Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 777: Chapter 765: Deliberately Showing Off Affection

Zhan Qipei gripped Qiao Jing’s hand slightly and pulled to reduce the gap between them. His warm breath fanned her face, his voice magnetic and enchanting.

"Of course I can eat by myself, but it won’t taste as good. If you feed me, it’ll definitely be much more delicious."

No matter how flowery Zhan Qipei’s words were, Qiao Jing remained unmoved.

She withdrew her hand from Zhan Qipei’s broad palm and pursed her red lips, "I can only agree to cook for you. Forget about feeding; it’s not happening."

"Why? It’s not an unreasonable request, is it?"

Zhan Qipei slightly furrowed his brows, which were thick like mountain mist, and said with a hint of sorrow, "Can’t you consider that I’m a patient right now and indulge me this little favor?"

"No!" Qiao Jing declared without hesitation.

Although it wasn’t very obvious, she could tell that this man was acting coy with her.

But acting cute was useless; she refused to feed him!

...

The next day, early in the morning.

After Qiao Jing got up, she personally cooked rib and millet porridge and a medicinal black chicken soup.

Once done, she packed the porridge and chicken soup into lunch boxes and then left for the hospital.

When Qiao Jing entered the ward, Zhan Qipei was reclining against the head of the bed.

Seeing her carrying the lunch boxes, Zhan Qipei faced her with anticipation, "It smells so good. What delicious food did you cook for me?"

Hearing this, Qiao Jing found it a bit laughable.

She arched her delicately drawn brows and joked, "The lids aren’t even opened, and you can already smell it? Even a dog’s nose isn’t as good as yours."

Zhan Qipei seriously said, "As long as it’s made by you, no matter what it is, I think it smells good."

In other words, as long as it was given by Qiao Jing, even if it was poison, he would eat it without hesitation!

Qiao Jing curved her lips, opened the lunch box, and served a bowl of millet porridge.

"You’re healing now, so you need to eat something light. That’s why I prepared rib porridge and chicken soup for you. Start with the porridge first."

As she spoke, she handed the bowl of porridge to Zhan Qipei.

Zhan Qipei didn’t move and made no attempt to take it, just gazing intently at Qiao Jing with his deep eyes.

Seeing him like this, Qiao Jing remembered his demand for compensation yesterday—that she feed him.

But she didn’t want to feed him, so she simply pretended ignorance, "What’s wrong? Don’t want to eat?"

Zhan Qipei, seeing that she wasn’t playing along, got straight to the point, "I want to eat, but I want you to feed me."

Today, he was determined to have Qiao Jing personally feed him!

Qiao Jing rolled her eyes at Zhan Qipei, her expression somewhat speechless, "I’m not feeding you. Eat if you want, or forget it if you don’t."

What was it with this man and his fixation on being fed?

He had been pestering her since yesterday, non-stop!

"If you don’t feed me, I won’t eat!" Zhan Qipei pursed his thin lips, a determined look on his face that he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

"You said it yourself. If you won’t eat, then I’m taking the food back with me."

As she said this, Qiao Jing made as if to pour the porridge in her hand back into the lunch box.

Zhan Qipei hurriedly grabbed her wrist to stop her, looking at her with his brows drawn together in a sorrowful expression.

"Can you really bear to watch me starve? Don’t forget, I’m a patient now. If I don’t eat, I won’t get nutrients, and my wounds will heal slowly. Don’t you want me to recover quickly?"

Seeing Zhan Qipei like this, Qiao Jing was truly impressed.

Just to have her feed him, this man had actually gone to the extent of faking illness, and he did so with remarkable realism, capturing every detail!

It seemed as if by not feeding him, she would appear heartless and unfeeling...

As Qiao Jing was thinking this, Zhan Qipei’s stomach cooperated perfectly by growling at that moment.

The "gurgle gurgle" sound was exceptionally loud in the quiet room.

Zhan Qipei raised his hand to cover his stomach, looking at Qiao Jing with puppy dog eyes.

Taking a deep breath with a resigned tone, Qiao Jing said, "Alright, you win, I’ll feed you, okay?"

No matter what, the reason Zhan Qipei was lying in the hospital bed was because he took a bullet for her.

Since he so wished to be fed by her, she’d do it. After all, it was just one meal.

Seeing that Qiao Jing had finally relented, a smile returned to Zhan Qipei’s face. noveldrama

He knew that Qiao Jing was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, and she would surely agree to his request!

Qiao Jing sat down beside the bed with the bowl and fed Zhan Qipei the millet porridge, spoonful by spoonful.

Though she had never done this before, she found it quite easy after a few spoonfuls and didn’t feel too awkward about it.

When about half the bowl had been fed, the door to the hospital room suddenly opened, and Xu Moqian barged in, "Sister Jing..."

His words were cut short when he saw Qiao Jing feeding Zhan Qipei, and he was utterly stunned.

Yesterday, when they had talked on the phone, Qiao Jing hadn’t told him which hospital room she was in, and he had made a special effort to find out.

And now, he had arrived to find this scene!

Hearing the commotion, Qiao Jing paused in her feeding, and she and Zhan Qipei both turned their heads, their eyes falling on Xu Moqian.

With wide eyes and an incredulous expression, Xu Moqian pointed at Zhan Qipei, stammering, "Qiao Jing... Sister Jing, how can you feed him?"

Before Qiao Jing could say anything, Zhan Qipei took the initiative to speak.

His brows slightly raised, he stared at Xu Moqian, "She’s my wife. What’s wrong with her feeding me? Is there a problem?"

Having said that, Zhan Qipei grabbed Qiao Jing’s hand and spooned another mouthful of millet porridge into his mouth, savoring it even more than before.

Seeing his actions, Qiao Jing knew he was deliberately provoking Xu Moqian and couldn’t help but find it a bit funny.

In business, this man was decisive and ruthless, an iron-fisted Yama Raja who was cold and intimidating to others.

Yet sometimes, he could be childish with youthful pettiness, just like now.

However, this intense contrast made her find him somehow endearingly cute.

Provoked, Xu Moqian stormed to the edge of the bed, indignantly saying, "Zhan Qipei, you’ve got no shame!"

This bastard had the audacity to be so shameless!

Expecting Sister Jing to feed him as if he were a three-year-old child?!

Zhan Qipei ignored Xu Moqian’s resentment, gripped Qiao Jing’s hand tighter, and scooped another spoonful of millet porridge into his mouth.

Seeing this, Xu Moqian grew even more annoyed and blurted out, "Not fair, I want that, too!"

He mimicked Zhan Qipei’s actions, reaching out to pull at Qiao Jing’s hand.

Quick as a flash, Zhan Qipei grabbed Xu Moqian’s outstretched hand first and scoffed, "If you’re feeling randy, go find another woman. My wife is under no obligation to serve you."

After speaking, he turned to look at Qiao Jing beside him, raising his eyebrows suggestively, "Wife, you agree, don’t you?"

As the two men locked horns and the atmosphere grew tense, Qiao Jing felt quite helpless.