Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Jian Qing raised her eyelids lightly, glanced at the two of them, and said in a cold voice without any warmth, "If nothing happens, please do."

As soon as she finished speaking, she held the doorknob and was about to close the door.

"Wait a minute, Jian Qing, I really have something to tell you." Zhou Qin reached out to block the door and said hurriedly.

"Let us go in first and then we can talk. It's about your mother."

Jian Qing raised her eyes and looked at her intently, then said calmly, "You only have fifteen minutes."

After saying that, she turned around and walked back into the house.

Zhou Qin breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other with An Rong, and then walked in.

As soon as she walked in, An Rong subconsciously looked at the decorations in the living room.

Having been pampered since she was a child, she has naturally developed a keen eye for identifying famous brand treasures.

The design of the living room is simple yet luxurious, and both the furniture and furnishings are made by famous artists.

He was already jealous of Jian Qing living in Shijin Palace, but now that he saw the furnishings in the house, a strong feeling of jealousy surged in his chest.

What kind of backer does Jian Qing have behind this little bitch?

"Ouch——"

A long roar broke through the air, frightening An Rong and Zhou Qin to the point where their faces turned pale.

An Rong came back to her senses and followed the sound. When she saw the huge thing clearly, she subconsciously took a few steps back.

This, this is - a wolf?

Xueqiu stood up with strong limbs and stared at An Rong and An Rong with his dark and shiny eyes, as if he was about to attack them in the next second.

Looking at the snow-white wolf with a tuft of red hair on its head, An Rongge thought of the snow wolf raised by Quan Jingwu.

No one in the entire capital knows that Quan Jingwu has a snow wolf, and no one else dares to get close to it.

Could it be this one?

Jian Qing sat down on the sofa, looking at Xueqiu as he stared at Zhou Qin and his daughter with vigilant eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"Snowball, come here."

Hearing Jian Qing's voice, Xueqiu howled at Zhou Qin and the others, and ran to her side randomly.

"Be good." Jian Qing raised her hand and touched its furry head, soothingly.

Not far away, watching the scene of Xue Lang getting close to Jian Qing, An Rong and An Rong still had a bit of fear on their faces.

After appeasing Xueqiu, Jian Qing raised her head and looked at Zhou Qin and the other two.

She warned in a calm voice, "Your time is limited."

Zhou Qin glanced at Xue Lang and didn't dare to step forward. She took a deep breath and said, "Jian Qing, it's Aman's fault for hiring someone to deal with you, but you have also hurt her. Please be patient and let go." She's a horse."

This was the first time that Zhou Qin spoke so politely to Jian Qing. In the past, his words were all sarcastic.

Jian Qing pulled her lips and smiled, looking at her with interest, "You want me to let Anman go, huh?"

Zhou Qin's eyes tightened and he nodded.

Jian Qing's red lips opened slightly and she coldly uttered three words, "Impossible."

Let Anman go so that she can try to kill her again?

Oh, dreaming.

"Jian Qing, you..." Zhou Qin looked ugly, angry but unable to express it.

She begged her in such a lowly manner, but she was still so hard-hearted.

If it weren't for Aman, she wouldn't come here to see her face.

Just because she could bear it, it didn't mean An Rong could bear it too.

"Jian Qing, don't go too far. My mother has begged you so lowly. What else do you want?"

Jian Qing raised her eyebrows lightly, "Do I want you to beg me?"

An Rong choked, "..."

Zhou Qin pulled An Rong's hand and signaled her not to do anything bad.

She looked up at Jian Qing and said, "Jian Qing, as long as you let Aman go, from now on you can come in and out of An's old house as you please, and we won't say another word. I guarantee that Aman won't cause trouble for you again."

Hearing this, Jian Qing's eyes turned cold, and the corner of her lips curled up with a touch of sarcasm, "It seems you still haven't understood the situation. Just because you like living in An's old house doesn't mean I like it too. And now I'm the one causing trouble for Anman," she thought. You will probably have to wait for the rest of your life to cause trouble for me.”

Zhou Qin, who had been arguing with her for a few words, had no trace of her face. She thought that she, the dignified old lady An, had always been the object of favor from others, but now she was actually begging for a little girl.

"Jian Qing, tell me, what do you want?" An Rong said unbearably.

Jian Qing changed the subject and said calmly, "Didn't you just say you had something to say about my mother?"

If it weren't for this, they wouldn't even be able to take a step in.

"This -" Zhou Qin became hesitant. She said that sentence casually because she was afraid that Jian Qing wouldn't listen to them.

Seeing this, Jian Qing still didn't know anything, her face turned cold, and the corner of her mouth raised a thin arc, "It seems you can leave."

The goal has not been achieved, how could Zhou Qin be willing to leave like this.

"Jian Qing, just say what you want, as long as you can let Aman go."

Jian Qing stood up slowly, with a chill in her eyes, "What if I said I wanted you to pay for my mother's death?"

Facing Jian Qing's eyes as deep as a cold pool, Zhou Qin's pupils shrank slightly and he staggered.

"I……"

A hint of guilt flashed in An Rong's eyes, but her mouth remained unforgiving, "Jian Qing, your mother's death is none of our business in the first place, and we didn't kill her."

