Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Chapter 64 - 64 64 Is He Overthinking (Second Update)_1

?Chapter 64: 64, Is He Overthinking (Second Update)_1 Chapter 64: 64, Is He Overthinking (Second Update)_1 In the brightly lit night, the An family mansion was eerily silent, the tense atmosphere weighing on the servants for the past two days, living in fear of being caught in the crossfire of the masters’ ire.

Down the pitch-black corridor, a figure leaned against the wall. From the silhouette, it was vaguely discernible that it was a man. He slowly lumbered ahead, clad in a dark ensemble that rendered him almost indistinguishable from the shadows. In the gloom, his eyes were the only discernible features.

The fourth floor was seldom frequented. Aside from the occasional cleaning by servants, it remained largely vacant.

The tall, thin figure abruptly halted, extracting a card from his pocket and swiftly sliding it across the door lock.

The small button on the door flashed, emitting a ‘beep’. The man immediately glanced around, fearful of alerting others downstairs.

Assured that he was alone on the floor, the man confidently entered the room, quickly shutting the door behind him.

Fearful of being discovered, he dared not turn on the lights in the room. Instead, he used his cell phone for illumination. He walked straight to the wardrobe and instinctively attempted to open it with his idle hand.

“Damn it!”

Lifting his left hand proved to be an effort. It drooped back down after a mere couple of seconds. Only then did he remember that his left hand was technically useless, serving merely as an ornament.

A momentary irritation flickered past the dark depths of his eyes, causing him to spit out a curse under his breath. “Damn you, Jian Qing, you little wretch. I’ll make you pay.”

Recalling the person responsible for his current predicament, the man’s forehead throbbed with tension. He bit down on his cell phone that he aimed at the wardrobe and opened it with his uninjured right hand. A faint, pleasant scent wafted out of the wardrobe. Closing his eyes, he took in the scent with a deep sniff, a rather perverse expression on his face.

“So fragrant!”

Unsatisfied with just a sniff, he grabbed a clothing item and pressed it against his cheek while narrowing his eyes in pleasure.

The image of Jian Qing’s stunning face unconsciously sprang to mind, a mingling of viciousness and obsession glinting in his eyes.

After neatly arranging the garment back on the hanger, he walked towards the bed, phone in hand, and flopped down onto it, indulging in a few rolls before he finally stopped.

Jian Qing, you think you’re so virtuous, don’t you?

I can’t wait to see your reaction when you discover that your clothes and your bed have been touched by me.

After smoothing out the crinkles in the sheets he’d rolled over on, the man quickly fished out a small, black object the size of a thumbtack from his pocket. Thanks to the dim light from his phone, he quickly made his way to the bathroom.

As planned, he climbed onto the little stool in the bathroom and secured the small object in the corner of the doorframe.

Aptly, the doorframe was black, concealing the well-placed object. It would be nearly impossible to spot it without close inspection, even more so given that no one would bother to scrutinize a doorframe. It was clear that the man’s actions were premeditated.

Jumping off the stool, he wiped away the footprint he’d left on it, returned the stool to its original location, and then exited the bathroom.

Before leaving the room, he meticulously checked to ensure he had left no trace of his presence. Only then, did he exit at ease.

In stark contrast to his cautious demeanor before, he descended the stairs briskly.

“Young Master Cheng, what is the…” A voice from the third floor made him momentarily pause.

After regaining his composure, he looked up to see who was addressing him. Xiang Cheng responded with a placid face, “Qiu Bo, I came looking for Ayun. Where is he?”

Qiu Bo frowned, “Young Master Yun just returned. He is downstairs.”

“Really? I thought he was in his room. Then I’ll go downstairs to find him.” Xiang Cheng replied with a smile.

“Young Master Cheng, did you just go up to the fourth floor?” Qiu Bo’s eyes hardened as he scrutinized the changes in Xiang Cheng’s expression, probing cautiously.

Xiang Cheng responded, “I couldn’t find Ayun on the third floor and thought he might be on the fourth. But you called out just as I was about to go up. Since Ayun is downstairs, there’s no need for me to go up.”

Qiu Bo nodded and Xiang Cheng stepped around him to go downstairs. Watching his retreating figure, Qiu Bo couldn’t help but feel that something was off.

After pondering for a moment, Qiu Bo hurriedly ascended to the fourth floor. His brisk pace did not seem to match his age.

Once on the fourth floor, Qiu Bo headed straight to Jian Qing’s room. After carefully inspecting the door lock and finding no damage, he felt slightly at ease.

All the locks in the An mansion were custom-made, each room having a distinct lock. To open a door, one would either require the allocated keycard, or they would literally have to break down the door.

Clearly, the lock showed no signs of damage.

Could it be that he was overthinking it?

Frowning, Qiu Bo went downstairs. He saw Xiang Cheng chatting leisurely with An Yun in the living room. After observing them for a while and not noticing anything strange, Qiu Bo shook his head.

He hoped that he was simply overthinking things.

While chatting with An Yun, Xiang Cheng saw Qiu Bo returning via the staircase through the corner of his eye and let out a small sigh of relief.

That old fellow shouldn’t have discovered anything, right…
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At the Quan Family Mansion
After dinner, Quan Mingxuan joined Grandfather Quan for a game of chess, while Quan Yifei stood by to observe the game.

“Is Jingwu not coming home again tonight?” Grandfather Quan placed down a chess piece and opened a slow conversation, a hint of helplessness in his tone.

“Grandpa, don’t expect third brother to return these few days. He’s busy courting the future third sister-in-law.” Quan Yifei mumbled through a bite of pastry.

“What, hasn’t that lass moved back to the An Family? Did Jingwu go to the An Family?” Grandfather Quan was astonished and looked up to Quan Yifei.

“No, Jian Qing has moved back to Shijin Haoting. Second brother said third brother made a reservation at Qianshi Restaurant. I guess they are dining there.” Quan Yifei explained after finishing her pastry.