Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

When Yang Xiang and Yang Lin saw their mother being beaten, they quickly stepped forward to protect her, not to mention that the two sisters were unhappy with Jian Qing.

Yang Lin's beautiful eyes glared at Jian Qing angrily, "How dare you, this is the An family, so you are allowed to run wild here."

"That's right, after all, my mother can be considered your elder. You are simply going too far." Seeing that Mr. An did not say anything, Yang Xiang became bolder and accused Jian Qing rudely.

Jian Qing waved her hand, and the corners of her coquettish and ruddy mouth curled into a bloodthirsty arc, "I'd like to emphasize again, my name is Jian Qing. As for An Nuo, he died seventeen years ago, and from now on. If anyone dares to insult my mother again, it won’t be solved with a slap.”

When they heard the words "seventeen years ago", Zhou Qin and Anman's pupils shrank, and then they forcibly regained their composure.

At this time, Mrs. An spoke again, but he did not mean to blame Jian Qing. Instead, he was full of defense, "An Rong, as an elder, you don't act like an elder at all. If you continue like this, you don't have to come here again." Here it is.”

"Grandpa, you..." An Rong looked at Old Man An aggrievedly, unable to believe what she just heard. Even An Zhonghui and his party were shocked.

It was hard for them to accept that Mr. An actually wanted to drive his granddaughter out of his old house for Jian Qing.

Mrs. An's noncommittal tone made it impossible to refute. Seeing that no one spoke for her and knowing that the current situation was not conducive to her, An Rong had no choice but to knock out her teeth and swallow blood.

Jian Qing laughed softly, but there was no hint of smile in her eyes, "Don't worry, I don't care about living in this place. After all, living with some people will make you lose your appetite."

The words spoken in a neither gentle nor serious voice made Zhou Qin and others' faces darken. They didn't dislike her yet, but they were disliked by her first. This made them, who were usually aloof, how could they endure it.

Not caring what other people in the An family thought, Mrs. An immediately became anxious when he heard that Jian Qing no longer lived here, "Girl Qing, where are you going if you don't live here?"

He knew that the An family owed her what happened back then, but now that he was back, couldn't he be given a chance to make up for it?

In the entire An family, Mrs. An is the only one who is sincerely good to her. Jian Qing knows this very well in her heart, so no matter how much she hates other people in the An family, she is still grateful and respectful to Mrs. An in her heart.

Putting the blanket that had fallen on the ground back on Mrs. An's legs, Jian Qing's cold voice became warmer, "No, I can't get used to living here. It's getting late, so you should go to bed early."

Hearing Jian Qing's caring words, Mrs. An felt a little sad and his eyes were a little moist, "Then when will you come again?"

Jian Qing stood up straight, glanced at Zhou Qin and others calmly, and finally her eyes stopped on Mrs. An, "Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, I don't know, but I will stay in the capital recently."

After all, some people have to settle their accounts slowly, and there is only so much time to come. It’s interesting to see them living in panic day by day, isn’t it?

Hearing Jian Qing's ambiguous words, Mr. An frowned, and then his frown gradually relaxed when he heard that she would stay in the capital permanently.

"Then I'll send someone to take you back." Mrs. An said warmly.

Jian Qing shook her head, "No need, I can go back by myself."

After finishing her words, before Mrs. An could speak, Jian Qing turned around and left directly, even giving the other members of the An family a stingy look.

Looking at Jian Qing's walking back, Mrs. An sighed heavily. The little girl who would call him sweetly behind him was gone after all, and everything had changed.

"It's getting late, you all should go and rest."

After calling Uncle Qiu to push the wheelchair, Mr. An also went upstairs to rest, leaving the An family in the banquet hall.

Jian Qing's return caught the An family completely off guard, and the events of seventeen years ago were revealed again. That night, except for Mrs. An, no one else could fall asleep.

…

After leaving An's house, Jian Qing walked slowly alone. Under the street lamp, Jian Qing's thin figure looked a little deserted and lonely.

Jian Qing has been in the capital for several days, but she hasn't bought a car yet. It's not very convenient to take a taxi in the suburbs, so she can only wait for the car while walking.

Although summer has arrived, the evening breeze in the suburbs at night is still a bit cool, and wearing a shirt is still a bit thin. Jian Qing walked with his mind free, as if he didn't feel the cool evening breeze at all.

When I returned to the Shijin Palace, it was already past ten o'clock. I took a shower and drank a cup of hot milk and then went to bed directly.

When she fell asleep, Jian Qing couldn't help but miss the meals cooked at home in the manor.

Anyone who is familiar with Jian Qing knows that although she has a high IQ, this is definitely not reflected in her cooking skills. Jian Luo also complained that her elder sister is a kitchen killer. It is better for her to cook than to let her control the kitchen. It explodes faster.