Before he finished speaking, the temperature in the living room dropped suddenly, as if he was in a cold pool.

Jian Qing looked at her coldly and said coldly, "Say it again."

A chill ran up her spine, and when An Rong reached her lips, she was speechless when she met Jian Qing's cold eyes.

As if sensing Jian Qing's bad mood, Xueqiu stood at her feet, staring at them fiercely with his dark eyes.

"If you don't want Anman to die in prison, get out of here now." Jian Qing lost her patience and said in a cold tone.

An Rong looked at Jian Qing with blazing eyes. Before she could speak, Zhou Qin grabbed her first.

"Ah Rong, let's go."

Aman was injured all over his body now, but he couldn't withstand other torture.

"Mom, but..." She didn't achieve any purpose of coming here, and she was even humiliated by Jian Qing, a little bitch. Thinking about it, she was not willing to accept it.

"Snowball!" Jane shouted quietly.

Xueqiu's dark eyes lit up, and his huge body quickly rushed towards Zhou Qin and the two.

An Rong was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she quickly helped Zhou Qin leave.

"Mom, let's go quickly."

Just as he walked out of the door, Xueqiu bit An Rong's skirt, his sharp teeth shining coldly in the sun.

"Ah, let go, you beast." An Rong's legs went weak and her hands were trembling, pulling on her skirt.

Suddenly, there was a "tearing" sound, and the skirt was torn, and An Rong's underwear could almost be seen.

Her dress!

"Ah -" An Rong's face turned purple and she pulled down her skirt with both hands, trying to cover it up.

Damn beast.

"Snowball, come back."

Jian Qing's voice came from inside the house.

Snowball spit out the torn piece of skirt fabric and went back to the house with his tail wagging.

As soon as it entered, the door closed with a bang.

An Rong looked at the closed door, her body shaking with anger, like a shaking sieve.

"Jian Qing, you and I are at odds with each other."

Fortunately, the flow of people in Shijin Palace has always been very small, otherwise An Rong would have been in a big embarrassment this time.

"Ah Rong, hurry back to the car first. It won't be good if someone sees you later." Zhou Qin urged.

An Rong crossed her legs, holding the bag in her hand to cover herself, and walked awkwardly towards the car not far away.

Damn it, she must get back today's debt.

In the living room, Jian Qing was sitting on the sofa. She suddenly lost the mood to have breakfast and took the computer to process the documents sent from the headquarters.

Time passed quietly, and Snowball squatted aside quietly eating his snacks.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated.

Jian Qing took it and took a look, her eyebrows arched.

After pressing the answer button, the man's magnetic voice came, "My dear, are you awake?"

Jian Qing glanced at the time on the computer screen. It was past two in the afternoon. Did he have the nerve to ask her if she was awake?

"Not awake," she said devilishly.

Quan Jingwu smiled softly, "Baby, I have a meeting later, and I left a document at home. Please deliver it to me."

"Where is it?" Jian Qing closed the computer, stood up and walked upstairs.

"Well, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Jian Qing changed her clothes, picked up the documents and went out.

…

JK International

CEO's office

Shen Hao didn't squint, his ears quietly perked up, listening to his boss's call.

It's obvious that Boss just misses his wife, yet he still has to find an excuse.

Documents needed for meetings, hahaha.

He has never seen Boss bring documents during meetings.

"Chen Hao, please inform me that the meeting will be postponed for one hour." Quan Jingwu put down his phone and said in a cold voice.

"Yes." Shen Hao nodded and couldn't help complaining in his heart, "Look, look, the meeting was immediately postponed as soon as Madam arrived."

Poor them, they have to eat dog food again.

After taking the signed documents, Shen Hao left silently and returned to his office.

"Hey, Shen Hao, what time is the meeting?" Ming Dong asked when he saw Shen Hao coming back.

Shen Hao put the documents on the table and said helplessly, "The meeting will be delayed for one hour."

"Why?" Yi Kai turned around and asked.

Shen Hao, "Madam will be coming later."

Everyone understood instantly.

Oh, so that’s it, the Boss is acting for personal gain!

As soon as Jian Qing arrived at JK International, she took the elevator directly up without any obstruction, no one dared to stop her.

Just kidding, the future CEO’s wife, they are not stupid. If they stop her, they are waiting to be fired.

When they reached the top floor, Jian Qing passed by the think tank's office and saw that they were all working, so she didn't want to disturb them.

"Madam." Xiao Lu was sitting close to the door. He noticed Jian Qing passing by the door with sharp eyes and shouted with a smile.

He shouted, instantly attracting the attention of others.

Jian Qing curled her lips and waved to them, "I'll send documents to Xiao Jing, you guys are busy."

After saying that, she walked straight to Quan Jingwu's office.

"Knock knock——"

The office door was open, so she raised her hand and knocked, with a hint of teasing in her eyes.

"Boss, can I come in?"

There was a hint of smile in the cold voice, and the man who was working on the documents with his head down suddenly raised his head.

What caught his eyes was the woman's smiling face.

He put down his pen and leaned back, with a smile on his eyes, "Okay."

Jian Qing gave him a look and behaved well even though he got an advantage.

She walked in slowly, walked around the desk, and walked to him, "Is this it?"