Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 39: Chapter 37 Qiao Jing Teaches Zhan Qipei How to Make Dumplings

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He had just walked in when he saw Xu Moqian and Zhan Ruiting buzzing around Qiao Jing like two flies.

His anger had reached a boiling point and now erupted completely, grinding his teeth, he said to Qiao Jing, “Tell them to leave!”

“Why should I?” Xu Moqian looked at Zhan Qipei with annoyance.

“Exactly, cousin, you’re being too overbearing.” This time, Zhan Ruiting was on the same side as Xu Moqian.

Zhan Qipei took a big step forward and stood by Qiao Jing’s side.

“Because I am her husband by law.”

“Anyway, there are still 81 days left,” Xu Moqian said.

“No, it’s 80 and a half days,” Zhan Ruiting corrected.

Zhan Ruiting’s temples throbbed violently twice.

These guys remembered even clearer than he did!

Zhan Ruiting turned to Qiao Jing. “Regardless, we are currently married. Do you think it’s appropriate to bring two men home?”

“I haven’t done anything shady with them, what’s inappropriate about that?” Qiao Jing said, unconvinced.

“Fine, let me ask you—if I brought two women home, you wouldn’t oppose that?”

At the man’s words, Qiao Jing’s brows slightly knitted together.

Just now, she wanted to say that his actions had nothing to do with her. But if Zhan Qipei really did bring women home, not to mention more than one, whether they did anything unsavory or not is beside the point—the house is only so big and any little noise can be heard.

Quite annoying.

Thinking this, Qiao Jing glanced over at Xu Moqian and Zhan Ruiting. “Keep your voices down, leave after this meal. If you still want to eat, wait until I get divorced, until he moves out from here.”

Wait for him to move out? The anger within Zhan Qipei surged even more fiercely. Was he really so troublesome? So superfluous?

Zhan Qipei angrily turned and walked away.

“Sister Jing, I’ll roll out the dumpling wrappers,” Xu Moqian said.

“I’ll help with wrapping them. Doctor Qiao, I’m not very good at this, can you teach me?” Zhan Ruiting said as he edged closer to Qiao Jing.

He hadn’t even reached Qiao Jing’s side when a hand suddenly stretched out and pulled him aside.

“Cousin, what are you doing?”

“You just had surgery; you should rest well,” Zhan Qipei said emotionlessly to Zhan Ruiting, his eyes as deep as the ocean and a bit chilling.

“I’m fine; I’m quite robust. Besides, Doctor Qiao needs my help.”

“I’ll help her.” Zhan Qipei pressed down on Zhan Ruiting’s shoulder to keep him from getting up.

It was then that Qiao Jing looked over at Zhan Ruiting, “He’s right; you haven’t been out of surgery long, you really should be resting in bed.”

Now that Qiao Jing had spoken, Zhan Ruiting dared not disobey.

“Then I’ll sit and do it.”

Zhan Qipei’s eyes swept coldly over Zhan Ruiting before moving to stand beside Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing was making dumplings, scooping some filling onto the wrapper and then deftly pinching it shut. The pleats of each finished dumpling were almost identical in size.

Zhan Qipei’s eyes learned the technique, clumsily he took a dumpling wrapper, placed some filling on top, and tried to pinch it together.

No matter how he pinched it, it didn’t come out right.

Qiao Jing turned her head, “You’re doing it wrong.”

Telling him he was wrong? Zhan Qipei’s face stiffened, not pleased at all.

The next second, Qiao Jing’s hand came over, grasping his, and taught him how to make dumplings hand by hand.

Feeling the girl’s soft, delicate fingers brushing intermittently between his, all his anger dissipated, even giving him an indescribable sense of pleasure.

Zhan Ruiting transformed into a lemon as he watched Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei, “Doctor Qiao, I don’t know how either, teach me!”

Zhan Qipei turned his head and glared coldly at Zhan Ruiting, his eyes filled with endless murderous intent, frightening Zhan Ruiting into shivering.

Indeed, Qiao Jing was currently his cousin-in-law, they hadn’t divorced yet, his current behavior was inappropriate.

“Got it?” Qiao Jing looked up at Zhan Qipei and let go of her hand.

Zhan Qipei furrowed his brows and after struggling for two seconds, “I don’t.”

As soon as Zhan Qipei finished speaking, Xu Moqian’s mocking voice followed.

“The CEO of Zhan Corporation, a top graduate with big brains, can’t even learn how to wrap dumplings?”

Qiao Jing felt Xu Moqian’s words were too much, “Everyone has flaws and weaknesses, isn’t that normal? Just like you, although your grades are good, you are tone-deaf and your singing is worse than a pig’s squeal.”

Xu Moqian “…”

“Sister Jing, you’ve changed, how could you expose my shortcomings in front of others? Do I still need face…”

Xu Moqian murmured and grumbled to himself…

Zhan Qipei’s lips slightly curved up, very satisfied with the words Qiao Jing had just spoken to defend him.

They were family, they should stand united.

Wait!

At that thought, Zhan Qipei suddenly realized.

What was he doing just now? He was actually coveting the warmth of the girl’s fingertips and naturally thinking of Qiao Jing as his own.

Was this woman toxic?

No, he must stay away from her before he became addicted.

“I got it.” Zhan Qipei quickly finished making the dumplings after speaking.

Qiao Jing looked at the dumplings made by Zhan Qipei, their pleats even more evenly done than hers, as if measured with a ruler.

Does he have OCD?

After a short while, the dumplings were ready, and the four of them gathered to start eating.

“Delicious, so delicious! These are the best dumplings I’ve ever eaten!” Zhan Ruiting said while eating, praising continuously.

“Of course, my Sister Jing’s cooking is rare in this world. She has many signature dishes, such as Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, celery and yellow croaker strips, braised shark fins, and so on, all so delicious they make your mouth water!” Xu Moqian said with pride on his face.

Because he had eaten all these dishes, but Zhan Qipei and Zhan Ruiting hadn’t, so his sense of superiority was immense.

Zhan Qipei, hearing Xu Moqian say that, suddenly felt the dumplings in his mouth weren’t that tasty anymore.

Quite sour.

The signature dishes Xu Moqian mentioned earlier, Qiao Jing had never made them for him.

He was her husband! She didn’t cook them for him, yet she did for another man.

Zhan Ruiting’s eyes gleamed as he looked at Qiao Jing, “Doctor Qiao, you are really amazing! Whoever marries you would be the happiest man in the world.”

At this, Zhan Ruiting added a statement.

“My cousin doesn’t count.”

“Cough cough—cough cough cough—” Zhan Qipei choked on the dumpling in his mouth.

After a few seconds to recover, Zhan Qipei put down his chopsticks and looked at Qiao Jing, “Those dishes, can you really make them?”

Qiao Jing nodded her head, “Why? Do you want to eat them?”

Zhan Qipei considered for a moment, would it seem too undignified if he explicitly asked for them?

“Do you have time to make them?” Zhan Qipei asked in a different way.