Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 93: Chapter 87 Qiao Jing Sheds Tears

As Qiao Licheng finished speaking, a group of bodyguards immediately rushed towards Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing cast a cold glance around, her face showing no fear as she twisted her wrist, ready to make a move.

Just then, a group of uniformed bodyguards suddenly burst in from outside, quickly pinning Qiao’s bodyguards to the ground.

The sudden turn of events left everyone present somewhat bewildered.

What was happening?

And what was the deal with these bodyguards who stormed in and started fighting without a word?

Before the crowd could understand, they saw Tang Yan, who was nearly two meters tall, appear.

“It’s him!” Qiao Licheng recognized Tang Yan immediately.

Not only Qiao Licheng, but Hou Bo also recognized Tang Yan right away.

The first assistant beside the president of Zhan Corporation, often representing the company at various finance and media platforms.

There were few businessmen in the capital who didn’t know him.

They also guessed why Tang Yan might be here.

Tang Yan walked through the crowd of bodyguards, came up to Qiao Jing, and respectfully said, “Miss Qiao, the boss is outside, he’s here to take you back.”

Qiao Jing slightly raised her elegant eyebrows, remained silent for two seconds, then nodded.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes.”

After Qiao Jing walked ahead, Tang Yan followed.

Then, a group of bodyguards followed neatly and orderly behind him.

No one dared to stop them!

Father and daughter Qiao Licheng could only look on helplessly as Qiao Jing left.

Just as Qiao Jing was stepping out of the door, she paused, turned her head, and looked back at the cake on the table.

“Destroy it.”

“Understood, Miss Qiao.”

Tang Yan glanced at the bodyguard beside him.

The bodyguard took the hint, quickly walked up to the table, and flipped it over.

“Clang—” With a loud noise, the cake fell to the ground and splattered everywhere, looking utterly disgusting.

“Qiao Jing, you’ve gone too far!” Qiao Mengtong yelled at Qiao Jing, her eyes nearly splitting with rage.

Qiao Jing nodded her head, “Hmm,” and then walked away.

The tone was indifferent, neither light nor heavy, making it even more frustrating, like punching cotton.

Infuriating!

So infuriating!!!

If possible, Qiao Mengtong really wanted to rush up to Qiao Jing, slap her hard a hundred times, turn Qiao Jing’s annoying face into a pig’s head, and then make Qiao Jing kneel and beg for mercy in front of her.

The idea was delightful, but the reality—

She could only fume and watch helplessly as Qiao Jing walked away.

The trouble wasn’t over yet; the Qiao family was also facing the wrath of Hou Bo.

“Qiao Licheng! Is this what you call an apology?” Hou Bo glared at Qiao Licheng with eyes that seemed to want to chop him into pieces.

Qiao Licheng was almost ready to kneel down before Hou Bo, “Boss Hou, please calm down. That girl from the countryside doesn’t understand the rules. Here’s what, I promise, once a hundred days are up, I will tie her up and personally deliver her to your bed. You can do whatever you want with her, even if it kills her, it would still be her fortune.”

Qiao Licheng’s words somewhat appeased Hou Bo, but not enough. He turned his head to look at Qiao Mengtong with a naked gaze, as if she was standing naked before him.

That scared Qiao Mengtong badly, and she quickly said, “Hou, Boss Hou, I’m frail, I can’t withstand such torment, and I’m ill down there. I also promise I’ll urge my dad to send Qiao Jing to you sooner. If you can’t wait, we can send her earlier, just so long as Zhan’s people don’t find out.”

“Forget it.” Hou Bo lifted his hand, “Compared to your sister, your figure and face are too inferior. I’ll wait for her to divorce that man from the Zhan family to avoid any unnecessary trouble.”

Even though Hou Bo was no longer considering her, Qiao Mengtong couldn’t feel any relief.

Was she really that much worse compared to Qiao Jing?

Humph! What’s the use of being good-looking and having a nice figure? Just wait a bit longer, and she’ll still end up as a plaything for that lecherous old man.

Thinking this, Qiao Mengtong finally felt somewhat more balanced in her heart.

Qiao Licheng, bent at the waist, escorted Hou Bo out of the villa, making promises repeatedly as he did.

“Boss Hou, rest assured, just wait at home. I’ll send Qiao Jing to your bed as soon as possible. Take care and watch your step!”

Qiao Zihao smacked his lips, rolling his eyes.

As soon as Qiao Licheng returned, he saw Qiao Zihao’s eyes filled with sarcasm.

“What’s with that look?”

Qiao Zihao put down the sunflower seeds he hadn’t finished eating and stood up, brushing off his hands.

“You used to scold me for idling away, calling me a good-for-nothing playboy. What about you? Qiao Jing is your daughter, yet you’re rushing to deliver her into the hands of that old pervert, Hou Bo. I’m a playboy, you’re a scoundrel. Indeed, like father, like son.”

Enraged, Qiao Licheng grabbed a bottle of spirits from nearby and hurled it at Qiao Zihao.

“Wow, quite generous, aren’t you? That’s Brandy! Such expensive alcohol, and you’re willing to waste it like that?”

Upon hearing this, Qiao Licheng quickly stopped, looking up at the bottle in his hand—it was the expensive Brandy he had bought specifically to entertain Hou Bo.

Taking advantage of Qiao Licheng’s moment of distraction, Qiao Zihao dashed upstairs and flung open his room door.

“I’m leaving this mess to you to clean up. I’m going back to my room to play games. Don’t disturb me if it’s nothing important, and don’t come looking for me if it is. Don’t even think about unlocking my door—I’ve put three locks on it, so you’d have to break it down.”

“You little bastard!” Qiao Licheng took off a leather shoe and threw it upstairs.

With a “bang”—the door closed, and the leather shoe hit it.

Qiao Licheng’s face turned the color of liver in anger.

A second later, Qiao Zihao opened the door, poked his head out, and looked downstairs at the cake.

“Nice shot with the cake!”

“Go to hell!” Qiao Licheng took off his other shoe and threw it upstairs.

With another “bang”—the door was forcefully closed again.

After the shoe hit the door and fell, it paired up with the first one that had been thrown.

Seething, Qiao Licheng flopped down on the sofa, and Qiao Mengtong was not faring much better.

The scene shifted.

Qiao Jing boarded Zhan Qipei’s car with her suitcase.

“Miss Qiao, shall I put your suitcase in the trunk?” Tang Yan asked, looking at Qiao Jing.

“No need.” Qiao Jing sat alone in the backseat, clutching her suitcase tightly.

Tang Yan looked at Zhan Qipei.

“Drive,” Zhan Qipei said indifferently.

“Yes, sir.”

Soon, Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei returned to the apartment together.

Upon returning, Qiao Jing immediately opened her suitcase.

Her suitcase was packed with toys her mother had bought her before her death, along with knitted clothes.

Looking at these items, an image of a woman tenderly holding her and singing to her formed in Qiao Jing’s mind.

It was so heartwarming.

However—

These images could only be presented through imagination.

As she looked, she could no longer control her tears.

With a “plop”—they fell.