Pregnant After Healing the Alpha - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Chapter 31 Confessing to Qiao Jing Face to Face

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Lou Xinrou was utterly shocked and couldn’t believe that the enchanting and captivating girl was Qiao Jing.

Zhan Nanqing’s expression was similar to Lou Xinrou’s, staring at Qiao Jing with her mouth agape. Although she hated to admit it, Qiao Jing’s beauty completely overshadowed Lou Xinrou.

So now, she desperately wanted to take back what she had just said, for Qiao Jing was the most beautiful person she had ever seen.

“Hmph! What’s the use of being attractive? A country bumpkin, inexperienced and crude. Just wait until we get to the banquet hall, she’ll definitely make a fool of herself, an utter embarrassment.”

Hearing Zhan Nanqing say this, Lou Xinrou managed to regain some confidence and also hoped that Qiao Jing would mess up once inside.

She thought about it, if Qiao Jing conforms without making a fool of herself, then she would find a way to make her do so.

“Brother,” Zhan Nanqing pulled Lou Xinrou over to Zhan Qipei.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was bored, so I brought Xinrou along.”

Zhan Qipei glanced at Lou Xinrou, giving her a polite look before averting his gaze.

Qiao Jing caught that look, touched her chin and, after some thought, concluded by saying to Zhan Qipei, “So you like this type.”

To Qiao Jing, Zhan Qipei’s earlier action suggested that he liked the style of evening gown Lou Xinrou was wearing.

Hearing Qiao Jing say this, Zhan Qipei impulsively replied, “You’re overthinking it, she’s just a childhood playmate, not whatever you’re thinking.”

Damn, why was he explaining this to her? Who he likes wasn’t any of her business!

Qiao Jing playfully arched her finely shaped brows, “The one overthinking is you, I was talking about her evening gown.”

Huh? Zhan Qipei frowned.

Lou Xinrou looked at Zhan Qipei, then at Qiao Jing, and suddenly felt like crying.

Soon after entering the hotel, Lou Xinrou felt even more like crying.

She had thought she would be the star of the evening, and indeed, the evening turned out to be quite sensational.

Only, not because of her.

Almost everyone’s attention fell on Qiao Jing, no matter their age or gender.

While she, Lou Xinrou, was like a backdrop, completely ignored.

“Xinrou, stay strong,” Zhan Nanqing encouraged Lou Xinrou.

“Okay,” Lou Xinrou nodded miserably.

Zhan Qipei, being closest to Qiao Jing, could feel the stares on her, some were admiring, while others carried a hint of lust.

This woman, he had told her not to wear that evening gown here, but she wouldn’t listen!

Who was she trying to infuriate?!

Zhan Qipei gritted his teeth, took off his jacket, and draped it over Qiao Jing.

“I’m not cold,” Qiao Jing said, trying to take off the jacket.

Zhan Qipei pressed down, stopping her actions.

“Cold or not, you are not taking it off!”

“Such a fuss,” Qiao Jing rolled her eyes at Zhan Qipei, and swiftly took off the jacket, stuffing it back into his hands.

Zhan Qipei instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Just then, a little boy about six or seven years old ran towards them holding a flower.

“It’s my cousin!” Lou Xinrou squat down, reaching out her hand, “Hao Hao, come—”

Before she could finish speaking, the little boy ran past her to Qiao Jing’s side.

“Sister, sister, you are so beautiful, this flower is for you,” the little boy said bashfully, gazing at Qiao Jing.

“Thank you,” Qiao Jing took the flower, and gently patted the boy on the head.

The boy’s face turned even redder, “S-sister, have you ever heard the saying that boys’ heads should not be touched?”

“Hmm?” Qiao Jing paused.

The boy clenched his little fist nervously, took a deep breath, and mustering up courage said loudly to Qiao Jing, “Sister, you touched my head, now you have to take responsibility. When I grow up, you have to marry me!”

