Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Chapter 282 - 282 282 What are you freaking out about (3)_1

?Chapter 282: 282, What are you freaking out about (3)_1 Chapter 282: 282, What are you freaking out about (3)_1 Quan Jingwu put down the file, and Shen Hao understood and passed him the envelope.

He reached out and took it. There was no mark on the white envelope. It was impossible to tell who sent it.

He opened the envelope and saw that there was only a folded piece of paper inside.

Quan Jingwu took out the paper and unfolded it. As his eyes met the handwriting on the paper, the corners of his thin lips slowly lifted.

“Find a vase and put the flower in it.”

At his icy voice, Shen Hao immediately understood.

By the looks of it, he probably guessed right.

It was indeed sent by his wife.

Luckily he didn’t throw it away. Otherwise, it would have been a sin.

“Yes.”

Shen Hao walked out with the flower in his hand. As soon as he left, he ran into Yi Kai squatting at the door.

“Damn it.”

He cursed softly, fearing he might have been scared to death.

“What are you doing here?”

Yi Kai stood up, glared at him, “Of course waiting for you, why are you holding a flower again?”

Shen Hao replied, “Finding a vase for the flower.”

“It really was sent by the wife?” Yi Kai fell to the ground.

“Yes, so if you’d thrown it away just now, you’d need to book a ticket to the desert soon,” Shen Hao mocked mercilessly.

Yi Kai grunted, but how could he have known?

At his desk, Quan Jingwu looked at the white paper, which contained only a few lines of writing.

It was short, but very warm.

“[Xiaojing, upon meeting you, I suddenly found that my heart can also beat so fast because of a person.]
[After seventeen years, for the first time, I don’t think I hate Beijing anymore, because Xiaojing is in Beijing.]
[Xiaojing, you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life. You can’t run away.]
[Well, this is the first love letter I’ve ever written. Although it’s short, you’re not allowed to laugh, or else.]
Compared to other people’s love letters, this four-line love letter warmed Quan Jingwu to the bottom of his heart. Between the lines, he could almost see the way she looked and laughed as she wrote the letter.

His darling, how cute!

His fingertips gently traced the writing, and his thin lips curled into a slight smile.

“Boss, the flower has been arranged.” At this moment, Shen Hao walked in, carrying a vase.

He carefully placed the vase on the table, and seeing the faint smile on his boss’s face, he couldn’t help but smile as well.

“Tell Yi Kai and the others they don’t have to work overtime tonight.” Quan Jingwu folded the letter, put it in his drawer, and locked it.

“Yes.” Shen Hao was secretly delighted.

It seemed the wife had more influence. A bouquet of flowers and a letter had put the Boss in a good mood.

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M Country
Night fell, and the bar was booming.

With the booming beats and the air filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol.

In the dance floor, men and women dancing intimately could be seen everywhere.

A slender and tall figure was weaving through the crowd, wearing a duck-billed cap and a mask, making her particularly inconspicuous in the bar.

Her emerald green eyes scanned the bar, and abruptly focused on a familiar figure at the bar counter.

She pushed through the crowded people and quickly walked over.

The man sitting at the bar counter was chugging one drink after another. A few women next to him were watching him with covetous eyes, their eyes full of infatuation.

The man had golden hair, a handsome face, and a pair of enchanting peach blossom eyes clouded with a hazy color. He’d clearly been drinking quite a bit and was slightly tipsy.

“Khan!”

A hoarse voice rang out behind him, and the man’s hand holding the drink paused.

He propped himself up on the bar counter, turned around with unsteady steps.

“Xi…Xiya!”

He belched, looking at the emerald green eyes and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

She finally appeared.

Did this mean she wasn’t avoiding him anymore?

Xiya took a look around at the women looking at Khan, her face, hidden behind the mask, subtly changing. She abruptly pulled Khan’s arm.

“Come with me.”

“Hey, wait, this gentleman hasn’t paid yet.” The bartender hurriedly called out.

Xiya held onto Khan with one hand and pulled out her wallet with the other, throwing all the USD inside onto the bar counter.

“Khan, stop pretending to be drunk.”

She felt a weight on her shoulder. It was Khan leaning on her.

Damn, he’s so heavy!

Was he a pig or what?

Without any courtesy, she pushed him away, grabbed his collar with one hand and yanked him outside.

In an unseen corner, the feigning drunk man half-opened his eyes, a satisfied smile flashing across his mouth.

Once they were out of the bar, Peter was already waiting around the corner with the car.

“My Ancestor, why are you so slow?” Peter saw them coming and hurriedly got out of the car to open the door for them, helping her throw Khan into the car.

“Where to?” Peter got into the driver’s seat, and turned to look at Xiya.

“My place.” Xiya leaned back against the seat, too lazy to deal with the man beside her.

Peter nodded and quickly started the car.

Taking a drunk man to a hotel at this moment was indeed not suitable. If the paparazzi got hold of it, they would write up all sorts of nonsense.

On the back seat, Xiya removed her mask and cap, and glanced at the drunk man.

Looking at his handsome and chiseled face, she ruffled her hair in annoyance.

Damn it, she was really crazy.

Going out at night just to find him.

Xiya’s residence was a villa in the suburbs. She chose to live there because of the good security and paparazzi couldn’t get in.

Upon reaching home, Peter helped Xiya get Khan out of the car and helped him into the room.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” Peter looked at the person sleeping in the room and asked.

Xiya shook her head. Her pink short hair was a mess. “I’m fine, thanks for tonight, Peter.”

Peter scoffed and joked, “Thank you is not necessary, just remember to give me a raise.”

After saying that, he took the car key and left.

Once the door closed, Xiya went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and then went upstairs.

Looking at the man lying motionless on the bed, Xiya frowned slightly and slapped him in the face. The force was not light, as if she were taking the chance to take revenge.

“Wake up, stop pretending to be drunk.”

Suddenly, a large hand gripped her wrist, pulled hard, and Xiya fell towards him, losing her balance.

The cup of water she was holding spilled all over the bed.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?”

Xiya was startled, but since she fell on him, she didn’t get hurt.