Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 363 - 352: Zhan Qipei Drinks Recklessly

Chapter 363: Chapter 352: Zhan Qipei Drinks Recklessly

He clicked on WeChat and glanced at it, only to find that it was a message from Zhan Nanqing.

“Brother, I asked Qiao Jing today, and her intention is that she definitely wants to divorce you. I tried to persuade her, but her attitude was very firm.”

After reading this message, Zhan Qipei’s face showed a bitter smile, and he withdrew his hand from the doorknob.

He exited the chat window and went back to sitting in the living room.

Everything in the apartment suddenly felt strange to him, though he had been living there for several months, and he was very familiar with everything…

The silence in the living room was broken by the sound of his phone ringing.

Zhan Qipei didn’t even look at the caller ID before pressing the answer button.

It was a bit noisy on Lu Zijiao’s end, so he had to raise his voice a lot.

“How are things going with Qiao Jing? Did the method I suggested work?”

Zhan Qipei didn’t respond, his gaze falling on the several packets of fever reducer on the table.

They had been left there by Qiao Jing.

Knowing Zhan Qipei’s personality, Lu Zijiao guessed the outcome when he didn’t get a response.

If the method had been successful, Zhan Qipei would definitely have been chatting happily with him, not choosing to remain silent.

His tone of voice became much more serious.

“No way? Even crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide didn’t work? It worked for my mom, so how could it be ineffective with you…”

This was not a solution…

“I’m at the bar now. Come over and have a few drinks with me, and let’s think of another solution.”

Zhan Qipei had originally planned to stay at home and look for another opportunity.

But the message from Zhan Nanqing suddenly flashed in his mind, he pursed his lips and replied.

“I’m coming now.”

When Zhan Qipei arrived at the bar, he ordered several bottles of brandy and whiskey without a word.

Lu Zijiao, seeing that Zhan Qipei was in a bad mood today, dismissed all the waiters nearby.

Zhan Qipei sat next to Lu Zijiao, pouring himself one glass after another.

Two minutes later, one bottle of brandy was quickly emptied.

Lu Zijiao was startled by Zhan Qipei’s reckless drinking, which was as fast as drinking water. He was about to just grab the bottle and pour it into his mouth.

He quickly intervened, grabbing Zhan Qipei’s hand that was reaching for the bottle.

“What are you doing? No one is competing with you, why are you drinking in such a hurry?”

After accidentally touching Zhan Qipei’s skin, Lu Zijiao instantly pulled back his hand from the heat.

“Holy crap! What’s with you? Why are you so hot? Don’t tell me you have a fever?”

Zhan Qipei nonchalantly hummed in response and continued to pour himself some more liquor.

Just as he was about to reach for the bottle again, Lu Zijiao stopped him again, and placed the unfinished bottles back on the table.

“You’re drinking while you have a fever? Are you out of your mind?!”

From the moment Zhan Qipei entered the bar until now, in just a few minutes, he had already finished three bottles of brandy.

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The man sat in the booth, his expression dark. Deep, unfathomable eyes glowing beneath furrowed brows, his hands clutching the glass, veins protruding.

He glanced at Lu Zijiao, ignoring his advice, and again reached for the bottle.

Lu Zijiao cursed under his breath and had the remaining bottles taken away.

“Zhan Qipei, have you gone mad? Do you even want to find a solution? Drinking like this will only lead to divorcing Qiao Jing!”

Upon hearing Qiao Jing’s name, Zhan Qipei sobered up a bit and squinted his eyes slightly.

“Have the liquor brought back.”

Lu Zijiao hesitated for a moment, then made a request.

“Then don’t drink like you’re on a death wish. If I had known you had a fever, I wouldn’t have called you here.”

Zhan Qipei nodded.

Lu Zijiao finally had someone bring the drinks back.

“Have you thought of any solutions now?”

Zhan Qipei opened the whiskey and poured another glass; his voice was low and slightly hoarse as he spoke.

“No, I’ve tried everything you mentioned.”

His wife was determined to divorce him, no matter what he did, it was useless; he had tried everything.

Lu Zijiao sighed deeply, furrowing his brows tightly.

“I can’t think of anything for now… how about you try pestering her relentlessly tomorrow?”

Zhan Qipei didn’t respond to Lu Zijiao’s suggestion and swirled the glass in his hand.

There must be a way still.

Not far from the two men, a group of women was sitting together drinking.

Lou Xinrou was about to drink when she heard one of her friends’ voices.

“Xinrou, isn’t that President Zhan? He’s over there drinking.”

Upon hearing her friend’s words, Lou Xinrou immediately put down her glass.

She looked in the direction her friend indicated and saw Zhan Qipei drinking.

She suddenly remembered that Zhan Qipei was going to divorce Qiao Jing tomorrow, and she was thrilled.

Lou Xinrou picked up her glass, stood up, and prepared to walk over to Zhan Qipei.

The other women sitting in the booth “oohed” in unison, watching Lou Xinrou with envious and jealous gazes.

“Is Xinrou going to find President Zhan?”

Lou Xinrou’s face showed a shy smile.

“Yes, yes, I am going to drink with Cousin Brother Pei.”

Seeing the envious looks from everyone, she felt supremely smug inside.

After all, Cousin Brother Pei was going to divorce Qiao Jing tomorrow, and her chance would come!

While Zhan Qipei was drinking, he suddenly caught sight of someone out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing that it was Lou Xinrou, he furrowed his brows deeply, and his face immediately turned cold.

Lou Xinrou hadn’t even reached Zhan Qipei when she was intimidated by the forbidding aura emanating from him.

She looked back at her friends sitting in the booth, bit her lip, and bravely walked forward.

“Cousin Brother Pei, regarding the sachet matter, I also had someone investigate; it turns out the maker accidentally put it inside, and they have already apologized to me, also Jiang—”

She hadn’t finished speaking when Zhan Qipei coldly blurted out a word.

“Scram.”

Lou Xinrou’s smile stiffened on her face, not daring to continue speaking.

But her friends were still looking this way, and she didn’t want to walk back to them.

Lu Zijiao, seeing how obliviously persistent Lou Xinrou was, rolled his eyes dramatically.

“He told you to scram, why aren’t you leaving? I can’t pacify him when he’s angry.”

Lou Xinrou clenched her fists tightly, glanced at Zhan Qipei’s stern face, then looked back at her friends.

Zhan Qipei narrowed his eyes, his gaze cold as ice blades falling on Lou Xinrou, instantly dropping the temperature around by several degrees.

This finally scared Lou Xinrou enough to not dare stay any longer; she left the bar with gritted teeth.

When Zhan Qipei got home, it was already ten o’clock in the evening.

He stood at the front door, opting not to use his fingerprint to unlock it but instead rang the doorbell.

Qiao Jing had just finished bathing and come out; she looked at the time and walked to the door.

She had just opened the door when a strong smell of alcohol hit her.

She frowned deeply, but before she could speak, the man collapsed onto her.