Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Chapter 321 - 321 321 Torturing the Enemy to the End (2)_1

?Chapter 321: 321, Torturing the Enemy to the End (2)_1 Chapter 321: 321, Torturing the Enemy to the End (2)_1 Chu Yihen smirked at the sight of their affectionate behavior.

He met Quan Jingwu’s gaze, a sense of confrontation evident between them.

“Gentlemen prefer fair maidens. When did my pursuit of the woman I like translate into challenging your boundaries in your mouth?”

The more he cares, the more I must compete with him.

Quan Yifei was taken aback, her eyes widened.

Chu Yihen was in love with Jian Qing.

Could it be?

When Han Yue and Quan Mingxuan arrived, they heard Chu Yihen’s words.

The two exchanged a glance, smiling gleefully.

Well, that’s it. The gloves are off now.

Chu Yihen had successfully provoked the tyrant in Jingwu.

Quan Jingwu’s purple eyes suddenly darkened, his gaze turned cold as he locked it onto him. Just as he was about to explode with fury, a delicate and soft hand covered the back of his hand.

He cast his gaze down towards the woman in his arms, the iciness in his eyes melting away completely.

Jian Qing pursed her lips and turned to look at the man dressed in a white suit across from her.

“Who you like is none of my business.”

She said calmly, paying no heed to Chu Yihen’s changing expression.

“Because, the only one I like is Quan Jingwu, no one else will do.”

Her voice was neither loud nor soft, yet everyone around heard it clearly.

The atmosphere froze, so silent you could hear a pin drop.

People around looked at Jian Qing with strange expressions, their minds in shock.

They had never witnessed a woman confessing her feelings so bluntly and yet, she did it so casually and naturally as she expressed her affection for Quan Jingwu.

It felt, like they were being force-fed dog food.

They were filled with nothing but envy.

A laugh escaped Quan Mingxuan, he glanced at Chu Yihen’s embarrassed expression out of the corner of his eye, his mood considerably uplifted.

People don’t turn around until they hit a wall, but this time they might die hitting it.

The sudden confession made some aunts particularly happy.

His thin lips stretched into a perfect curve. He looked down at the woman in his arms. His doting gaze couldn’t be concealed, it nearly spilled out.

Suddenly, he felt his wife was too dominant.

“Jingwu, the dance floor has already started, why don’t you take Jian Qing over?” Han Yue chimed in cheerfully at that appropriate time.

Today is his grandfather’s birthday banquet after all. If they start fighting here, he would probably have to kneel and face the consequences when he got home.

Quan Jingwu faintly glanced at Chu Yihen. An ominous glint flared in his eyes.

It was the first time he felt that Han Yue’s suggestion was very appealing.

Tormenting a love rival was a matter that should be thoroughly pursued, of course.

“My dear!”

He looked at her, suggesting an untold meaning.

Jian Qing met his gaze and chuckled, “What should I do?”

“I’ll teach you,” he responded naturally.

With that, he left arm in arm with her, leaving their silhouettes for Chu Yihen to see.

Chu Yihen looked unwillingly at the couple heading for the dance floor. His rationality told him that he who can bear little things can achieve great goals.

As long as they weren’t married, he still had a chance, even if they were married, there was always the possibility of divorce.

They’d see how it goes.

Seeing this, Quan Yifei got up and left with Quan Mingxuan.

“Xirou, may I invite you to dance?” An Yun came over and asked softly.

Song Xirou looked at his outstretched hand, a trace of hesitation flashing in her eyes.

Soon, she got up and reached out to his hand.

A hint of joy flickered in An Yun’s eyes as he led her to the dance floor.

An elegant melody echoed in the banquet hall, a faint yellow light enveloped the dance floor.

Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing stepped onto the dance floor and immediately attracted everyone’s attention.

“Behave,” He said softly, wrapping his arm around her slender waist.

“What if I don’t?” she retorted provocatively.

The man’s thin lips quirked into a hint of a smile, whispering into her ear, “Then be serious when we get home.”

A few short words inspired infinite reverie.

Jian Qing’s ears reddened slightly, and she stepped on his foot.

What a tease.

As another song played, Jian Qing lifted her arm to his shoulder. The casual movement was so natural that it didn’t resemble the claims of her inability to dance.

Both dressed in matching outfits, one dominant and one elegant. Even though it was their first dance together, they were exceptionally in sync.

People’s gazes followed their dancing movements, completely forgetting the presence of others on the dance floor.

They spun around and turned back.

Their eyes met, evoking a warm smile. The harmony between them seemed to exclude the existence of anyone else.

Their public flirtation gave people a sweet assault.

They were sickeningly sweet.

In the crowd, Chu Ruohan watched the two figures dancing in harmony on the dance floor, her eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness. Her long fingers dug into her palm, but she was completely unaware of any pain.

The soothing, pleasant music stopped, the dance ended.

The spotlight on the dance floor turned off. In the brief darkness, Quan Jingwu bent down and lightly pecked her red lips, pulling away immediately.

In the dark, Jian Qing met the man’s fleeting smirk. She laughed helplessly.

A few seconds later, the luxurious crystal lights lit up around them.

Quan Jingwu, leading Jian Qing, left the dance floor. Quan Yifei and the others walked over.

“I mean, if you guys want to be affectionate, go home. This place is about to become a dog slaughterhouse.” Han Yue joked as he stepped forward.

Jian Qing gave him a glance, “Wasn’t it you who brought us here?”

Han Yue choked, “…”

Okay, it was his fault.

He forced everyone to endure all that dog food.

His Karma was heavy.

He needed to repent earnestly.

“I’m going to the ladies’ room,” Jian Qing gave Quan Jingwu’s hand that was across her waist a pat, indicating him to let go.

“Can I accompany you?” he asked.

Jian Qing’s eyes twitched, “No need.”

She wasn’t a child who needed him to accompany her to the bathroom.

“Jian Qing, I’ll go with you,” Quan Yifei said.

Jian Qing nodded, and the two left together.

At this moment, in the ladies’ room, Jian Qing had finished washing her hands. She pulled out a tissue, drying her hands while waiting for Quan Yifei to come out.

In the meantime, a few women with heavy makeup walked in. Their overwhelming perfume almost made Jian Qing retch.

She didn’t recognize any of them.

“Hmm, she’s nothing special, just a vixen.” The woman in the purple sexy long dress at the front examined Jian Qing from head to toe, a trace of scorn flashing in her eyes.

Jian Qing instantly understood, they were looking for trouble.

Or should I say, they were asking for a beating?