yes, I want you to personally teach me Sword Dance, just like how you taught someone else this morning.”
He had to deal with the matter of the male lead first, then ask about Gu Yunchen later.
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After all, important matters should be brought up last.
Qiao Jing shivered slightly and pushed Zhan Qipei’s hand away.
She hadn’t expected that Zhan Qipei would bring up what he saw happening on the set himself.
Qiao Jing’s brows, light as smoke, lifted, her phoenix eyes gleaming with hidden light, and her red lips parted slightly.
“Fine.”
Zhan Qipei was stunned for a moment, and the hand around the woman’s waist slightly eased its grip.
She agreed just like that…?
He hadn’t even used his clingy plaster tactic, so why had she agreed so readily?
It didn’t seem like Qiao Jing.
Because even when he had been drunk before, Qiao Jing hadn’t agreed that easily.
While Zhan Qipei was still in a daze, Qiao Jing walked out of his embrace.
Zhan Qipei felt a sudden emptiness in his arms and looked at Qiao Jing with a puzzled expression.
“Why are you leaving? Didn’t you agree to personally teach me?”
Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei with a smile that was not quite a smile and curved her lips up.
“Didn’t you say you wanted me to teach you the same way I taught him? I didn’t have any physical contact with him, so naturally, I won’t have any with you.”
She knew what Zhan Qipei was thinking. He simply wanted to use this as an opportunity to be close to her.
But given this man’s character, he was probably jealous now and likely to do something surprising while she taught him, so she wasn’t planning on teaching him directly.
Zhan Qipei’s expression froze for a moment, his long brows gathered like smoke.
“No, you have to personally teach me, or I won’t learn.”
He had intended to use this as an opportunity to press Qiao Jing onto the sofa, and now she said she wouldn’t teach him directly?
He knew it; Qiao Jing wouldn’t be so easygoing about this.
Qiao Jing placed the prop sword aside and rolled her eyes somewhat speechlessly.
“Okay, stop messing around. Do you think we’re filming a martial arts drama?”
This man actually got a prop sword, identical to the one she used this morning.
How childish could he get?
But she was a bit tired today and needed to wash up and go to bed, so she didn’t have time to play this kind of game with Zhan Qipei.
Zhan Qipei glanced at the prop sword, his thin lips compressed into a line devoid of any curve, like a frosty thread.
“You taught him this morning.”
Qiao Jing inexplicably detected a touch of grievance in Zhan Qipei’s words, halted her steps towards her room, and turned to look at the man.
“I did teach him, but I just used his sword, that’s all.”
She knew this man’s character; he got jealous even if she got a little close to another person of the opposite sex, no…
Not just the opposite sex, he got jealous with women too, like when she was with Ni Yue.
She was quite curious where Zhan Qipei found so much jealousy to spare.
Zhan Qipei thought about it carefully and felt that what Qiao Jing said made sense. It was just holding the same sword after all, so he reluctantly decided not to fuss over it, and his furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
“Is Gu Yunchen your friend?”
Actually, his focus this time was on Gu Yunchen—who the man really was, and why he had suddenly appeared around Qiao Jing.
Since he had known Qiao Jing, he had never heard this name nor seen this person; Gu Yunchen seemed to have popped out of nowhere today.
Qiao Jing nodded.
“Mmm.”
Right after answering, she realized something wasn’t right.
How did Zhan Qipei know about Third Brother?
Not to mention that Third Brother usually didn’t like to show his face, only appearing during award ceremonies, based on Zhan Qipei’s lack of interest in the entertainment industry, he shouldn’t know Third Brother.
Qiao Jing directly voiced the doubts in her mind.
“How do you know about Third Brother?”
Upon hearing Qiao Jing’s nickname for Gu Yunchen, Zhan Qipei was taken aback.
“Why is he called Third Brother?”
Qiao Jing helplessly pressed her hand to her forehead.
“Because he’s ranked third, so he’s Third Brother, just like I call Xu Moqian Fourth Brother.”
Wasn’t that obvious? She now suspected that Zhan Qipei’s intelligence had suddenly glitched.
Without another word, Zhan Qipei took Qiao Jing by the hand and sat down with her on the couch in the living room.
“Is there a Second Brother then?”
So far, he only knew about the existence of Fourth Brother, Xu Moqian. He had never asked Qiao Jing why she called Xu Moqian Fourth Brother; it turns out it was based on ranking.
Could all these people be little brothers recognized by his wife?
He was very curious about how many more things were there about Qiao Jing that he didn’t know.
Qiao Jing didn’t intend to hide it from Zhan Qipei and nodded.
“Yes, otherwise, where would Third Brother come from? Zhan Qipei, you today…”
She said this and lifted her hand to touch the man’s forehead to test his temperature.
“You don’t have a fever. I thought you suddenly became silly.”
Zhan Qipei grabbed Qiao Jing’s hand and rubbed it against the palm of her hand.
“I haven’t asked about these things before, so I didn’t know. Can you tell me who Second Brother is?”
Qiao Jing only felt a tingling sensation in her palm because Zhan Qipei was rubbing his hair against it.
She tried to withdraw her hand, but Zhan Qipei continued to hold onto it and wouldn’t let go.
“Let go, and I’ll tell you.”
Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes deepened, and he decisively released Qiao Jing’s hand, instead reaching out to hug her waist and buried his head in her shoulder.
“Tell me.”
Qiao Jing’s mouth twitched helplessly, and after trying to push Zhan Qipei away a few times without success, she simply gave up.
“Were you born a clingy plaster?”
