Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

"Xiao Jing, some people say that no matter how much you pamper me, you will never make fun of JK International. Do you think so too?" Jian Qing looked at Zhang Tong with a half-smile, and asked softly.

Zhang Tong had a bad feeling in his heart when he caught her sight.

On the other side, Quan Jingwu dropped the documents in his hand and his purple eyes suddenly sank, "Who said this to you?"

"I'll talk to you about this when I get back. You answer what I just said first." Jian Qing said.

"Whoever dares to bully you, just fight back. If anything happens, I will be responsible. If you like to play with JK International, feel free to play with it." The man said in a low voice, domineeringly.

However, for some people, these words are a reminder.

The veins on Song Xirou's forehead popped out, and a cold light shone deep in her eyes.

After hanging up the phone, Jian Qinghan glanced at Zhang Tong and raised the corners of her lips, "Do you still have doubts about whether JK International will take action against the Song family?"

"You..." Zhang Tong choked.

Jian Qing turned to look at Song Xirou, leaned down and approached her, her cold eyes wandering on her face, "Song Xirou, I will give you another chance. Is it none of my business if you fall down the stairs?"

If it weren't for Mrs. Quan's face, she wouldn't talk nonsense with her here.

The obsidian-like black eyes were covered with a bone-chilling chill. Song Xirou was inexplicably frightened, but she had already reached this point, and it was absolutely impossible for her to retreat.

"Jian Qing, I know you didn't mean it, but I'm hurt like this, why are you still so aggressive?"

There was a look of grievance on her pale face, and to outsiders, it seemed as if Jian Qing was bullying her.

Before she finished speaking, Jian Qing's eyes condensed.

"Ah!"

A cold laugh escaped from his lips and swayed in the air.

She stood up straight, looked at her contemptuously, and said in a cold voice, "Song Xirou, do you still remember what I said to you before?"

She has exhausted her greatest patience with her, and now she should bear the consequences of splashing dirty water on her.

Song Xirou looked up at her, suddenly a little scared.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Jian Qing narrowed her eyes, grabbed her collar like lightning, and lifted her up.

"ah!"

Zhang Tong stood aside and exclaimed reflexively.

"Jian Qing, what do you want to do?"

Seeing the pained expression on his daughter's face, Zhang Tong shouted anxiously and reached out to grab someone. But as soon as she stretched out her hand, Jian Qing's words made her hand freeze in the air.

"If you don't want her hands to become like Xiang Cheng's, you'd better not act rashly. I've never had a good temper."

No one in the entire capital knew that Xiang Cheng's hand was crippled by her. Zhang Tong's face froze when he thought of Xiang Cheng's tragic situation.

"What do you want?" She lost her previous toughness and asked with lack of confidence.

Jian Qing's lips curled up slightly and she lowered her eyes to look at Song Xirou, "Song Xirou, I told you not to provoke me. Since you dare to throw dirty water on me, don't blame me for being cruel."

As she said that, she held her with one hand and pulled her out of the bed.

"hiss--"

Before she could react, Song Xirou pulled the wound on her body and gasped in pain.

"Jian Qing, let me go, let me go!"

She fluttered her hands and her face turned even paler.

"Jian Qing, what do you want to do? Rou'er is still injured and cannot withstand your torture." Zhang Tong said in panic.

Jian Qing pulled her up, her eyes filled with frost, "Didn't she say that I pushed her downstairs? Since she said so, I might as well help her, lest I be thrown dirty water by her in vain. ”

Before she finished speaking, Jian Qing dragged Song Xirou towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

"It hurts, Jian Qing, please let me go..."

The injuries on her body were not healed yet, but when Jian Qing pulled her like this, Song Xirou groaned in pain and broke out in cold sweat all over her body.

"Jian Qing, let go of Rou'er!" Zhang Tong quickly chased after her.

Rui Yi and Mrs. Quan were also shocked by this scene and were dumbfounded on the spot.

In the end, Rui came to her senses. If it weren't for the wrong situation, she would have laughed a few times.

"Rui Yi, let's go take a look quickly and don't let Jian Qing act impulsively." Mrs. Quan said anxiously.

Rui Yi patted her hand and comforted her, "Mom, don't worry, Jian Qing will be measured. Don't be soft-hearted and speak for Song Xirou later, otherwise Jian Qing will be in trouble."

Mrs. Quan hesitated for a moment, remembered what Quan Mingxuan and the others said, and nodded.

"I see."

Over there, Jian Qing held Song Xirou with one hand, opened the French window with the other, and carried her out to the balcony.

She lowered her head and glanced at Song Xirou. The moment she let go of her hand, she fell to the ground. The cold and hard ground made her face twist into a ball.

"stop!"

From the corner of her eye, Jian Qing saw Zhang Tong chasing after him and shouted coldly.

Zhang Tong's legs froze in place and he looked at Song Xirou eagerly, "Rou'er, how are you?"

"Mom, save me!"

Song Xirou's eyes were filled with tears, looking pitiful.

"Jian Qing, where did I offend you? Why do you bully me again and again?"

Rui Yi and Mrs. Quan walked over and happened to hear her words. Rui Yi looked at her with a bit of ridicule.

This pitiful expression on her face felt a bit inconsistent at first glance.

Jian Qing walked up to her slowly, stretched out his hand to pull her up, and then pressed her against the railing of the balcony.

Facing Jian Qing, even if Song Xirou was on guard, she would definitely lose in terms of strength.

Her figure leaned back, half of her body hanging in the air.

"Jian Qing!"

A flash of panic flashed deep in her eyes, and the temperature of her palms became cold.

At this moment, she clearly felt that Jian Qing had murderous intentions towards her.

"ah--"

Zhang Tong covered his mouth and his pupils tightened.

"Jian Qing, what do you want to do? I tell you, you are committing murder. Let go of Rou'er quickly, or I will call the police."

Jian Qing scoffed lightly and glanced at her from the corner of her eye, "If you want to call the police, feel free to do so, but I can remind you one thing. Before the police come, I guarantee that Song Xirou will turn into a cold corpse."

"You..." Facing her cold gaze, Zhang Tong paused as he took out his cell phone, not daring to gamble with Jian Qing's daughter's life.

"Stand there, maybe if I feel better later, I can reluctantly spare her life." Jian Qing warned in a cold voice.

Then, she looked back at Song Xirou, with a cold smile on her lips, "Song Xirou, if you fall from such a high building, even if you don't die, you probably won't be able to escape the fate of lying in a hospital bed in this life."

"Jian Qing, you are breaking the law." Song Xirou tried to steady her mind and prevent herself from panicking.

"Ha!" Jian Qing raised her hand and pinched her chin, sneering, "Didn't you say that I pushed you downstairs? If I don't prove this crime, you will be wronged for nothing."

There will be more later, Wan Geng said.