Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 702: Chapter 691: Did You Not Brush Your Teeth This Morning?

The assistant hurriedly sped up the pace of touching up the makeup and quickly finished.

Qiao Mengtong looked at herself in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

"Driver, pull the car over, stop by the roadside stall where a woman is eating soup dumplings,"

she wanted Qiao Jing to see with her own eyes just how well she was living now!

The driver quickly parked the car beside the roadside stall where Qiao Jing was.

Qiao Jing noticed the nanny car pulling up beside her and paused in her action of eating the soup dumplings.

She glanced at the nanny car out of the corner of her eye, staying alert, since the car was rather close to her.

After the car stopped, Qiao Mengtong couldn’t wait to get out of the car and approached Qiao Jing. noveldrama

"Well, if it isn’t Qiao Jing? Eating at a roadside stall, are we?"

She deliberately emphasized the words "roadside stall" and then sneered first at the soup dumplings in Qiao Jing’s hand, then at her surroundings, fanning her nose in disdain as if she had smelled something unpleasant.

Qiao Jing gave Qiao Mengtong, who was wrapped up like a mummy, a disinterested glance and didn’t bother engaging with her, continuing her breakfast.

Seeing Qiao Jing’s indifferent manner, as if she didn’t take her seriously at all, Qiao Mengtong’s eyes widened in anger.

"Qiao Jing, how dare you treat me with such an attitude? Now that you’ve been driven out of the Zhan Family, reduced to eating at a roadside stall, you still dare act so aloof?"

Each time she was infuriated by Qiao Jing’s cool demeanor, from her poise to the way she looked at her, Qiao Mengtong felt as if Qiao Jing considered everything beneath her, or perhaps that ordinary things were simply unable to catch her eye.

Suddenly! Qiao Mengtong had an idea, crossed her arms, and used her stance to look down on Qiao Jing, trying to seem more imposing than her.

Yet Qiao Jing continued eating her breakfast without giving her so much as a glance, which reignited Qiao Mengtong’s anger.

"Qiao Jing! Who are you putting on this lofty act for here? The Zhan Family has kicked you out, what ground do you have to act superior? Do you really think you’re still the lady of the Zhan Family?"

She paused and proudly lifted her chin.

"Hah! Let me tell you, not only am I a popular actress now, but I’m also close to Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei, and soon the place of Mrs. Zhan will be mine! You can just keep eating at roadside stalls forever!"

Qiao Jing became somewhat annoyed by the relentless chatter in her ear and furrowed her brows slightly.

With a cool expression, she glanced at Qiao Mengtong.

Upon meeting Qiao Jing’s gaze, Qiao Mengtong felt an inexplicable fear, as though she were about to break out in a cold sweat.

She suddenly realized that even though Qiao Jing was sitting down, her casual look carried an authority that seemed to be many times higher than hers.

Thinking this, she clenched her fists in anger and kept staring intensely at Qiao Jing.

"Qiao Jing, why are you looking at me like that? Everything I’ve said is true—isn’t it a fact that you were chased out by the Zhan Family? Or did I strike a nerve? Or do you think staring at me could get you back into the Zhan Family?"

She paused, wracked her brain for several more ways to mock Qiao Jing, and then said:

"Oh right, you do have a chance to return to the Zhan Family, I can help you. But first, I want to see if you’re sincere. As long as you kneel down to apologize and clean my shoes or something, I could offer you a position as a cleaner in the Zhan Family, which is also a way back, how about it?"

Upon hearing Qiao Mengtong’s words, Qiao Jing’s brows creased with added impatience.

She looked up at her expressionlessly, her lips parting lightly, and in a tone devoid of emotion, she said:

"There’s a mosquito."

Despite the hurtful things Qiao Mengtong had said, those weren’t the reasons Qiao Jing decided to speak to her.

But Qiao Mengtong was just so incredibly boring, muttering to herself for ages, and it disrupted my breakfast.

Qiao Mengtong was stunned for a moment, still not quite catching the drift of that comment.

She instinctively blurted out a question:

"What do you mean?"

Qiao Jing rolled her eyes in exasperation, too lazy to engage with Qiao Mengtong any further.

After a moment of thought, Qiao Mengtong finally understood that Qiao Jing found her as annoying as a buzzing mosquito.

She clenched her teeth in anger and pointed a finger at Qiao Jing.

"Don’t try to deflect with those words, as if I don’t know what you’re up to. You’re just down on your luck now, too scared to face me, so you’re trying to distract me!"

Qiao Jing’s speechlessness surged further, her lips twitching in response.

She found that people like Qiao Mengtong had an impressive ability to imagine things.

She had said just one thing, and the other could fabricate all sorts of wild stories from it.

Just as Qiao Mengtong was about to continue speaking, her eyes suddenly fell on Qiao Jing’s slightly bulging abdomen.

Thinking she might have seen it wrong, Qiao Mengtong quickly blinked and then stared hard at Qiao Jing’s belly for a long while.

After confirming she wasn’t mistaken, and indeed the belly was bulging, she inquired:

"You, you’re pregnant?"

Qiao Jing finished the last sip of her soy milk at a leisurely pace and looked up at Qiao Mengtong.

"What’s it to you?"

Seeing Qiao Jing’s tacit confirmation, Qiao Mengtong slapped her thigh and showed an ’I-knew-it’ expression, saying:

"I see now; no wonder the Zhan Family kicked you out. You surely acted indecently, had an affair and gotten pregnant with someone else’s child, and the Zhan Family just threw you out!"

When Qiao Jing heard this, she was beyond words. If she were in a comic, three vertical lines would have slid down her forehead.

"You have quite the imagination."

She was simply pregnant, but in Qiao Mengtong’s mind, that had become infidelity, indecency, and all sorts of things.

Qiao Mengtong’s power of imagination and potential for making up stories were absolutely wasted, not being used for dramas about disputes within wealthy families.

Seeing Qiao Jing deny her accusation, Qiao Mengtong sneered.

"Heh, don’t even try to deny it. Who doesn’t know about Young Master Zhan’s infertility? Madam Zhan went to extremes to seek Divine Doctor Jing several times, all in vain, right? Although I heard these things through the grapevine, they’re highly credible. After all, Madam Zhan did indeed seek out Divine Doctor Jing!"

After pouring out all this in one breath, Qiao Mengtong crossed her arms and looked disdainfully at Qiao Jing, her following words even more offensive than the last.

"If you say that baby is Young Master Zhan’s, no one will believe you! With Young Master Zhan’s infertility, where else could you have gotten pregnant? You must have messed around with some other man. I didn’t expect you to be this promiscuous. How disgraceful! Are you that desperate for love?"

Qiao Jing pursed her red lips, and without another word, she grabbed a steamed bun from the table and hurled it at Qiao Mengtong’s mouth.

"Did you forget to brush your teeth this morning?"

She was too idle to engage because it was a waste of time, but there was absolutely no need for her to endure any more when Qiao Mengtong continued to spit out such unpleasant words repeatedly.