Pregnant After Healing the Alpha Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Chapter 329: Su Manhan Treats Qiao Jing Like Her Own Mother

Qiao Jing's eyelids twitched, and she furrowed her eyebrows, her gaze sweeping over her own abdomen.

“No need, I'm much better now.”

Zhan Qipei knew what Qiao Jing was worried about.

“Alright then, take your own pulse.”

Hearing this, Qiao Jing sighed in relief and did not refuse.

Zhan Qipei's expression tensed as he scrutinized Qiao Jing, taking her in repeatedly.

“How is your body? Is there any discomfort? Do you feel dizzy? Does the wound still hurt?”

The man shot out a string of questions, which made Qiao Jing somewhat helpless.

“It's fine, much better.”

The wound had been stitched up, and it could now slowly heal; having rested for a night, her body, which had originally felt a bit off, had also recovered a lot.

Zhan Qipei stared at Qiao Jing's wound with intense concern and finally spoke.

“The wound was stitched up yesterday; the doctor said it won't leave a scar, remember, you must tell me if there's any discomfort.”

Qiao Jing agreed, planning to get out of bed to wash up, but Zhan Qipei directly brought the toiletries to her bedside.

He held a basin in front of Qiao Jing and handed her the toothbrush and mouthwash cup.

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“You can spit the mouthwash water in here.”

Qiao Jing rubbed her forehead helplessly.

“You don't need to exaggerate, I'm not disabled, I can still wash up on my own.”

Zhan Qipei gathered his eyebrows, which were like smoke, and stood by with the basin.

“No, the wound can't get wet.”

Qiao Jing was bemused by his remark, pointing at the wound on her arm.

“My injury isn't on my hands.”

Could she possibly splash water on her arm while washing her face?

Zhan Qipei didn't respond, his dark eyes filled with stubbornness.

After the previous experience with soup, Qiao Jing didn't try to grab the man's basin but instead got out of bed and walked into the bathroom to wash up.

The door of the room opened after she had finished washing up, and the doctor came in with a nurse to check her wound.

“There's no issue now; the wound is healing.”

Zhan Qipei, worried about any oversight, kept asking.

“Are you sure?”

The doctor nodded his head, but Zhan Qipei relentlessly continued questioning.

Finally, the doctor, now intimidated by Zhan Qipei, swore on his own name.

“President Zhan, I swear that Miss Qiao's body is fine; she just needs good rest to recover fully.”

Only then did Zhan Qipei allow the doctor to leave.

Qiao Jing watched this scene, her lips curled into an involuntary, wry smile.

No sooner had the doctor left than someone else arrived.

“I'm sorry for being late; the chicken soup needed to be simmered longer to enhance the flavor.”

Qiao Jing was momentarily stunned, her expression as if she had discovered a new continent as she looked at Su Manhan.

Why had Su Manhan's attitude taken such a sharp turn?

Speaking so politely to her and even bringing her chicken soup?

Before Qiao Jing could understand the matter, Su Manhan straightened up.

Her tone turned very serious, her face apologetic as she began to speak.

“About yesterday, thank you, and also, I owe you an apology for my past attitude towards you; I'm very sorry.”

Only then did Qiao Jing realize that it was because of her saving Su Manhan yesterday that Su's attitude had changed so significantly.

She looked up at Su Manhan, then shook her head.

“It's okay, don't worry about it.”

Listening to Qiao Jing's response, Su Manhan felt even more ashamed; her narrow-mindedness had not matched Qiao Jing's generosity, and she had unjustly judged Qiao Jing before.

She considerately scooped out a bowl of chicken soup from the thermos for Qiao Jing.

“Drink some soup to fill your stomach; this is a free-range chicken raised by our family's helper, very nutritious, perfect for your recovery.”

Qiao Jing was somewhat unaccustomed to Su Manhan's enthusiasm and did not know how to respond to her.

Su Manhan looked at Qiao Jing, who was dazed and not drinking her soup, and spoke in a very gentle tone.

“Hurry up and drink it while it's hot. It won't taste good once it cools down.”

This made Qiao Jing even more uncomfortable, feeling uneasy all over.

She was used to Su Manhan previously having a bad temper with her, and she couldn't adapt to the current Su Manhan.

Su Manhan noticed the soup was still steaming hot as Qiao Jing was about to drink it.

“Wait, the soup is too hot. Let me blow on it for you.”

After blowing on it, she handed the spoon to Qiao Jing's mouth.

“Let me feed you, your hand is inconvenient.”

Just then, Su Manhan felt a resentful gaze fixated on her and turned around to find it was her son.

Zhan Qipei pursed his thin lips and endured for a long while before speaking.

“Mom, that's my spot.”

Su Manhan put down the bowl and grumbled discontentedly.

“What's wrong with your spot? Is there a problem with me feeding Qiao Jing? Also, hurry up and go home to wash up. Look at yourself right now.”

At that moment, Zhan Nanqing came over with an apple, ready to peel it, when Su Manhan took it from her hands.

She was stunned when she saw her mom personally peeling an apple, and rubbed her eyes.

Huh? Was she seeing things? Was her mom peeling an apple?

Her mom only ate apples that were peeled by others at home, and always had others serving her. It was shocking that she made soup this morning, and now she was even peeling an apple herself?

“Mom, what's gotten into you? The sun didn't rise from the west today!”

Su Manhan glared at Zhan Nanqing and continued peeling the apple.

After peeling the apple, Su Manhan got a plate and cut the apple into small pieces, handing them to Qiao Jing.

“I also brought porridge. I'll serve you the porridge after you finish the soup, and then you can have some apple after breakfast.”

Qiao Jing pursed her lips. All this?

Was she being fed like a pig?

Despite thinking this, she ended up drinking the soup under Su Manhan's expectant gaze.

Su Manhan stood up to serve porridge for Qiao Jing, noticing Zhan Qipei was still in the room, and started to shoo him away.

“Why haven't you left yet? Go wash up and then head to work. I'm here with Qiao Jing, and those rascals still haven't been caught; I can't swallow this anger.”

Hearing the word “rascals”, Zhan Qipei slightly narrowed his eyes and 'Hmm'ed in response.

Zhan Qipei left the house and drove towards a certain food stall.

During the journey, Tang Yan called him.

“Boss, our men have surrounded the food stall, they haven't noticed yet.”

The temperature around Zhan Qipei suddenly dropped several degrees, his grip on the steering wheel tightened, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

“Keep a close eye on them, don't let them escape.”

Tang Yan acknowledged with a yes, hung up the phone, and then looked with a cold face towards the opposite food stall.

Those who dared to harm his boss lady, just wait!

“Dammit!” Blondie cursed.

“Really damn unlucky! That damn woman, I really want to kill her!”

Hearing this, the other underlings, unable to contain their anger, chimed in: “Exactly! Look at my face, it's all distorted.”

“Could it be worse than Monkey's fate?”

Monkey, already as thin as a stick, was almost done for with a single hit from Qiao Jing yesterday.”

Monkey, his arm wrapped in a bandage and his nose flattened, spoke through gritted teeth.

“Boss, that woman made us lose face by beating us up like this.”

Blondie, enraged, slammed his fist on the table, which aggravated his wound, making him cry out in pain.

He took a moment to recover before he spoke.

“Damn bitch! To have dared to beat us up like this, if I see that bitch again, I'll kill her–”

A deep voice resonated from behind Blondie.

“Kill who?”

Chapter end

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