Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 91: Chapter 85 Is it her birthday today?

Qiao Jing lowered her head to look at her wrist, then raised it to look at the man, her clear, beautiful eyes shining with a questioning light.

Under Qiao Jing’s gaze, Zhan Qipei belatedly realized what he was doing.

He withdrew his hand immediately, his eyebrows darkening with a serious expression, “It’s up to you, whether you live or die, it has nothing to do with me.”

They say women are fathomless like the sea, but Qiao Jing found Zhan Qipei’s heart to be equally hard to figure out, fickle and as unpredictable as the weather. One moment all was well, the next, faces were turned faster than the pages of a book.

“You should go back,” Qiao Jing said before turning and walking into the villa.

No sooner had Qiao Jing entered than Tang Yan promptly arrived with a group of men.

“Boss, I’ve brought over a dozen men, should we rush in now?” Tang Yan asked.

“She doesn’t need my help, let’s go back.”

What?

Go back?

Tang Yan was taken aback, glanced at the Qiao family villa, and then at Zhan Qipei, who had gotten into the car.

He had just arrived, hadn’t done anything yet, and they were leaving just like that?

Once Tang Yan got back into the car, he hurriedly asked, “Boss, are we really not going to take care of Miss Qiao?”

“She has declined my goodwill, there is no need for me to stay and help her,” Zhan Qipei said emotionlessly.

“But I’ve found out that the Chairman of Huayang Foodstuff, Hou Bo, has arrived,” Tang Yan said, noticing Zhan Qipei’s frown at this revelation.

It seemed the boss still cared about Miss Qiao.

Honestly, he thought Miss Qiao was actually quite nice, after all, she was Xiangxiang’s good friend. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and being smart, kind, and adorable like Lin Xiuxiang, her friends couldn’t be bad, could they?

It was a pity that the boss was already prejudiced, having someone else he liked. In his opinion, the boss hadn’t even clearly seen the girl’s face, nor did he know her character, so at most, she was just a pleasant fantasy in the boss’s mind—too ephemeral and unrealistic.

Qiao Jing was different, she was a real, living, breathing person, with blood, flesh, and feelings, and also had education and independence—a pretty good girl, really.

Of course, the most important point was still that one.

She was Lin Xiuxiang’s good friend.

So she couldn’t be bad.

Zhan Qipei’s gaze had already shifted, looking out the car window at the Qiao family villa.

Seeing how Zhan Qipei looked, Tang Yan was in no hurry to drive.

“Boss, how about I let two people sneak in and secretly stream video, to watch the situation inside? This way we can also ensure Miss Qiao’s safety,” he suggested.

“No need,” Zhan Qipei uttered indifferently.

Three minutes later, a laptop was placed in front of Zhan Qipei, broadcasting live footage from inside the Qiao family home.

“Don’t move the camera around, keep it on Qiao Jing,” he ordered.

“Yes,” came the reply.

Tang Yan secretly clicked his tongue in his mind.

We’ll just watch, and stay quiet.

In the video, Qiao Licheng and Qiao Mengtong walked toward Qiao Jing.

“You finally came,” Qiao Licheng looked at Qiao Jing and said.

“Where is the stuff?” Qiao Jing asked indifferently.

“Don’t rush, don’t rush. Today is your sister’s birthday. Let’s wait for your sister to cut the cake first, then I’ll introduce you to the chairman of Huayang Foodstuff, Boss Hou.” As soon as Qiao Licheng finished speaking, the voice of a young man followed.

“Why is only Sister cutting the cake? Even though I was born two years later, I know that Sister and Qiao Jing share the same birthday. You’re being unfairly biased as a father, aren’t you? It’s bad enough that you don’t celebrate Qiao Jing’s birthday, but you also make Qiao Jing watch the person born on the same day as him have a birthday cake cut in front of him.”

The one who spoke was none other than Qiao Mengtong’s own younger brother by the same parents, Qiao Zihao.

Qiao Zihao was infamous in the circles as a profligate rich young man, not because he was innately bad, but as an ordinary person, he was always overshadowed by the talented Qiao Mengtong.

Especially being born into a family with such snobbish parents, he lived in Qiao Mengtong’s shadow every day, getting scolded by his parents non-stop, berating him for being useless and telling him to learn from his sister.

At first, he tried hard and desperately hoped he could catch up to Qiao Mengtong, but ultimately, he was way behind Qiao Mengtong in both academic performance and in other talents, and no matter how hard he tried, all he got from his parents were cold looks and disappointment.

In the end, to hell with trying.

Since the outcome was always the same in the end, he might as well completely let loose and become a rebellious and ignorant youth.

“Get lost, it’s none of your business causing a ruckus here!” As soon as Qiao Licheng saw Qiao Zihao, he got so angry he could hardly contain himself.

How on earth had he managed to father such a son? What karma was this from a past life? Always at odds with him?

Everything was fine until Qiao Zihao stirred things up; now, who knew what Qiao Jing would think?

To tell the truth, he had actually forgotten about Qiao Jing’s birthday. Now that he thought about it, wasn’t it true? Over twenty years ago, his ex-wife, Qiao Jing’s biological mother, and Zheng Haijuan, his mistress, were pregnant at the same time and even gave birth on the same day.

He still remembered back then, he had stayed with Zheng Haijuan throughout, cheering her on in the delivery room, while at home they kept calling him to come back, saying Qiao Jing’s mother was having a difficult labor, and he used being stuck in traffic as an excuse.

Gathering his thoughts, Qiao Licheng grinned sheepishly at Qiao Jing, “Xiao Jing, actually, I’ve always remembered your birthday. I was planning to give you a surprise, but this kid just let it out. Heh heh—heh heh— You and your sister cut the cake together! Cut it together.”

Qiao Mengtong looked at Qiao Jing with a cold, dark face, thinking that if it weren’t for waiting for you to take the fall for her, she wouldn’t want to cut the cake with you or share a birthday with you.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk—” Qiao Zihao smacked his lips. “What an actor, you clearly didn’t know today was Qiao Jing’s birthday.”

Qiao Licheng was so angry he really felt like taking off his shoe and smacking him with the sole.

“Today is her birthday? Why didn’t she say anything?” Zhan Qipei muttered to himself.

“I wouldn’t know that,” Tang Yan scratched the back of his head.

Zhan Qipei looked up at Tang Yan, “I wasn’t asking you.”

Tang Yan looked around the car and realized it was just the two of them; he had spoken, and it didn’t seem right not to say something.

Of course, that was something Tang Yan only dared to think to himself and wouldn’t really say out loud.

Qiao Jing glanced at the cake on the table and then looked away, “I’m not here to cut a cake; I’m here to take back my things.”

“Cut the cake first, and later—” Before Qiao Licheng could finish his sentence, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Qiao Jing.

“Where are my things?”

With so many people around, Qiao Jing didn’t give Qiao Licheng any face in front of everyone, which made Qiao Licheng’s forced smile freeze on his face.

Qiao Licheng took a deep breath, forcing another strained smile, “Look, there’s Boss Hou, still looking quite young, right? I’ll take you over to him.”

As Qiao Licheng moved to pull Qiao Jing, he hadn’t even touched her when Qiao Jing raised her hand and flicked his away.

With a “snap,” the sound was exceptionally crisp and loud.