Chapter 260: Chapter 250: Does Qiao Jing Really Qualify to Be a Judge_3
The audience could only see the enthusiastic demeanors of the two maestros, which contrasted sharply with Qiao Jing’s polite yet somewhat distant manner.
The competition continued.
At six o’clock in the afternoon, the contest ended, and everyone began leaving the venue.
The Qiao Family also stood up and joined the crowd in exiting through the departure gates.
Zhan Nanqing approached Qiao Jing and asked, “When did you learn to play the piano? How come you never mentioned that you could play?”
“I had some exposure to it as a child, learned for a few months, it wasn’t necessary to mention,” Qiao Jing said, looking ahead.
Su Manhan and Lou Xinrou caught up with Zhan Nanqing when they overheard this remark.
“Oh,” Zhan Nanqing opened her mouth, her expression somewhat vacant.
She learned this much in just a few months? That’s so Versailles.
But then she thought of Qiao Jing’s other two impressive identities and she let it go.
Just as Zhan Nanqing was thinking this, she was grabbed from behind by someone.
Su Manhan gave Zhan Nanqing a glare, “Why are you following her? She practiced for a few months and reached this level, are you going to admire her now? Are you planning to abandon Xinrou?”
“How could I? How could I abandon Xinrou? She’s my close friend! Besides, I didn’t mean that at all, I genuinely think Qiao Jing is incredible. Her medical skills are so good, her piano mastery that strong, and there’s also Qiao…” Zhan Nanqing suddenly stopped speaking, closing her mouth, almost letting something slip.
Su Manhan didn’t pay much attention to what Zhan Nanqing hadn’t finished saying, “Qiao Jing must have said that on purpose. She must have practiced that piece for a long time, otherwise how could she play so well? Nanqing, don’t you turn your elbow outwards!”
Even though Su Manhan said this, her gaze towards Qiao Jing changed slightly.
Qiao Jing actually had such an incredible skill.
Lou Xinrou inwardly agreed with what Su Manhan said, “I’m so useless, no wonder I can’t compete with Qiao Jing… not even in piano playing…”
“There there, don’t be sad, Xinrou, what’s the use of such high talent? Qiao Jing has a bad character, I will never accept her as my daughter-in-law,” Su Manhan consoled with some sympathy in her heart.
Zhan Nanqing didn’t say anything, merely hoping her mother would remember her own words and not regret them later when she found out Qiao Jing’s identity.
As Qiao Jing was about to hail a cab to return home, she spotted a familiar car. Could it be Zhan Qipei had come to pick her up?
At that moment, she received a message from Zhan Qipei, “I’ve sent a driver to pick you up.”
Zhan Qipei, originally working at the office, had only learned about his wife’s role as a judge after receiving a message from Zhan Nanqing. He then inquired about the end time of the event and arranged for a driver to pick her up.
He had also managed to get home before Qiao Jing arrived.
As Qiao Jing opened the front door, she suddenly encountered a dark figure lunging at her. She instinctively stepped back, but the person accurately embraced her.
Before Qiao Jing could speak, she was lifted into the air, “What are you doing? Put me down.”
Zhan Qipei refused to let go and spun around with Qiao Jing in his arms several times, “My wife is not only the foremost agricultural expert Professor Qiao, but she is also the best doctor in the capital, and she can play the piano, even serving as a judge in a piano competition. I’m so proud! It truly befits me, such good judgment!”
Qiao Jing rolled her eyes speechlessly, cynical about such narcissism.
She pushed at Zhan Qipei, trying to get down, “Can you put me down now?”
Zhan Qipei held onto Qiao Jing’s waist tightly, reluctant to let go, “If I had known, I would have rescheduled the meeting to accompany you to the piano contest, just to see what my wife looks like as a judge.”
He carried Qiao Jing towards their bedroom.
In a whirl, Qiao Jing found herself lying on Zhan Qipei’s bed.
“Okay…” This time Qiao Jing pushed the person away from her.
As Zhan Qipei tried once more to return to the bed, Qiao Jing suddenly felt nauseous, a wave of vomiting washing over her.
Her face turned somewhat pale as she clutched her stomach and rose to her feet.
The scene frightened Zhan Qipei, who immediately stood up from the bed, and cautiously asked, “What’s wrong? Did I press on something?”
Qiao Jing waved her hand, unable to speak at the moment. Her complexion wasn’t good, and a dense sweat broke out on her forehead, forcing her to sit on the bed to recover.
“Is it because I made you dizzy? Are you okay? Do you still feel sick? Drink some water and take it easy,” Zhan Qipei hurriedly poured Qiao Jing a glass of water, looking at her with self-reproach.
Seeing him act like a child who had done something wrong, Qiao Jing couldn’t help but find it a little funny. Worried that he might overthink, she suppressed the discomfort in her stomach and said, “I’m fine.”
“I’ll call the doctor to come over, just wait a second,” Zhan Qipei said as he took out his phone. But before he could dial the number, Qiao Jing stopped him.
She found Zhan Qipei’s hurried actions somewhat amusing, “I’m a doctor myself.”
“A physician cannot heal thyself, I’d better call Zhou Fu over,” Zhan Qipei switched to a different app, intending to call Zhou Fu.
“No need to call. Don’t make such a fuss, I can just take my own pulse,” Qiao Jing stopped Zhan Qipei and reached out to check her pulse.
Qiao Jing’s fingertips touched her pulse, and Zhan Qipei kept an eye on her hand, waiting for her to describe her condition.
As seconds ticked by, an unusual expression appeared on Qiao Jing’s face, her pupils quivered slightly, and she took her pulse again uncertainly.
The result was the same as before, and her peculiar expression was fleeting, as she feigned an air of it being no big deal.
However, Zhan Qipei caught the emotion on Qiao Jing’s face and became somewhat anxious, watching her intently with a look of concern, “How is it? If it’s not okay, I’ll go and call Zhou Fu.”
Could she have contracted a serious illness and be reluctant to tell him for fear of worrying him?
Yet, Zhan Qipei had another thought, which he quickly dismissed. How could he think she was pregnant? He had seen her taking birth control pills with his own eyes.
But inside, Qiao Jing was experiencing a massive upheaval.
How could she be pregnant!
It was supposed to be a safe period.
Qiao Jing’s brow furrowed involuntarily, and she grew increasingly anxious.
In all her life, she had never encountered something as tricky as this.
Being pregnant was one thing, but to be expecting triplets!
These were three lives, and it would be too selfish of her to just terminate them.
Moreover, this matter must not be revealed to anyone, especially Zhan Qipei, it had to be kept a secret!
“I ate something that was too cold, my stomach doesn’t feel good, but it’s nothing serious,” she replied.
Qiao Jing withdrew her hand, acting as if nothing had happened.
Yet, Zhan Qipei couldn’t put his mind at ease and observed Qiao Jing’s complexion all evening.
When it came time to sleep, he chose to stay in Qiao Jing’s room, moving his laptop over to work with her.
“Go back to your room to sleep,” Qiao Jing said, flipping through a medical book in her hand, while the person in her peripheral vision remained.
“I need to stay here. You’re not feeling well; if you experience any discomfort, I can take care of you immediately,” Zhan Qipei insisted, refusing to leave regardless of what Qiao Jing said. When it was time to sleep, she pulled up the covers and went to sleep without further argument.