Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Chapter 48 - 48 48 You can shut up_1

?Chapter 48: 48, You can shut up_1 Chapter 48: 48, You can shut up_1 In local culture respect, Khan usually communicated in Chinese at the company. Everyone was taken aback when Chu Ruohan randomly started speaking French.

Khan’s expression was aloof, completely lacking the smile he had when talking to Jian Qing, “Please, go ahead.”

Although Chu Ruohan was indifferent to Khan’s cool attitude, she looked at Jian Qing out of the corner of her eye before continuing, “It is not convenient for us to talk here. Maybe we can find some time to talk privately after the shoot.”

Chu Ruohan had studied in France, so fluent French was normal for her. Despite knowing some rudimentary French greetings, An Yu and the others could scarcely pick up a few words from what she said and were puzzled by the conversation.

Khan glanced at Jian Qing and then at Chu Ruohan with a cryptic smile. Someone seemed to mistake a tiger for a kitten; quite interesting.

“How can I refuse an invitation from a beauty?” Khan replied, his wicked smile turning the heads of many admirers.

Hearing Khan’s acceptance, pride flickered in Chu Ruohan’s eyes–an ambiguous light cast towards Jian Qing.

Jian Qing lowered her head, adjusting her camera whilst maintaining the demeanor that the chatter around her was none of her business. Yang Xiang couldn’t stand her aloofness and scornfully said, “Jian Qing, you seemed very engaged in your conversation with Mr. Khan. I bet your French is very good, isn’t it?”

At this, Quan Yifei glared at Yang Xiang discontentedly, wanting nothing more than to throw her out.

How on earth did Yang Xiang make it in the modeling industry? Quan Yifei couldn’t comprehend such a ridiculous choice for a model.

Khan remained silent and turned his attention to Jian Qing, anticipating the brewing showdown.

Jian Qing looked up. Her clear eyes swept over Chu Ruohan and the others before landing finally on Khan. “Whether my French is good or bad, you can ask Khan. After all, he is French and has the most authority to comment on it, no?” The words flowed elegantly from her lips in French.

Jian Qing’s voice was soft, yet clear enough for An Yu and the others to understand. An excited Quan Yifei’s eyes widened.

“Jian Qing, you speak French?” Given her fluency, she could be mistaken for a native speaker. Quan Yifei wondered how many more times Jian Qing would amaze her.

Jian Qing’s eyes shifted to Yang Xiang and the others with a sarcastic smile playing on her lips, “Just a little bit.”

Khan struggled to hold back his laughter, feeling slightly sorry for Yang Xiang and the others. Dealing with Jian Qing was sure to be more than they bargained for.

“You…” Yang Xiang was obviously taken aback by the response. Beside her, the blood drained from Chu Ruohan’s face. Thinking back to Jian Qing pretending not to understand French earlier, she was filled with indignation, believing Jian Qing to have been messing with her.

With a scoff, Jian Qing spoke up, “Let’s not waste any more time. If you guys don’t want me taking shots, you are welcome to step aside. I don’t have time to waste here.”

The remark was aimed at Yang Xiang and her group. The staff in the photo studio averted their eyes from their livid faces.

Provoked by Jian Qing’s words, Yang Xiang was about to lash out, but was stopped in time by the quick-thinking Yang Lin. Today’s shoot was about to get interesting.

Khan gave Yang Xiang a cold glance, his amused smile fading.

Sheesh, his jewelry was not designed for people like her.

Little did Yang Xiang know, her impulsive reaction had cost her the opportunity of being photographed.

With Yang Xiang out of the picture, the shooting began. First up were the five models Khan had brought along.

“Look over here at the camera.”

Khan’s models were his own trusted team members, who needed little direction in terms of poses and facial expressions. The most attention-grabbing figure was a slender woman. The camera in her delicate hands consistently captured the beautiful models, as her focused expression exuded an irresistible charm. She looked nothing like an amateur photographer.

Khan and Quan Yifei observed the photos that Jian Qing was taking. Khan was already familiar with Jian Qing’s photography skills, but for Quan Yifei, this was a first. The photos on the screen amazed her.

“Wow, these photos are stunning. How does Jian Qing pull this off?” exclaimed Quan Yifei, her hands covering her cheeks in awe.

“She always manages to amaze people,” Khan muttered in French, a comment that went unnoticed by Quan Yifei.

Almost as if she remembered something, Quan Yifei turned to Khan, “Khan, you must be satisfied with these photos, right?”

Gazing at Jian Qing’s retreating figure, Khan replied with a light chuckle, “Of course.”

Feeling relieved, Quan Yifei said, “That’s good.”

Without anyone noticing, it was time for Yang Xiang and the others to shoot. An Yu let her stylist adjust her hair and dress, glaring at Jian Qing.

“Look here and watch your expression.” Jian Qing took the first shot and came to a stop. Her cold gaze fell on a distracted An Yu. “If you don’t want to cooperate, please say so. Don’t waste my film.”

Khan crossed his arms, heartily agreeing with Jian Qing. On the screen, An Yu only seemed to be staring at Jian Qing. People who couldn’t control their emotions were wasting the film, not to mention everyone’s time.

“Jian Qing, you….” As the entertainment industry’s darling, An Yu had never been treated this way. From the time she stepped into this career, even the biggest directors were deferential towards her. She didn’t appreciate Jian Qing’s attitude.

Just as she was about to lose her temper, a commotion from the entrance interrupted her. The female staff members in the studio began to look excited.

“It’s the CEO, oh my god, I can’t believe I’m seeing the CEO.”

“I must be dreaming. The CEO is in the studio.”

“Pinch me. I must be dreaming.”

The studio buzzed with excitement. Upon seeing who had arrived, Quan Yifei’s face lit up. Her third brother had finally shown up. This was about to be fun.

Glimpsing the tall figure, Chu Ruohan’s heart raced and her eyes lit up with anticipation.

CEO Quan Jingwu’s arrival had caused an uproar in the studio. Jian Qing thought it was strange that the man she had seen barely an hour ago was here now.

What was he doing here?

“Jian, don’t tell me you, too, have been beguiled by his handsome face?” Khan asked teasingly. Jian Qing snapped out of her daze to look at him.

“You can shut up now.”

Khan chuckled and shook his head. His gaze towards Quan Jingwu now held a hint of admiration and respect. “I must admit, he is devastatingly handsome, I yield.”

Quan Jingwu was a deeply complicated man. Not even Black Jack and Bai Jue combined would make an opponent for him. Having him as a friend seemed a stroke of fortune. As an enemy, presumably, he would be terribly formidable.