Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 60: Chapter 57 Why is it Qiao Jing?_2

Zhan Qipei chewed on a piece of sweet and sour spare ribs, a flavor he used to enjoy.

However—

Ever since he had tasted the sweet and sour spare ribs made by Qiao Jing, he felt that the taste in his mouth was just so-so.

Zhan Yao put down his chopsticks and started to speak to everyone.

“I just received news that Professor Qiao’s Research Institute has successfully developed a new variety of corn, with a yield more than double that of the previous one.”

Upon hearing this, Qiao Jing’s actions while eating paused ever so slightly, just for a second, before she resumed as before.

“That’s amazing!” Zhan Nanqing exclaimed in admiration, her eyes full of adoration.

Speaking of this, Zhan Nanqing remembered the day a month ago when she had picked up Qiao Jing from the countryside. Qiao Jing had made a call, saying something about a success that would propel agriculture to a whole new level.

Just blowing smoke!

Zhan Nanqing cast a disdainful glance at Qiao Jing.

“Also, at the end of this month, the higher-ups are going to hold a grand award ceremony for Professor Qiao,” Zhan Yao remembered to mention.

“I want to go!” Zhan Nanqing stood up excitedly, “I really want to see what Professor Qiao looks like?”

Qiao Jing lifted her head to glance at Zhan Nanqing.

Zhan Nanqing, feeling Qiao Jing’s gaze, looked back, her eyes wide open.

Qiao Jing completely ignored Zhan Nanqing’s provocation, calmly withdrew her gaze, and continued eating.

Seeing Qiao Jing’s reaction, Zhan Nanqing felt the futility of punching into cotton.

Afterward, the family discussed and agreed to go together.

“Oh, there’s another thing.” Zhan Yao looked towards Zhan Qipei, “Although I didn’t find Divine Doctor Jing, I did find his only disciple, Mr. Zhou. We’ve made an appointment, and the day after tomorrow you’ll go to him for infertility treatment.”

There was an almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of Zhan Qipei’s eye.

Here we go again.

“Dad! I’m not sick!” These words were almost bitten out of Zhan Qipei’s mouth.

Qiao Jing turned her head to look at Zhan Yao, “Zhou Fu came to the capital?”

Why didn’t her disciple inform her in advance?

Zhan Yao frowned displeasedly, “When you meet Mr. Zhou the day after tomorrow, you must not call him by his name directly.”

“Tsk tsk tsk—” Zhan Nanqing smacked her lips, “People from the countryside really lack manners.”

Zhan Qipei’s gaze shifted to meet Zhan Nanqing’s, “In the future, don’t keep saying ‘from the countryside’ every time you open your mouth. Most of the food we eat is cultivated by the hardworking hands of rural people. Don’t always act high and mighty and look down on others just because you were born into a better situation.”

“Bro, you’re lecturing me? For Qiao Jing, you’re lecturing me?” Zhan Nanqing was so aggrieved and stifled that she grabbed Su Manhan’s hand, “Mom, look at him—”

Su Manhan rubbed Zhan Nanqing’s head sympathetically and glared at Zhan Qipei, “No matter what, she’s your sister. How can you scold your sister for an outsider?”

“Qiao Jing is not an outsider. Legally speaking, she is Nanqing’s sister-in-law. She keeps calling Qiao Jing by her name in front of everyone; others will only think it’s Nanqing who lacks manners,” Zhan Qipei seriously said as he looked at Su Manhan and Zhan Nanqing.

Qiao Jing continued to eat her meal while watching the exchange between Zhan Qipei and Zhan Nanqing like a spectator at a play.

“But she’s only for 100 days, just temporary!” Zhan Nanqing mumbled discontentedly.

“Still, she is.”

“I’ll just call her Qiao Jing, I’ll just call her by her name.”

“Alright, alright, the food’s going to get cold, let’s eat,” Zhan Yao raised his voice to put an end to the topic.

There were only three days left until Qiao Jing’s award ceremony.

That evening, Xu Moqian drove to the entrance of Nantai Apartment.

“Sister Jing, I’m here, come on down.”

“Okay.”

A month ago, Qiao Jing had agreed to race for Xu Moqian to reclaim the ground he’d lost last time.

Zhan Qipei heard the commotion, opened the door, and looked outside; Qiao Jing was changing her shoes.

“Where are you going this late?”

“For a drive,” Qiao Jing replied and then opened the door and left.

A drive?

With whom?

Just as Zhan Qipei’s face was turning dark, he received a call from Lu Zijiao.

“Young Master Zhan, there’s going to be a street race in the suburbs tonight, wanna come watch?”

“Not interested.”

“Come on! The God of Cars is there tonight!” Lu Zijiao exclaimed excitedly.

That piqued Zhan Qipei’s interest immediately.

“Are you talking about the God of Cars, Li Qi?”

“Exactly! Someone challenged him, and they’re racing on the suburban road tonight!”

“When does it start?”

“At 12, there’s still time if you leave now, hurry up.”