Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 124: Chapter 118 Lan Yinyin Qiao Jing Cooking PK

Lan Yinyin’s eyes widened with disbelief, and she also couldn’t believe her own ears.

Before she arrived, she had heard about Zhan Qipei’s ruthless and bloody iron fist, so in her heart, Zhan Qipei was a cold and merciless man.

In fact, after she met the real Zhan Qipei, it indeed confirmed what she had previously “heard.”

Very hard to approach.

But now—what was up with this Zhan Qipei, who was acting like a househusband serving dishes?

And the conversation in the kitchen just now, anyone unaware would definitely see Zhan Qipei as a typical husband afraid of his wife.

Zhan Qipei placed the dishes on the table, then without even glancing at Lan Yinyin, he went back to get more.

Lan Yinyin’s gaze landed on the dishes on the table, which were visually appealing and smelled great, looking no less inferior to those she made.

It seemed that Qiao Jing had some skills in cooking.

Soon, four dishes and one soup were all on the table, and Zhan Qipei arranged the bowls and chopsticks, not sparing Lan Yinyin a seat.

This made Lan Yinyin feel very awkward.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

However, there was nothing more awkward than even more awkwardness.

“Why haven’t you left yet?” Zhan Qipei said impatiently, sending Lan Yinyin a clear message to leave.

The dishes Qiao Jing had prepared today weren’t plentiful, and this person not leaving, did she intend to stay for a free meal?

There wasn’t enough to eat as it was.

Lan Yinyin opened her mouth, “I—I brought some dishes, can I eat with you?”

Lan Yinyin had just finished speaking when she saw Zhan Qipei glance at her dish with extreme disdain.

Lan Yinyin “…”

“The dishes I make are quite good too; I specifically learned how to cook before.”

Qiao Jing looked questioningly at Lan Yinyin, or more precisely, at the dishes Lan Yinyin made. She wondered if Lan Yinyin had come all this way to deliver dishes to Zhan Qipei because she had put drugs in the food?

If that was the case, then she really needed to taste them well; if it was true, then she could prove to Zhan Qipei that Lan Yinyin had malicious intentions.

“Whatever, it’s just one more pair of chopsticks,” Qiao Jing said as she sat down. “The chopsticks are in the kitchen; you can get them yourself.”

“Okay, thank you.” After politely thanking Qiao Jing, Lan Yinyin stood up and walked toward the kitchen.

Before she entered, she heard Zhan Qipei asking Qiao Jing a question.

“Why did you let her stay for dinner?”

Hearing this, Lan Yinyin twitched the corner of her mouth speechlessly, feeling as strange as one could feel.

“I already said it’s just one more pair of chopsticks. Besides, she didn’t come empty-handed,” Qiao Jing said, then suddenly remembered something and added, “I also sold her a ticket yesterday—it was quite expensive—so it wasn’t easy to refuse.”

If Lan Yinyin was speechless before, now she felt like coughing up blood.

Lan Yinyin had an odd delusion that these two were conspiring to mess with her.

Of course, she just thought so; how could they possibly collaborate to mess with her?

Lan Yinyin fetched the chopsticks and had just sat down when she saw Qiao Jing reaching out with her chopsticks towards the dish Lan Yinyin had made.

In Lan Yinyin’s eyes, Qiao Jing’s action was likely intended to see whose cooking was slightly better.

Thinking this, Lan Yinyin also began to reach for the dish that Qiao Jing had made.

Then, both women paused their movements almost simultaneously.

Qiao Jing: No poison, it figures, even if Lan Yinyin wanted to poison, she wouldn’t make it so obvious.

Lan Yinyin: Shocked! So delicious! Is this even possible for a human to make?

Lan Yinyin, overwhelmed by the deliciousness and not knowing how to express it, saw Zhan Qipei continuously grabbing more of Qiao Jing’s dishes, eating nonstop as if he had not eaten for days.

Seeing this, two words surged in Lan Yinyin’s mind.

—Utter defeat.

“It looks like Zhan Qipei’s appetite has already been conquered by Qiao Jing. I need to hurry. I don’t have much time left,” Lan Yinyin thought as she took out the drugs she had prepared before.

