Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Chapter 68 - 68 68 Are you sure not to let _1 open

?Chapter 68: 68, Are you sure not to let _1 open? Chapter 68: 68, Are you sure not to let _1 open? Surrounded by beautiful ladies, Han Yue’s environment considerably contrasted Quan Jingwu who sat alone on the sofa on the left side. His elongated and cold body was lazily leaning against the sofa back, his purple eyes piercing like shards of ice, menacing his friend on the opposite side. An invisible chill enveloping the entire private room came from his body.

The atmosphere, frozen.

The group of beautiful women surrounding Han Yue didn’t dare to tease him any longer and suddenly the room fell utterly silent.

Han Yue sighed helplessly, about to let the woman by his side disperse, when the door was suddenly slammed open with a loud “bang”.

“Who is it?” This floor is usually free of others, Han Yue thought it was some drunken fool who stumbled in, and he called out impatiently.

“Axuan, why are you rushing? Was a ghost chasing you?” Seeing the intruder, Han Yue was dumbfounded.

After all these years, this was the first time he saw him in such a rushed state.

Quan Mingxuan didn’t have time to banter with him; he caught his breath and said, “Ayue, quickly fetch the surveillance video from the first floor.”

Seeing his urgent demeanor, Han Yue didn’t bother to question him further. He pushed away the women around him, picked up a remote control from the table and pressed down on it, aiming it at a large LCD screen on the wall.

In an instant, the black screen flickered, and the scene from the lively first floor was displayed.

“What has happened?” Han Yue was confused, “It all seems normal, no one is making trouble.”

Quan Mingxuan ignored him, instead focusing on Quan Jingwu, his tone becoming cautious, “Jingwu, Jian Qing is here.”

As he spoke, Quan Mingxuan walked over to the screen and pointed at the podium in the center of the dance floor.

Quan Jingwu followed his gaze, seeing the beautiful face on the screen, he stared unblinkingly at Jian Qing. His gaze turned dark.

“So, you know the person?” Han Yue eagerly asked when he saw Quan Jingwu’s gaze, “Did you invite someone else to come?”

“Cough, Ayue”, Quan Mingxuan tugged on Han Yue, lowering his voice to say, “Jingwu’s wife is here.”

Han Yue’s eyes widened, his face an expression of pure shock. “What did you say? Repeat that?”

Quan Jingwu had a wife? He who has legendary hygiene obsessions?

Wasn’t he always disgusted by women coming near him?

Was it not April Fool’s Day today, was it?

Quan Mingxuan very much understood his current emotions, having personally experienced the same incredulity before.

“Jingwu, do you want to go down and take a look?” Quan Mingxuan gulped as he observed the whirlwinds stirring up around Quan Jingwu.

Whenever Jingwu flew off the handle, no one could ever stop him. Maybe he should think about staving off somewhere until Jingwu calms down.

Quan Jingwu’s long eyes were flickering between light and dark, he quickly rose and walked towards the door.

“Axuan, is Jingwu really…?” Han Yue pointed at Quan Jingwu’s retreating figure, still struggling to process what he heard.

“Although it’s hard to believe, I must tell you, it’s true.” Quan Mingxuan smiled, patting Han Yue’s shoulder, “The eternal iceberg has finally been melted.”

With this news, Han Yue almost fell over, his fair face twisted into a grimace.

Quan Mingxuan kicked at him, “Hurry up, let’s go check it out.”

Han Yue’s interest was piqued, he disregarded the assembly of beautiful women trying to detain him. “I want to see who could melt Jingwu’s iceberg personality, we should hurry up and worship her.”

While Jian Qing was fretting over how to take care of a drunk Xiya, unbeknownst to her, Mr. Jing was already en route, full battle power engaged.

She generally disliked these kinds of places; observing the crowded dance floor gave her a headache.

The center podium of the dance floor, usually crowded with people merrily singing and dancing, was now only occupied by the partying figure of Xiya.

She was clearly drunk.

“Jian, I’m here, come quickly.” Xiya stood on the stage, one hand gripping a pole, the other waving in Jian Qing’s direction. Her frail body teetered as if it might collapse at any moment.

Her slightly drunken high-pitched clamour, made the people surrounding her stop dancing and turned to look at her.

Jian Qing pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers, her lips pulling into a wry smile.

Seeing that Jian Qing was not coming, Xiya became impatient and with an unsteady gait, she descended from the stage, pushing past the people, and walked directly towards Jian Qing.

Jian Qing met her halfway and the people around her reflexively stepped aside, creating a pathway for her.

All the people looked at each other in confusion.

Why would they give way for that woman?

“Jian Qing, the wine here…isn’t bad…let’s drink together.” Xiya’s gaze was hazy. Her pale face slightly flushed from the alcohol, she hiccupped in between her sentences.

Jian Qing smelled the heavy scent of alcohol radiating from her. She reached out to support Xiya’s wavering body with a sigh, “Okay, let’s continue drinking after we go back. I’ll drink with you to your heart’s content.”

She didn’t see a point in reasoning with a drunkard. Agreeing with her and hurrying Xiya out of there was the best course of action.

“No…I want to drink here.” Xiya pointed around aimlessly, she was clearly very drunk.

Jian Qing held her hand, leading her towards the door. Seeing Xiya struggling, Jian Qing warned her softly, “Xiya, if you don’t listen to me, I will take you to the snake pit. That spectacled cobra is still longing for you.”

Despite the tone being as gentle as water, Xiya suddenly felt a chill run down her neck.

Perhaps Jian Qing’s words had some effect, Xiya obediently followed Jian Qing.

Seeing her no longer making a fuss, Jian Qing sighed in relief, pulling her along to quicken their pace towards the exit.

The smell of smoke and alcohol in there was truly irritating.

“Hey there, where did this beauty come from? What’s the rush to leave?” A large figure blocked Jian Qing’s way, the raspy voice sounding rather grating to the ear.

Jian Qing looked up at him, almost choking back her bile with disgust.

The man blocking her way was wearing a colorful floral shirt, making him look like a butterfly, coupled with a face full of pimples and layers of fat. It was absolutely disgusting.

Specifically, the thick gold necklace around his neck was shining brightly, making Jian Qing speechless.

Was a massive gold chain the standard accessory for the nouveau riche?

Being ugly wasn’t his fault, but scaring people in public was certainly his fault.

“Get out of the way,” Jian Qing coldly commanded.

“Yo, she has quite a temper. Today, I won’t move. What can you do to me?” Behind the man were several men in black, who seemed to be his followers or bodyguards.

Jian Qing curled her lips into a cold smile, “So you’re sure you won’t move?”

“I’ve made my say. I’ve taken a liking to both of you. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll come along quietly. Otherwise, I wouldn’t want to hurt your delicate skin,” The man rubbed his hands together, a hint of lewdness flashed across his eyes.

“Isn’t that the boss’ son from the Qing Gang?” someone recognized the man’s identity and exclaimed in shock.

“Who else could it be? Those two women are in for it now.”

As the crowd looked at Jian Qing, they whispered among themselves.

Jian Qing’s clear eyes flashed sharply, “Why don’t you try then?”