Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 549 - 538: I’m Qiao Jing’s Husband, Isn’t It Normal to Be Clingy?

“Why do you like clinging to Qiao Jing so much?”

Could it be his sister was falling for Qiao Jing too?

Sure enough, he knew his wife attracted both men and women.

It seemed he had to guard not only against men but women too.

Zhan Nanqing, realizing that Zhan Qipei was looking at her with the eyes of a rival, took a deep breath and spoke through gritted teeth.

“Brother, I just want Qiao Jing to accompany me to the party, besides, if anyone is clingy towards Qiao Jing, how can they compare to you? Do you know your nickname is ‘Zhan Qipei Brand Super Glue’?”

Although she really liked Qiao Jing, her and Qiao Jing’s liking were not of the romantic type.

But her brother, on the other hand, treated her as a rival in love straight away.

Zhan Qipei’s expression immediately darkened, his gaze growing colder as he watched Zhan Nanqing with a guarded face.

“I’m her husband, isn’t it normal for me to be close to her?”

Zhan Nanqing widened her eyes, angrily staring at Zhan Qipei without ceasing.

“Well then, by that logic, I’m half a sister to Qiao Jing, isn’t it normal for me to cling to her too?”

Watching the two quarrel, Qiao Jing felt a sudden throb in her temple and forcefully withdrew her hand.

“Let go, I’ll cook another batch of food.”

Having her hand pulled back and forth between the two had been too much for her, and now they were even arguing in front of her?

If it were just Nanqing being childish, that would be one thing; after all, she was a girl who had been pampered at home from a young age, and it was normal for her to have a bit of a temper.

But could someone tell her why Zhan Qipei, an adult man, was still arguing over such trivial matters with his sister?

The two of them were even treating her like a toy, each pulling at her like children fighting over a toy.

And this was all over something that could be solved with just another meal, yet these “children” still insisted on arguing here.

Zhan Qipei’s thin lips pressed into a straight line with no curve, he glanced sideways at the still angry Zhan Nanqing and spoke coldly.

“She goes out to eat, we eat ourselves, and later I’ll go to the party with you.”

He had only heard of the phrase “guard against fire, theft, and girlfriends,” but now it seemed he had to “guard against fire, theft, and little sister.”

His romantic rivals were increasing rather than decreasing, and it was his own sister?

Zhan Nanqing, watching her own brother look as vigilant as guarding against thieves, rolled her eyes in disbelief.

“Brother, I know that Qiao Jing is my sister-in-law, why are you guarding against me? Do you believe that from now on, I won’t help you keep an eye on Xu Moqian at the institute and just let him get close to Qiao Jing?”

Even if she had romantic feelings for Qiao Jing, it was the male guise of Qiao Jing that touched her heart!

After all, Qiao Jing in men’s clothing is so handsome—who wouldn’t love it?

Zhan Qipei furrowed his eyebrows, his gaze locked tightly on Nanqing’s face before he finally spoke.

“Are you sure you haven’t developed other feelings for Qiao Jing?”

He remembered the last time Qiao Jing dressed as a man, his sister was looking at his wife with starry-eyed admiration, completely smitten.

And now, with Nanqing clinging to Qiao Jing, he felt like he just gained another rival in love.

Nanqing felt a bit guilty when asked, but she dared not hesitate for too long, or else her brother would see through her.

She firmly answered:

“No.”

She just wasn’t sure if having a crush on Qiao Jing in men’s attire counted…

Zhan Qipei slightly narrowed his dark eyes, then finally withdrew his gaze and quickly followed Qiao Jing to the kitchen.

“I’ll cook, you go ahead and eat outside.”

Qiao Jing twitched the corner of her mouth wordlessly but didn’t insist on staying, heading back to the dining table to sit with Nanqing.

“What’s there to argue about? Cooking is quick; I can share half of mine with you.”

She didn’t know whom to stop first when she saw the two siblings arguing over her. After all, they were both being incredibly childish.

And then there was Zhan Qipei, that scoundrel of a man, even wary of his own sister. If she was about to give birth, to prevent any accidents, wouldn’t she be locked up at home like Xiangxiang, unable to go out?

Nanqing immediately shook her head.

“No way, you have triplets in there; how can you go hungry? Here’s what we’ll do: I’ll eat my brother’s portion first. He’s a grown man; he can handle being hungry for a bit. Besides, there’s bound to be food at the gathering, enough for my brother to eat.”

Her words, neither loud nor soft, were just right for Zhan Qipei, who was about to scoop some rice, to hear.

Zhan Qipei came directly to Nanqing with the rice cooker and tapped her forehead forcefully.

“You go eat in the restaurant. The driver is waiting for you downstairs.”

Though he agreed with not letting Qiao Jing go hungry, he couldn’t let anyone eat his portion. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to chat with Qiao Jing at the dinner table.

After all, he and Qiao Jing had both been busy all day, and dinner was the only time they could truly spend together.

So he wouldn’t let anyone interfere with his time with Qiao Jing.

Nanqing covered her forehead, glaring at Zhan Qipei with a face full of frustration.

“Brother! Forget it, I don’t feel like talking to you.”

After saying that, she turned to Qiao Jing.

“Qiao Jing, let’s eat quickly. When we’re done, we can leave first, letting my brother stay at home to eat alone. Besides, he can go to the court alone; he doesn’t need us.”

Seizing the moment, Nanqing started scooping up soup very actively, all eager to be the first to eat.

Qiao Jing helplessly patted Nanqing on the back.

“Eat slowly; we’ll go with your brother later.”

She truly hadn’t expected the two to argue over such a trivial matter, and now, Nanqing, fearful that Zhan Qipei would snatch the food, began to wolf it down.

Nanqing paused in her eating, looking confusedly at Qiao Jing.

“Why wait for my brother? Isn’t it better if we finish eating and leave first?”

Qiao Jing looked up at Zhan Qipei.

“Having a car to take us makes it easier. Zhan Qipei, you go cook.”

Zhan Qipei glanced at Nanqing, then withdrew his gaze and headed back into the kitchen.

At this moment, Nanqing had transformed into a champion eater, yet she still remembered Zhan Qipei not checking messages or cooking for her, and as she ate, she deliberately complained: