Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Chapter 69 - 69 69 its so fragile_1

?Chapter 69: 69, it’s so fragile_1 Chapter 69: 69, it’s so fragile_1 “Go.” The man waved coarsely, and a familiar sense of thuggish dominance emanated from him immediately.

The men in black who followed him were evidently accustomed to such situations and rushed towards Jian Qing without hesitation.

“Ah––”
The onlookers panicked and quickly scattered to the side, fearing they’d be caught in the crossfire. The music had somehow stopped, and only the sounds of fearful clamor filled the air.

“Xiya, wait here for a bit.” Jian Qing assisted Xiya to a nearby chair and instructed her quietly.

Xiya, too drunk to open her eyes, nodded vaguely at hearing Jianqing’s voice.

Jian Qing smirked and turned her head to look at the men rushing towards her. Her smile carried a hint of bloodthirstiness.

The scar-faced man who was the first to reach Jian Qing tried to grab her shoulder directly, hoping to pin her down.

“Hah!” Jian Qing didn’t budge. She lifted her fair hand to grab the man’s wrist, moving so swiftly that it left everyone in the crowd dumbfounded.

“You––” The man looked at her, his pupils shrinking.

“Tsk, you’re too weak!” Jian Qing showed a trace of regret in her tone as she seized the man’s wrist and twisted lightly. The sound of a bone cracking could be clearly heard by everyone.

“Ah––”
A banshee-like scream tore through the night, shooting chills up the spines of the spectators.

That hand is definitely ruined, everyone thought unanimously.

However, this was not the end.

Jian Qing casually withdrew her hand and raised her long leg to kick out.

The move was clean and efficient, without the slightest clumsiness.

As the man writhed in pain, clutching his wrist, he felt an overwhelming and fierce momentum sweeping over him. Before he could look up to see what was going on, he felt a kick to his abdomen that bent his back with pain. He thought he heard the sound of his own bones cracking.

Within the next second, to the astonishment of everyone, his robust body soared into the air, drawing a perfect parabola before smashing into a pillar beside the dance floor.

“Ah––”
“Boom––”
The piercing scream was followed by a heavy thud.

Time seemed to stand still. The atmosphere was eerie, silent.

Was this all an illusion?

A skinny woman had just kicked a man nearly weighing two hundred pounds across the room?

Has the world gone mad? This idea popped into everyone’s head. Was she defying the heavens?

The men who were initially charging at Jian Qing froze in their tracks upon seeing Scarface’s fate and broke out into a cold sweat.

Unconcerned with the attention around her, Jian Qing withdrew her leg and picked up a tissue from a nearby table, wiping her hand calmly. She looked as though the person who just kicked a man across the room wasn’t her at all.

“What, scared now?” Jian Qing lazily taunted the immobilized men in black, not bothering to hide her provocation.

Chuckles filled the atmosphere. Zhao Cai, who used to throw his weight around because he was the only son of the Qing Gang’s Boss, seemed to have met his match this time.

“Damn woman, you’re asking for death.” Zhao Cai’s face darkened. He pushed past the men in front of him, glaring at Jian Qing, as if he could swallow her whole.

“You’re asking for a slap.” Without missing a beat, Jian Qing returned the insult. Even Bai Jue and her companions had to admit defeat in the face of her sharp tongue. “If you’re scared, get lost. Your Mama is calling you home for dinner.”

“Pfft––” This time, the crowd couldn’t help but laugh. The look they gave Jian Qing was one of newfound respect.

Such audacity, impressive.

“What are you standing there for? Are you not going to apprehend her?” Zhao Cai’s face turned red, his mung bean-sized eyes filled with malice. The audacity of this woman to mock him was unbearable.

Under the coercion of their boss, the men in black exchanged glances. After a few seconds of hesitation, they charge towards Jian Qing.

A playful smile flashed through Jian Qing’s eyes. Discarding the tissue from her hand, she glanced at the wine bottle on the table, her smile growing even colder.

Having learned a harsh lesson from their last encounter with the scar-faced man, the men in black didn’t dare to underestimate Jian Qing. They cooperated, strategically surrounding her.

“Lin Zi, you grab her arms, I’ll take care of her legs. Iron Head, you two hold her from the sides.” Facing Jian Qing, the man’s face tightened as he adjusted his stance. Maybe he didn’t realize that his voice was trembling a bit.

“If you are seeking death, I won’t be polite.”

The icy voice, echoing from the depth of the Hell Abyss, crashed heavily against everyone’s eardrums.

In the blink of an eye, Jian Qing, with a wine bottle in hand, moved swiftly between the men in black. They opened their eyes wide but could only catch a glimpse of her afterimage.

Her movements were so fast, it was almost like fast-forwarding a movie.

“Clang—clang—”
Instantly, the sound of hammering rang out. When they regained their senses and looked towards the noise, they found Jian Qing, not even blinking, smashing wine bottles on the heads of these men in black.

The wine bottles shattered, amber wine poured out, mingling with the lurid blood, splattering all over the floor.

“Ah, it hurts, my eyes.”

“Master, help—help me.”

In an instant, the men who were belligerent moments earlier were now huddled together, their faces contorted in pain. The cuts in their foreheads, caused by the shards of glass, bled profusely.

The wine, mixed with blood, flowed into their eyes. The sting made the men in black roll around on the ground in agony.

“So weak, it’s boring.” Jian Qing scowled, seeming somewhat disappointed.

She didn’t lower her voice, when the crowd heard her, they were caught off guard, involuntarily twitching.

Please tell us that this person is not a woman, right?

She is a man, right?

Not far away, Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue, who had hurried down from upstairs, coincidentally saw the scene of Jian Qing smashing the wine bottles. They exchanged glances, then turned their gaze towards Quan Jingwu.

Regrettably, Jingwu didn’t express the same surprise they did.

On the contrary, his indulgent gaze was full of laughter that could drown anyone in its depths.

They seemed to understand why he fell for Jian Qing.

Jian Qing was simply another Quan Jingwu; she was another him in this world.

They both had the same temperament, the same character. Or perhaps it should be said that they had the same soul.

That was Han Yue’s first impression of Jian Qing. Even from a distance, he could clearly sense her innate, world-defying aura.

Even when she stood still, she demanded attention. Han Yue had only seen this aura on Jingwu.

“Jingwu, you have a good eye.” Han Yue said teasingly.

Even Song Xirou, known as the first beauty of Beijing, couldn’t compare to Jian Qing in terms of beauty. Based on the groaning men on the ground, it was clear that her combat power was formidable. To find such a person, Jingwu must have been incredibly lucky.

Quan Jingwu slowly curved his lips, his focus locked onto the woman in the distance, “My wife is naturally the best.”

Han Yue was speechless, “…”

Did he have to flaunt his affection like this, so quickly?