Zhan Qipei Eats Qiao Jing’s Noodles for the First Time

Qiao Jing turned to look at the person who had interjected, and to her surprise, it was Zhan Qipei. Her cold eyes revealed a hint of surprise, followed by an indescribable mix of emotions.

"Who are you? Why are you meddling in my family's business?" Jiang Cuifeng raised her head and began to throw a tantrum at Qipei.

Qiao Mengtong stared at Zhan Qipei with infatuated eyes, almost drooling at the sight of him.

Zhan Qipei took the crutch from Jiang Cuifeng's hand and threw it outside the gates. "Get out."

Jiang Cuifeng's temper flared up. "Who do you think you are? Ordering me to leave? Who are you? What right do you have to chase me out?"

Zhan Qipei's dark eyes turned cold, and his thin lips curved with a dangerous edge. "I'm the owner of Purple Garden. That's why I can chase you out."

Jiang Cuifeng was so scared that she nearly lost her nerve.

Qiao Mengtong, on the other hand, was surprised and delighted. She never expected to meet the CEO of the Zhan Corporation. This was a dream come true for someone of her status. The more she looked at him, the more she liked him, even comparing him to other young and old stars in the entertainment circle.

He was just too handsome, with a perfect inverted triangle figure and long legs that were mesmerizing.

Unable to control her infatuation, Qiao Mengtong approached Zhan Qipei with an enamored expression. "Um, my grandma didn't mean to offend you. Please forgive her. I'm willing to do anything if you forgive her."

Qiao Jing couldn't stand Qiao Mengtong's behavior and turned to leave.

Zhan Qipei turned his head slightly to look behind him. Was she leaving without noticing that someone was trying to seduce him?

Seeing an opportunity, Qiao Mengtong pretended to trip over her foot, attempting to fall into Zhan Qipei's arms. However, he swiftly moved aside, causing her to tumble to the ground painfully.

Qiao Jing heard the commotion and turned around to look. His eyes showed a lukewarm smile, which further infuriated Qiao Mengtong. She gritted her teeth and roared at Qiao Jing, "Qiao Jing, you selfish bitch! Just you wait, I'll get Dad to teach you a lesson personally!"

Zhan Qipei's eyes narrowed, revealing a dangerous glint. "Get lost," he coldly uttered, and a terrifying pressure emanated from him.

Frightened, Qiao Mengtong quickly got up from the ground. She finally realized the kind of terrifying figure she had provoked — Zhan Qipei. As the head of the Zhan Corporation, he had earned a formidable reputation for being decisive and swift in handling adversaries, earning him the ominous title of the "King of Hell."

As Qiao Mengtong supported Jiang Cuifeng and hurriedly left, she cursed Qiao Jing in her heart, hoping that one day Qiao Jing would offend Zhan Qipei. She wished for Zhan Qipei to unleash his wrath on her, so she could see Qiao Jing suffer. 

As night fell, the rain poured heavily, making the atmosphere even gloomier. Qiao Jing stood by the door, observing the darkening sky and murmuring to herself about the incoming rain. 

Inside the living room, Zhan Qipei overheard her comment and soon heard the sound of rain pouring outside.

"It's really pouring heavily," Zhan Qipei said, confirming Qiao Jing's observation.

At the same time, his phone vibrated, and he answered the call from his mother, Su Manhan.

"Hello?"

"Qi Pei, the rain is too heavy. Your father and I won't be coming home tonight."

"Alright, I understand," Zhan Qipei replied.

After ending the call, he received another call from his sister, Zhan Nanqing.

"Brother, Xinrou was scolded by her second uncle and is in a bad mood. I'll stay at her house tonight. You don't have to wait for me for dinner," Zhan Nanqing explained.

Zhan Qipei acknowledged her decision and was about to end the call when she mentioned something that caught his attention.

"Brother, Xinrou is your childhood sweetheart. Why don't you ask why she was scolded by her Second Uncle Lou?"

"That's her family matter. When have you ever seen me gossip?"Zhan Qipei was not interested at all. "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up."

"It's all Qiao Jing's fault!" Zhan Nanqing revealed.