This medicine was given to her by Fifth Master, who said it wasn’t ordinary, available-on-the-market stuff. A person affected by this drug must have physical contact with the opposite sex, otherwise, they couldn’t recover.

We need to find the right opportunity to take Zhan Qipei down in one fell swoop!

Lan Yinyin squinted her eyes, her face showing a resolute expression.

The next day.

Qiao Jing went to the Angel Welfare Institute to visit Lin Xiuxiang.

“How do you feel now?” Qiao Jing placed the fruits she bought on the bedside table.

“I’m almost better, just a bit weak.” Lin Xiuxiang’s face was still slightly pale.

“Illness comes like a landslide and goes like threading silk. You still need to rest well for a couple of days and keep up with your nutrition,” Qiao Jing had just finished speaking when a knock on the door was heard.

“I’ll get the door.” As soon as Qiao Jing opened the door, she saw Tang Yan’s nearly two-meter-tall figure blocking the doorway, carrying a thermal flask.

“You’re here?” Qiao Jing looked at Tang Yan with a smile in her eyes.

Embarrassed, Tang Yan scratched the back of his neck, “Miss Qiao, you’re here too.”

Qiao Jing nodded and stepped aside, then Tang Yan entered.

The atmosphere in the room immediately turned awkward.

Qiao Jing looked at Tang Yan, who was slow on the uptake, and then at Lin Xiuxiang, whose face was red as a boiled shrimp, and thought to herself that these two were probably close to a happy conclusion.

“What is that you’re carrying?” Qiao Jing casually found a topic to ask.

Tang Yan placed the thermal flask on the bedside table, “I made some pigeon soup myself. Miss Lin is sick, eating something nourishing is good for the body.”

Raising her eyebrows slightly, Qiao Jing teased on purpose, “You’ve even brought soup over, and still calling her Miss Lin? Assistant Tang, you’re not stepping up. Just call her Xiangxiang in the future.”

“Qiao Jing… you…” Lin Xiuxiang, teased by Qiao Jing, almost wished she could crawl into a mouse hole.

“Alright, you guys chat slowly.” Saying this, Qiao Jing was about to leave.

“Where are you going?” Lin Xiuxiang called out to Qiao Jing.

“I’m going out to dissipate some ‘dog food’ fumes,” Qiao Jing said and very kindly closed the door behind her, leaving the two alone.

With the room left to just Lin Xiuxiang and Tang Yan, Lin Xiuxiang’s face turned even redder.

Tang Yan thought over what Qiao Jing said, and felt she was right; he had been moving too slowly, like a frog in warm water.

“Miss Lin, if you don’t mind, I’ll call you Xiangxiang.”

Xiangxiang, such a lovely name, the more he said it, the more he liked it.

Lin Xiuxiang kept her head down, her heart thumping wildly.

She felt utterly embarrassed.

“It’s just a name, I don’t mind.”

Upon hearing that, Tang Yan was so excited he almost let out a Tarzan-like yell.

“Xiangxiang, I… I made pigeon soup. Do you, do you want to taste and see if it’s good?” Tang Yan stammered, his excitement making him almost incoherent.

“You went to a lot of trouble.” Lin Xiuxiang clutched the quilt with both hands, too shy to even look up.

“Not at all, not at all, I enjoyed doing it,” Tang Yan said, and Lin Xiuxiang grew even more bashful.

The room was filled with the scent of ‘dog food,’ nearly seeping out from under the door.

After eavesdropping for a minute, Qiao Jing was glad she had left earlier.

Bored and alone, Qiao Jing leisurely walked around the welfare institute while reminiscing about her childhood days there.

There were pleasant memories, and some frustrating ones as well.

She vaguely remembered that when she first arrived at the institute, there were some older girls who cliqued together and bullied her.

These girls were all eventually set straight by her, and after that, they complained to the teachers and the director, who, after understanding the situation, severely scolded those girls.

She remembered this so vividly because those girls were later all adopted. They even came back to boast to her, saying what was the use of being pretty when no one wanted her.

Lost in thought, Qiao Jing was interrupted by a woman’s voice behind her.

“Are you—Qiao Jing?”