Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 688 - 677: Wanted to Invite Qiao Jing for a Meal, but Got Humiliated

Chapter 688: Chapter 677: Wanted to Invite Qiao Jing for a Meal, but Got Humiliated

"Miss Qiao! What a coincidence to run into you here."

Upon hearing this voice, Qiao Jing furrowed her brows and glanced sideways at the newcomer.

She did not acknowledge the other party and had just planned to walk towards Zhouhuan Restaurant when Fu Ming stepped in her way.

Fu Ming saw that Qiao Jing had come by taxi and thought she might be facing financial difficulties, glancing once at his own limited edition sports car.

"Miss Qiao, I actually wanted to wait for you this morning and exchange contact information with you, but there were suddenly too many bodyguards on your floor and they wouldn’t let me go up. If you’re going somewhere for fun afterward, you can tell me. I’m also staying at the resort nearby, I can give you a ride."

As he spoke, he patted his limited edition sports car.

"My car is pretty comfortable, much better than a taxi."

He assumed the roses this morning had failed only because that man had interfered.

Now, he thought the conditions he offered shouldn’t be refused.

Qiao Jing glanced indifferently at Fu Ming and then looked away.

"No need."

She hadn’t used the car arranged by Zhan Qipei because the scoundrel had directly sent a stretched Maybach to pick her up, purportedly saying the extension was convenient and had prepared various things inside for her.

Thinking of having to ride in this stretched Maybach during her visit to Cloud City, she found it too ostentatious and preferred a plain taxi instead.

Having dropped these words, Qiao Jing walked off towards Zhouhuan Restaurant.

Fu Ming, surprised that Qiao Jing was not interested in his sports car, was momentarily stunned.

By the time he came to his senses, Qiao Jing had already walked quite a distance. He hurriedly followed her and saw that she was headed to Zhouhuan Restaurant when he took out a VIP card from his wallet.

"Miss Qiao, are you going to Zhouhuan Restaurant? I have a VIP card, which can get us an earlier number. If you wait in line yourself, it will take a long time. How about you join me?"

He couldn’t believe that she would disregard all the favorable conditions he had offered.

If she even looked down on a VIP slot at Zhouhuan Restaurant, the challenge would be even greater.

Qiao Jing glanced at Fu Ming wordlessly, as indifferent as before, and continued walking towards the restaurant entrance.

She absolutely did not need any VIP card; her acquaintance had already arranged a special card for her that allowed entry to her exclusive private room in both the main and branch locations.

Seeing Qiao Jing heading straight for the restaurant entrance, Fu Ming followed her yet again.

"Miss Qiao, you need to wait in line. If you go straight there, the waitstaff will turn you away. I have a VIP card that can get us to the front of the line—come with me."

It was his first time seeing someone without a VIP daring to walk directly to the entrance of Zhouhuan Restaurant.

And everyone knew that Zhouhuan Restaurant enforced a strict no-line-cutting rule; even Miss Qiao’s good looks wouldn’t help!

Qiao Jing was really getting annoyed by Fu Ming chattering next to her ear.

Her temples throbbed as she said coldly,

"No, thanks."

By the time their conversation finished, they had already reached the entrance of the restaurant.

The two immediately became the center of attention, with the waitstaff and customers at the front staring continuously.

Fu Ming took out his VIP card and placed it on the table.

"I’m a VIP, and I’m with the lady next to me."

He might as well help Miss Qiao out of this bind—it might even earn him some goodwill.

The smiling server was just about to take Fu Ming’s VIP card when he saw the one Qiao Jing pulled out.

Instantly, the server’s eyes lit up, pushed Fu Ming’s VIP card aside, and looked at Qiao Jing with utmost respect, bowing deeply at a ninety-degree angle.

"Miss Qiao, please come inside!"

As she spoke, she lit up the communicator and got in touch with the manager.

Yu Yangqi had already issued instructions regarding Qiao Jing.

The person who held this card could only be one person, Miss Qiao, someone even their boss had to respect.

"Manager Wang, Miss Qiao is here, she needs you to personally attend to her," she said.

Qiao Jing furrowed her brow as she noticed the waiter bowing so formally to her.

"There’s no need for that."

She was only here for a meal, such reverence wasn’t necessary.

The waiter quickly straightened up as Manager Wang also hurried over and gave a slight bow to Qiao Jing.

"Miss Qiao, please come this way! I’ll take you to the private room on the third floor!"

Qiao Jing nodded her head and followed the manager inside.

Fu Ming was instantly dumbfounded, and subconsciously wanted to follow Qiao Jing, but was stopped by the waiter.

"Sir, it’s not your turn yet."

Fu Ming then came to his senses, looked at Qiao Jing’s receding figure in bewilderment, then glanced at the VIP card lying on the table.

"What kind of card was she holding just now? Does she have higher privileges than a VIP member?"

It was his first time seeing Zhouhuan Restaurant’s Manager Wang rush out to greet someone like this.

Moreover, Manager Wang was personally escorting Qiao Jing upstairs, to a private room on the third floor?!

If Manager Wang hadn’t said so, he would have thought the third floor was exclusively for the boss’s use, since no one else besides the boss ever went up there.

But as far as he knew, Zhouhuan Restaurant’s boss was a man, so how could Miss Qiao use the third-floor private room?

The waiter returned to the counter and while helping Fu Ming with his VIP card and getting his number, he answered:

"Miss Qiao is a VIP guest of Zhouhuan Restaurant, and it’s not convenient to divulge more."

Fu Ming was even more puzzled now, he couldn’t see how Qiao Jing resembled a tycoon’s daughter, as he had never heard of the Qiao family in An City.

However, he did hear about a Qiao family in the capital, which was nearly bankrupt; how could they possibly afford a trip to An City for a spa?

So who exactly was Miss Qiao? She appeared to hold such a high status at Zhouhuan Restaurant?

Seeing Fu Ming still standing there dazed, the waiter waved the number in front of him.

"Mr. Fu, your number."

Fu Ming snapped back to reality and took the number the waiter handed to him.

So his earlier suggestion to use his own VIP card to help Miss Qiao cut in line in her eyes must have looked like a foolish act, right?

Meanwhile, Qiao Jing had already reached the third-floor private room and started enjoying her lunch.

By the time Fu Ming arrived, Qiao Jing had already finished her lunch and was heading downstairs.

Upon seeing this, Fu Ming didn’t even bother about his own meal and directly followed behind Qiao Jing.

"Miss Qiao, do you have some secret identity? Why can you directly go to the third-floor private room?" he asked.

Logically speaking, someone with such high status in Zhouhuan Restaurant shouldn’t need to ride in a taxi when going out, right?

Qiao Jing paused momentarily, turned her head to glance at Fu Ming, who was acting like a persistently annoying follower.

"What’s it to you?" she replied.

She felt that Fu Ming had reached the point of embarrassingly tagging along behind her.

This morning she had clearly explained her relationship with Zhan Qipei, yet Fu Ming still followed her stubbornly, could he really be trying to encroach on a married person?

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