Curiosity piqued, Zhan Qipei stopped hanging up and asked, "What happened?" At the same time, his gaze fell on Qiao Jing who was standing at the door.

Zhan Nanqing proceeded to narrate her encounter with Qiao Jing and her revelation of Qiao Jing's job as a janitor at Professor Qiao's research institute.

"Xinrou and I saw Qiao Jing come out of the research institute with garbage bags."

'So, she's just a janitor,' Zhan Qipei thought, accepting this new piece of information.

Zhan Nanqing continued, "After that, Xinrou's second uncle came out. I don't know what happened, but he got angry at Xinrou..."

Zhan Qipei paid little attention to Zhan Nanqing's words, as he found himself laughing inwardly. He couldn't believe he had ever suspected that Qiao Jing was the girl who had saved him multiple times before.

'Her medical skills are outstanding. How could she be working as a janitor in the research institute?' Zhan Qipei pondered to himself.

As the rain intensified, it began to sweep into the room. Qiao Jing, having closed the door, entered the living area where Zhan Qipei was.

"None of them will be coming home tonight," Zhan Qipei informed her.

Qiao Jing asked, "Is Auntie Zhang still coming over to cook, given the heavy rain?"

Glancing out the window, Zhan Qipei realized that the rain was so intense that it might not be safe for Auntie Zhang to come over.

"It's better if she doesn't come. The rain is heavy, and she's not young anymore. I don't want anything to happen to her on the way," Zhan Qipei replied. He then asked, "If she doesn't come, what will we eat tonight?"

Qiao Jing opened the fridge and responded, "There aren't many ingredients, but there's enough to make two bowls."

Zhan Qipei inquired, "You plan to make noodles?"

To which Qiao Jing countered, "You don't want to eat noodles?"

Zhan Qipei replied indifferently, "Whatever."

Qiao Jing then went into the kitchen to prepare the ingredients, and Zhan Qipei followed him with his gaze. He couldn't help but recall the variety of delicious dishes Qiao Jing had posted on his WeChat moments the previous day.

"Did she really cook all those dishes?" Zhan Qipei wondered, becoming intrigued.

As he intended to work on his laptop while waiting for the noodles, he soon noticed a tempting aroma emanating from the kitchen. The fragrance distracted him, and his eyes involuntarily wandered toward the kitchen door.

After struggling for a few moments, Zhan Qipei decided to close his laptop and head to the kitchen. There, he found Qiao Jing wearing an apron, with his long hair tied back. Watching Qiao Jing take a sip of soup and savor it with a blissful smile on her face, Zhan Qipei felt captivated by the sight.

Zhan Qipei couldn't shake off the enchantment he felt as he watched Qiao Jing cook. It was as if his soul had momentarily left his body. However, as he regained his senses, he couldn't help but frown, puzzled by his own reaction.

'What happened just now? Why was I so lost in thought?' he pondered to himself, trying to comprehend his momentary fascination with Qiao Jing. He reminded himself firmly that she was not the girl who had saved him, the one who held a special place in his heart.

In his heart, he had already made a firm decision that only that girl was worthy of entering his life and becoming a part of his family.

Soon, the noodles were ready, and Qiao Jing carried them out. She playfully told Zhan Qipei to serve himself.

"Your noodles are in the kitchen. You can get it yourself," she teased, hugging her own bowl and beginning to eat.

Zhan Qipei couldn't help but feel a hint of irritation at Qiao Jing's response. "You're really shameless," he muttered, his face showing mild frustration as his lips twitched.

"I made the noodles, so why should I bring it over for you? I'm not your personal servant. It's up to you. If you don't do it, then you won't get to eat," Qiao Jing retorted, her tone lighthearted but straightforward.

Zhan Qipei's intuition told him that if he didn't get the noodles himself, Qiao Jing might just eat his portion as well without hesitation. Rather than arguing, he chose to pick his battles wisely and simply went to the kitchen to fetch the noodles.

As he glanced at the noodles in his bowl, he recalled the praises he had seen on his WeChat moments about Qiao Jing's cooking skills. 

His curiosity piqued, he wondered if the food was truly as delicious as they claimed. 

He picked up a few noodles with his chopsticks and put them in his mouth.