Chapter 472: Chapter 461: Misunderstanding Resolved Chapter 472: Chapter 461: Misunderstanding Resolved “What’s wrong?”
Xu Moqian stared at Zhan Qipei with a wary face, his hand even reaching into the car window, gently tugging at Qiao Jing’s clothes.
“Sister Jing, are you really going back with him? But he has cheated.”
If this opportunity was snatched away by Zhan Qipei again, who knows when the next one would be.
Qiao Jing glanced indifferently at Zhan Qipei and slowly began to speak.
“I still need to go back once.”
Her luggage wasn’t ready; she had to return to Nantai Apartment no matter what.
Upon hearing the word “cheating,” Zhan Qipei’s face instantly darkened further, his voice deep and solemn as he spoke.
“I said, I didn’t cheat!” These words were almost squeezed out through Zhan Qipei’s teeth.
A deeper suspicion took root in Qiao Jing’s heart; Zhan Qipei’s tone was quite confident.
Could it really be a misunderstanding?
Xu Moqian did not hesitate to refute:
“Then what about you going into a hotel late at night with another woman? If that’s not cheating, what is?”
Zhan Qipei’s face remained cold; he rolled up the car window and pressed down on the accelerator.
The car raced off, leaving Xu Moqian swallowing its exhaust fumes.
Xu Moqian was stunned for a moment, and by the time he came to his senses, Zhan Qipei had already driven far away.
He clenched his fists, throwing a punch against the wall beside him, trying to vent his frustration on the wall as if it were Zhan Qipei.
The next second, his phone began to ring.
Xu Moqian pulled out his phone and saw a message from Qiao Jing.
“The designated driver is almost here, let him take you back, don’t drive yourself.”
After reading the message, Xu Moqian sniffed hard and muttered:
“Sister Jing still cares about me… it’s just that Zhan Qipei is really annoying!”
Inside Nantai Apartment.
Qiao Jing walked expressionlessly towards her room, but before she had taken a few steps, her wrist was seized.
She thought for a moment and turned back.
“How do you want to explain this?”
She was curious to know what excuse Zhan Qipei would use to prove his innocence.
She had seen it all with her own eyes. If it wasn’t cheating, then what was it?
Zhan Qipei’s gloomy expression gradually softened as he began to explain to Qiao Jing.
“That person is my younger cousin. We went to the hotel that night because she had sprained her ankle. No one else was allowed to come because she had had an argument with my cousin’s father. She secretly came back from abroad and didn’t want my mother to know in case my cousin’s father found out and took her back. I didn’t tell you the truth about being in the hotel that day because I was afraid you’d misunderstand.”
But still, misunderstanding occurred.
He had never imagined that his cousin’s issue would make Qiao Jing doubt him for so long, even considering a divorce?
If he had known it would turn out this way, he would have told Qiao Jing the truth from the start.
A look of surprise flickered in Qiao Jing’s eyes, her long lashes trembling as she said doubtfully:
“Your younger cousin? The same person who dined with you, visited your house, and was at the hotel?”
So, the person she had misunderstood for so long was Zhan Qipei’s cousin?
Those previous comments she made, about Zhan Qipei and his cousin being well-matched…
Luckily, no one else heard them…
Zhan Qipei nodded, his furrowed brows slowly smoothing out.
“Have dinner? That day she had just returned to the country, so I went to pick her up from the airport and took her out for a meal, as I was the only contact she had in the capital at the moment, so I went there,” he explained.
He said playing it this way with his cousin would certainly cause some unnecessary trouble, and now, wasn’t it just so?
It made his wife misunderstand him for so long.
After all, he is the considerate husband of the Qiao Jing family—if Qiao Jing asked him to go east, he wouldn’t dare go west. How could he possibly have an affair?
Zhan Qipei suddenly caught another sentence from Qiao Jing.
“Come home? Weren’t you not at home the day the cousin came over?”
Qiao Jing’s eyes shifted elsewhere as she pursed her red lips and briefly summarized.
“That morning I came back and heard a woman’s voice inside.”
That day, she also heard something about being pregnant and thought it involved a child with Zhan Qipei.
It turned out, everything was a misunderstanding, a huge mix-up.
After listening, Zhan Qipei walked over to the sofa, took out four exquisite gift bags, and placed them on the table.
“That day, the cousin wanted to come over to see you and even brought gifts, but it turned out you had gone out, so she left the gifts behind. If you don’t believe me, I can call the cousin,” he offered.
Qiao Jing shook her head, glanced at the gift bags, and felt remorseful.
“There’s no need, I’m sorry about the cheating misunderstanding, for misunderstanding you for such a long time.”
Now that she knew what had happened, and given the relationship between the two of them, no further explanations were needed.
She had been angry with Zhan Qipei for several days and ignored him, only to find out that it was all a misunderstanding in the end…
It seemed she needed to find an opportunity to cook a meal and properly make it up to Zhan Qipei.
Zhan Qipei carefully placed the gifts down, his expression cautiously tender, and his tone sincere.
“It’s alright as long as you’re not angry. I wouldn’t cheat on you, I definitely won’t.”
He had such a wonderful wife, how could he possibly have an affair?
In his heart, no one in the world could compare to Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing was always his number one.
Qiao Jing pursed her red lips, lowered her gaze, and didn’t say much more.
Suddenly, she remembered something.
“How did you know I was at KTV?”
Just after she and Xu Moqian had come out of the KTV, she bumped into Zhan Qipei.
But she hadn’t told Zhan Qipei where she went that day. How did this man find his way here?
Zhan Qipei took out his phone, opened his chat with Zhan Nanqing, and handed the phone to Qiao Jing.
“Nanqing sent me a screenshot. I guessed you might be there.”
Qiao Jing glanced at it and noticed a photo sent by Zhan Nanqing, a snapshot from a social media post.
It was a photo taken by Ni Yue that also includes geotagging.
But her figure wasn’t in the photo; how could Zhan Qipei have driven straight over?
Qiao Jing lightly arched her delicate eyebrows.
“I’m not in this photo, so why did you come here directly by car? What if I hadn’t been here?”
She had noticed that when Zhan Qipei arrived, his hair was disheveled by the wind, and his suit that was typically without a wrinkle was now messy and creased in several areas, clearly having come over in a hurry.
Before Qiao Jing could answer, Zhan Qipei continued, his expression filled with concern.
Zhan Qipei, holding Qiao Jing’s hand, came over to sit on the sofa.
“What would you have done if I hadn’t found you today and why do you smell of alcohol? Did you drink?”