Monopolize My Mysterious Wife-Chapter 544 - 530 Thank you boss (1)_1

Chapter 544: 530, Thank you, boss (1)_1

Chapter 544: 530, Thank you, boss (1)_1

“Yifei, stop teasing me.” Song Xirou blushed, showing a bit more shyness typical of a young lady.

Quan Yifei replied, “No way, I’m just telling the truth. Besides, I’d say that’s better than being a single dog like me who doesn’t even have a boyfriend.”

“You guys sit here, I’ll go get you some drinks and dim sum.”

With that, she got up and left.

Song Xirou subtly glanced at the ring on Jian Qing’s hand, nearly swallowed by jealousy, but held it back at the last moment.

She smiled softly and said, “Jian Qing, your ring is so beautiful, may I take a look?”

Jian Qing lowered her head, twirling the ring, and replied indifferently, “Sorry, but I don’t like others touching my things.”

“Oh, I see. Then forget it, it was rude of me to ask.” Song Xirou’s face showed a hint of regret and she awkwardly said.

“I just thought the ring was beautiful and wanted to have a look, that’s all.”

Jian Qing stayed silent, her eyes emotionless, unreadable.

“Jian Qing, didn’t Jingwu come with you?” Song Xirou asked tentatively.

A smirk flashed across Jian Qing’s eyes. She looked up at her and quipped, “You seem very interested in Xiaojing and me, don’t you?”

Song Xirou’s face froze momentarily, but then immediately replaced with a smile, “Jian Qing, don’t get me wrong. I’ve known Yifei and the others for a long time. Jingwu is notoriously aloof among us, I was just curious.”

Humph!” Jian Qing looked at her and let out a cold scoff.

“Song Xirou, it’s just the two of us in here now. If you’re going to keep pretending, it won’t be fun. You obviously didn’t take my previous words to heart. Fine, I won’t spend any more time talking to you. Just make sure you stay away from me, otherwise, I won’t show you any mercy.”

Meeting those deep, dark eyes of hers, she felt a chill down her spine. Her hand clenched tight in her pocket, overwhelmed by a sudden feeling of unease.

No, she couldn’t admit defeat.

Once she did, she wouldn’t get another chance.

“Jian Qing, I really didn’t mean anything else. I already have a boyfriend, how could I covet Jingwu? You’re really overthinking this.” She said, faking a smile.

Jian Qing ignored her and continued to play with her ring.

At that moment, Quan Yifei also returned with the drinks and dim sum.

She walked in and immediately sensed an awkward atmosphere.

“Jian Qing, here’s your juice.” She handed the juice to Jian Qing.

Jian Qing took it and got up, “I’ll go check on Xiaojing.”

“I’ll go too.” Quan Yifei picked up the tray, and followed her up.

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Watching their retreating figures, Song Xirou also got up to follow them.

Upon reaching the entertainment room on the third floor, you could hear the sound of a Mahjong game from afar.

The door was open and the three of them walked in.

“Oh, look who’s here, my sister-in-law.” Quan Mingxuan, who was sitting right across the door, looked up to see Jian Qing walked in.

Song Xirou, who came in last, darkened her eyes when she heard Quan Mingxuan’s words.

“Jian Qing, please plead with your husband not to overdo it, he’s nearly made us penniless.” Han Yue pleaded.

Jian Qing couldn’t help but laugh at his pitiful expression.

Quan Mingxuan’s smile faded when he saw the person following Quan Yifei.

Why is Song Xirou here?

Huh, seems like she just won’t give up.

“Brother, I’ve brought some pastries for you guys.” Quan Yifei put down the tray, her eyes greedily landed on the stack of cash on Quan Mingxuan’s hand.

Wow, look at all those dollar bills!

Quan Mingxuan smiled helplessly at her obsession, handed her a few red bills.

“Take this, money-lover!”

Although they’re really not short on money, it’s way more fun to hold real cash once in a while.

Quan Yifei grinned as she took the money, stuffing it into her pocket.

“Thanks, boss!” She said sweetly.

“Sweetie, come over here.” Quan Jingwu discarded a tile and looked at Jian Qing with affectionate eyes, his low voice carrying an irresistible tenderness.

Jian Qing walked over to him and was pulled into his arms before she could steady herself.

“Xiaojing, be careful not to spill the juice.” She landed on his lap, looking worriedly at the juice in her hand.

Quan Jingwu held her from behind, with his chin resting on her shoulder, “The juice is cold, don’t drink too much.”

“It hasn’t been chilled, it’s not cold. You should try it.” As she spoke, she held the rim of the cup to his lips.

Quan Jingwu took a sip while she watched him, “Is it good?”

“Sweet.” He said.

Jian Qing drank a few more sips, testing the taste.

Sweet?

It’s not bad.

Standing on the other side, Song Xirou watched the cozy scene between the two, with her eyes falling on the matching rings on their hands, a wave of rage surged in her chest.

“Hey, hey, we’re all still here, couldn’t you at least pretend we exist?” Han Yue knocked on the table, complaining.

Quan Jingwu casually discarded a tile, glanced at him and said, “If you don’t want to watch, just close your eyes.”

“…”

If he closes his eyes, how is he supposed to play?

Is this some kind of joke?

His eyes then landed on Jian Qing, “Jian Qing, do you know how to play?”

“A little, I’ve hardly played before.” Jian Qing put down the cup, picked up a piece of cake and started eating, speaking between bites.

“Do you want to give it a try?” Han Yue asked.

If Jingwu keeps winning, it’s going to be embarrassing for him.

Jian Qing arched an eyebrow and gave him a sidelong glance, “I feel like you’re trying to set me up.”

“What are you talking about, you’re hurting our relationship with that kind of talk.” Han Yue put on a full-faced grin.

“What relationship do we have?” Leaning against Quan Jingwu, Jian Qing looked at him with a teasing smile, playing coy.

“What do you think, Xiaojing?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Yue was immediately met with a cold stare from Quan Jingwu.

Under those icy eyes, he forced a smile, “Jingwu, I was just joking, really, I was just kidding.”

Damn it.

He’s going to get killed playing with this couple.

“Jian Qing, why don’t you take over for a couple rounds after Jingwu finishes this one?” Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue clearly had the same idea.

“Wanna play?” The man’s thin lips brushed against her ear, and his warm breath tickled her cheek, making her shiver slightly.

Jian Qing looked up at him, eyes of amusement, “What if I lose?”

“We’re not short on cash.” Quan Jingwu laid a large stack of bills that he had just won in front of her and said with a doting tone.

At his words, the other three at the table all looked at him with disdain.

That pile of money is theirs, isn’t it?

What does he mean they’re not short on cash? That’s clearly their money.

“Mm-hmm.” Jian Qing nodded, “You’ll have to teach me.”

His thin lips grazed her cheek, Quan Jingwu chuckled, “Ok.”