Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 594 - 583: Feeling sorry for Qiao Jing, giving Qiao Jing a massage

Chapter 594: Chapter 583: Feeling sorry for Qiao Jing, giving Qiao Jing a massage

"Wait!"

Zhan Qipei strode forward with his long legs and quickly approached Qiao Jing. When he saw the woman tenderly taking care of Zhan Nanqing, his eyebrows furrowed like mountains in the mist.

"What’s going on here? Don’t do it yourself, ask someone else to help her."

He had just come from the company, thinking of picking up Qiao Jing to take her home, when he saw Qiao Jing letting his sister place her foot on her legs, ready for a massage and acupuncture.

Although he didn’t disdain his own sister, he hated to see Qiao Jing get so tired.

Because before he arrived, he had already contacted the staff at Wonderful Hall to check if Qiao Jing was there, only to learn that the woman had seen many patients today and was still busy.

This made him extremely anxious!

Qiao Jing looked up at Zhan Qipei, a trace of confusion appeared in her eyes.

"Why are you here?"

She didn’t remember telling Zhan Qipei that she would be coming in to see patients this afternoon, so how did he find out?

Zhan Qipei’s dark eyes deepened, and after a brief glance at Zhan Nanqing’s swollen ankle, he withdrew his gaze, landing it on Qiao Jing’s face.

"I’m here to take you home."

Today, when he got off work, he came across a recipe for a soup specially made for pregnant women. Wanting to prepare it for Qiao Jing, he hurried over.

Qiao Jing’s brows slightly furrowed as she stared at Zhan Qipei for a while.

"Okay, wait for me to treat Nanqing’s foot."

Zhan Qipei’s brow was deeply furrowed, and he pursed his lips.

"Have someone else do it. You’ve already seen many patients today, and you were at the institute in the morning. Don’t overexert yourself."

Zhan Nanqing’s gaze shifted back and forth between them, then swiftly withdrew her foot.

"Qiao Jing, let’s forget it. After you massaged me, my foot doesn’t hurt so much anymore. I’ll just apply some medicine when I get home."

Although her brother made her feel somewhat disdained, she wasn’t in the mood to pick a fight with him at that moment.

After all, between being disdained by her brother and being pierced with those long silver needles, she’d rather choose the former. And the current Qiao Jing, gave her the immediate impression of Nanny Rong.

Qiao Jing hesitated for a moment, glancing at Zhan Nanqing’s foot and then at the silver needles in her hand.

In the end, she put away the silver needles.

"Fine, I’ll prescribe some medicine for you to apply at home."

She had indeed seen quite a few patients today and expended a lot of energy, but she could hold on a little longer.

But the look in Zhan Qipei’s eyes seemed to say that if she didn’t go to rest immediately, he’d forcibly take her away.

And as for this man’s method of taking her away by force, it was nothing more than carrying her off directly, and she really didn’t have the energy to resist him now, so she went along with his wishes.

Moments later, inside Nantai Apartment.

Zhan Qipei, carrying groceries, hurried into the kitchen.

"You sit and rest. I’ll have dinner ready shortly."

Qiao Jing nodded her head, and the moment she sat on the soft sofa, the fatigue of the whole day surged up.

She had initially planned to watch the news before having dinner, but as soon as she leaned on the sofa, her eyelids grew heavier, and finally, unable to hold on, she closed her eyes.

After Zhan Qipei had finished cooking, he came to the living room and found that the woman was already sound asleep on the sofa, even curling up slightly with her hand unconsciously placed in front of her belly, in a protective posture.

He tiptoed over to Qiao Jing’s side.

Even after he sat down on the sofa, Qiao Jing still showed no reaction.

Zhan Qipei frowned with concern and cautiously reached out to touch Qiao Jing’s face, shielding her from a large part of the glaring light with his hand.

He slowly leaned toward Qiao Jing, listening to her steady breathing, a glint of pity shone in his dark eyes.

Zhan Qipei watched Qiao Jing’s peaceful sleeping face, the close proximity allowed him to see every detail on her face clearly, the slightly furrowed delicate brows, and her lightly pursed red lips.

When his gaze fell upon Qiao Jing’s red lips, his eyes deepened, a trace of obscure emotion flashing through them, and he involuntarily drew closer to those lips, touching them gently.

Concerned about waking Qiao Jing, Zhan Qipei did not linger on the kiss for long. He sat up straight, muted his phone, and opened Baidu.

He stared intently at the video on the screen, completely unaware that Qiao Jing beside him was gradually waking up.

As Qiao Jing slowly opened her eyes, she noticed a pair of hands in front of her, blocking the light overhead.

She furrowed her brows lightly and propped herself up to the other side, only to see Zhan Qipei engrossed in his phone, seemingly captivated by it.

What could be so fascinating that it captivated Zhan Qipei? Could there be a major news event?

Qiao Jing leaned forward curiously to peek over the man’s shoulder, finally seeing the content on his phone screen.

When she saw the phrase "How to massage to relieve fatigue" on the screen, she couldn’t help feeling a warmth in her heart.

She was a doctor right here, yet why did Zhan Qipei go to Baidu to search for it?

Speaking of which, was Zhan Qipei learning this massage technique to help her massage?

Before Qiao Jing could figure it out, she saw Zhan Qipei start to imitate the techniques from the video, beginning to massage himself with one hand.

At this point, Qiao Jing couldn’t hold back anymore and laughed out loud with a "pfft".

"Zhan Qipei, what are you doing?"

Why did this dog man seem not too bright?

Upon hearing Qiao Jing’s voice, Zhan Qipei paused his movements, withdrew his hand that had been mimicking the massage, and a flash of embarrassment crossed his face.

"Nothing, you’re awake."

Qiao Jing nodded, her gaze falling on the phone screen he hadn’t managed to close yet.

"You’re learning how to massage?"

As soon as he heard that, Zhan Qipei quickly shut off the phone, looking directly at her.

"Yeah, I was thinking of massaging you."

He had wanted to help relieve some of Qiao Jing’s fatigue, hence he turned to the internet to learn, worrying that he might get the technique wrong, he had used himself as a "test subject" to try it out.

Otherwise, it would be bad if he accidentally massaged the wrong spot later on when helping Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing lifted her delicate brows lightly, looking like wisps of light smoke, and inquired,

"How well have you learned? Want me to teach you?"

She couldn’t help but laugh when she saw Zhan Qipei earnestly looking at the screen and massaging himself with somewhat clumsy techniques.

This reminded her of a baby learning to talk, echoing whatever others said.

Zhan Qipei shook his head, his gaze firmly on Qiao Jing.

"I’ve learned it."

A look of surprise crossed Qiao Jing’s face, she looked at Zhan Qipei with some disbelief.

"Are you sure? It’s just a few videos you’ve watched."

Zhan Qipei took Qiao Jing’s hand and brought her over to his side, making her head rest on his thigh, he bent down slightly and whispered in her ear, his thin lips parting and joining, saying something easily misinterpreted.

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