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Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

After finding an injured imperial big shot in a cornfield, Qiao Jing took him home and performed full-body surgery on him. When he woke up, he searched all over the world for the daring woman who had done something audacious to him. He searched the entire Imperial Capital, only to find out that the person was actually his wife from the countryside. Not knowing the truth, General Zhan was disgusted. " After 100 days, we're getting a divorce!" The medical expert said, "Master, there are still 90 days left until the divorce. I know a prince from the empire who has always wanted to meet you." The agricultural expert said, "There are still 60 days left. The position of my granddaughter-in-law has been vacant." The famous actor said, "Just one day left. The engagement ring is ready." General Zhan couldn't bear it anymore and jumped out, pulling Qiao Jing in his arms. "You performed full-body surgery on me, and you still want a divorce?" Qiao Jing replied, "We agreed on getting a divorce in 100 days. Aren't you a responsible man who'll keep his word?" General Zhan said, "I am, but... I just want to be responsible for you..." Nine months later, the onlookers thought they had divorced. But to everyone's surprise, General Zhan appeared with Qiao Jing, who was pregnant with triplets, leaving everyone stunned!

Picky Eater · General
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354 Chs

Chapter 289: Are You Sick?

Qiao Jing's eyebrows were closely furrowed as her gaze shifted to Zhan Qipei's lips. Her chest gently heaved once, her mind made up, she opened her red lips and bit down hard on the man's mouth.

"Hiss—"

A pained grunt came from the man's mouth, and his movements halted at that moment.

Qiao Jing gritted her teeth, and taking advantage of this moment, she pushed the man away vigorously, leaning against the wall and panting slightly.

The rising temperature between the two abruptly dropped, returning to normal.

Once Qiao Jing recovered, she saw where the man's lip was broken, tiny beads of blood oozing out, his proud chest heaving irregularly, fury burning in his eyes, and a chilling coldness at the bottom of them.

"Zhan Qipei, are you sick, or what!"

Zhan Qipei raised his hand, wiping the blood from his lips with his thumb. After the blood smeared into a red stain on his thin lips, he licked them, the sweet metallic taste gradually spreading in his mouth.