Lou Xinrou was stunned, unable to believe that the enchantingly attractive girl was Qiao Jing.

Zhan Nanqing’s expression was similar to Lou Xinrou’s, staring at Qiao Jing with wide eyes. Much as she hated to admit it, Qiao Jing’s beauty completely overshadowed Lou Xinrou.

So now she really wanted to take back what she had said earlier; Qiao Jing was the most beautiful person she had ever seen.

“Humph! What good is looking attractive? A country girl, hasn’t seen much of the world, so vulgar. Just wait until she gets to the banquet hall, she will definitely make a fool of herself and embarrass herself.”

Hearing Zhan Nanqing say this, Lou Xinrou regained some of her confidence and was also secretly hoping that Qiao Jing would make a fool of herself inside.

She had thought it over; if Qiao Jing behaved properly and did not mess up, then she would find a way to make her do so.

“Brother,” Zhan Nanqing, pulling Lou Xinrou, came over to Zhan Qipei.

“Why are you here?”

“I was bored, so I brought Xinrou along.”

Zhan Qipei glanced at Lou Xinrou, merely giving a polite look before withdrawing his gaze.

Qiao Jing caught this look, stroked her chin thoughtfully, and concluded, looking at Zhan Qipei, “So you like this type.”

In Qiao Jing’s view, Zhan Qipei’s behavior indicated that he liked the style of evening dress that Lou Xinrou was wearing.

Hearing Qiao Jing say this, Zhan Qipei replied without thinking, “You’re overthinking it, she and I are just childhood playmates, not the relationship you are thinking of.”

Damn it, why was he explaining this to her? Who he liked was none of her business!

Qiao Jing playfully raised her finely shaped eyebrows, “The one overthinking it is you. I was talking about the evening dress she’s wearing.”

What? Zhan Qipei frowned.

Lou Xinrou looked at Zhan Qipei and then at Qiao Jing; suddenly, she felt like crying.

Soon, after entering the hotel, Lou Xinrou felt even more like crying.

Initially, she thought she would dazzle everyone at the event, and indeed, she did dazzle everyone.

Only it wasn’t her.

Almost all eyes, whether men, women, old, or young, were on Qiao Jing.

And she, Lou Xinrou, was like a mere background wall, completely ignored.

“Xinrou, stay strong,” Zhan Nanqing encouraged Lou Xinrou.

“Okay,” Lou Xinrou gave a bitter nod.

Zhan Qipei, being closest to Qiao Jing, felt most keenly each gaze that landed on her, admiring and some with lustful undertones.

This woman, he had told her not to wear this evening dress, but she wouldn’t listen!

Was she trying to kill someone with anger?!

Zhan Qipei gritted his teeth, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over Qiao Jing.

“I’m not hot.” Qiao Jing spoke and started to take off the suit.

Zhan Qipei grabbed her hand, stopping her action.

“Hot or not, you’re not taking it off!”

“Really making a fuss over nothing.” Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei speechlessly then proceeded to take off the suit jacket and stuffed it into his hands.

Zhan Qipei’s face darkened instantly.

Just then, a six or seven-year-old boy with a flower in his hand ran towards them.

“It’s my little cousin!” Lou Xinrou crouched down, reaching out her hand, “Haohao, come—”

Before she could finish, the little boy ran past her and came to Qiao Jing’s side.

“Sister, Sister, you’re so pretty, this flower is for you,” the little boy said shyly, his face flushed as he looked at Qiao Jing.

“Thank you.” Qiao Jing took the flower and lightly patted the little boy on the head.

The boy’s face turned even redder, “Sister, sister, have you ever heard that boys’ heads shouldn’t be touched?”

“Hmm?” Qiao Jing paused her motion.

The little boy nervously clenched his small hands, took a deep breath, mustered his courage and said loudly, “Sister, since you touched my head, you have to take responsibility for me, and when I grow up, you have to be my wife!”