The Time-Limited Love and Marriage-Chapter 545

Fu Shaoquan not only aimed his gun at Jiang Moxi but also commanded Old John, "Take action! Otherwise, don’t expect to receive the final payment."

But unexpectedly, upon his command, Old John’s gun was pointed directly at the back of his head.

The butler, protective and urgent, immediately aimed his gun at Old John.

And naturally, Old John’s subordinates wouldn’t just stand by and watch their leader be threatened; they quickly aimed their guns at the butler.

"Old John, you’ve turned traitor? You know this is a major taboo amongst mercenaries," Fu Shaoquan rebuked.

But Old John, unbothered, said, "If you had told us the full name of the target, we definitely wouldn’t have taken your contract. It was you who deceived us, why blame us?"

Indeed, Old John Mercenary Corps had taken up the job for Jiang Moxi because Fu Shaoquan had only mentioned that the target was ’Miss Xi.’

However, in Fu Shaoquan’s eyes, Miss Xi and Jiang Moxi were just names without much difference.

So he scoffed, "What’s the difference?"

Old John said, "The difference is huge. If you had given the full name, not only would we not have accepted your contract, but I can guarantee that other mercenary corps wouldn’t have either."

Old John then questioned Fu Shaoquan, "Do you know why?"

"Why?" Fu Shaoquan’s gaze once again fell on Jiang Moxi.

Could it be because of the Feng Family’s influence?

It’s said that Feng Yu handles many operations that straddle the line and has close ties with many underworld figures.

Could it be because Jiang Moxi is his sister that Old John or the other mercenaries were cautious?

But the girl being watched, still calmly opened her biscuit wrapper, as if their conversation had nothing to do with her.

"Because she is the undisputed queen of the mercenary world, Dead Ghost! Previously, when Orion attacked in full force, she wiped them out completely. Who would dare provoke her again?"

Fu Shaoquan’s expression finally changed.

Dead Ghost...

Even though he wasn’t involved in the mercenary world, he had heard of the legend of Dead Ghost.

But how could Jiang Moxi be this Dead Ghost?

She’s only so young?

Besides shock, Fu Shaoquan was more concerned.

Fu Youhan had become so powerful that he was completely out of control. If Jiang Moxi escaped danger and returned to his side, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.

With this thought, Fu Shaoquan, resolved to go all out, immediately aimed his gun at Jiang Moxi and fired.

The butler also instantly understood what Fu Shaoquan intended to do and hurriedly followed suit, firing at Jiang Moxi.

But Jiang Moxi reacted very quickly, dodging the two bullets, then pulled out her Plum Blossom Spear.

Two consecutive shots, and the hand Fu Shaoquan had used to fire was pierced through, and his butler next to him also fell to the ground, a Blood Plum Blossom blooming on his forehead.

Fu Shaoquan watched the blood spread across the ground, along with the body of his long-serving butler, almost in a disdainful tone.

"So the renowned Dead Ghost also fails sometimes?"

Fu Shaoquan thought that if Jiang Moxi was really the Dead Ghost, he would be dead just like the butler, neat and clean.

It’s said that no living thing survives where Dead Ghost has been.

But now, since Jiang Moxi hadn’t killed him, Fu Shaoquan felt the claim of her being Dead Ghost needed verification.

Of course, Fu Shaoquan’s doubts were also voiced for Old John and his men to hear, hoping they would realize Jiang Moxi wasn’t really the Dead Ghost.

Once Old John and his men stopped believing in Jiang Moxi’s identity, they would feel deceived by Jiang Moxi, and then engage in a fierce battle with her.

But just as Fu Shaoquan was calculating, Jiang Moxi smirked and said, "If I hadn’t signaled to them, you would already be a hornet’s nest."

Fu Shaoquan’s gaze slightly tightened; he also realized that Jiang Moxi was intentionally sparing his life.

"You’re not killing me? For the sake of that boy Fu Youhan?"

Jiang Moxi didn’t respond, but partly, it was indeed for Fu Youhan.

Regardless, Fu Shaoquan was nominally Fu Youhan’s father, so she wouldn’t dispose of him so rashly.

But as for how exactly to deal with him, Jiang Moxi hadn’t figured that out yet.

So Jiang Moxi just instructed Old John: "Just keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn’t escape or die. I have an appointment to see a show, I’m leaving now." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Then what about his daughter?" Old John asked.

Jiang Moxi turned around and glanced at Fu Shaoquan, seeing him staring at her with deep black pupils.

But Jiang Moxi thought, Fu Shaoquan still cares about Fu Wangning’s well-being.

Otherwise, Fu Shaoquan wouldn’t have tried to start a fight with Old John and the others when he sensed Fu Wangning was in danger just now.

Despite his ruthlessness, Fu Shaoquan still can’t bring himself to harm his children, which reminded Jiang Moxi of Jiang Guosheng and Yu Man.

Jiang Moxi took a deep breath to suppress the sourness at the tip of her nose and then said: "Keep them together."

Upon receiving the order, Old John and his men dragged out Fu Wangning, who was previously thrown behind oil barrels, and removed the tape from her face.

Fu Wangning immediately became furious and yelled at Jiang Moxi: "Jiang Moxi, you said if I gave you the money, you would let me go. Why are you still imprisoning me?"

But no matter how she yelled, Jiang Moxi’s departing footsteps did not halt because of her.

Her struggling and yelling, however, annoyed one of Old John’s subordinates, who immediately slapped Fu Wangning.

"What are you yelling for? Shut up!"

Then, Fu Wangning was thrown next to the butler’s corpse.

She saw the Blood Plum Blossom blooming between the butler’s brows and was so scared that she kept scooting backwards.

In doing so, she bumped into Fu Shaoquan who was tied up.

Fu Wangning quickly turned her head to look at Fu Shaoquan, but he just scolded: "Useless trash!"

Fu Wangning had said she wanted to watch Jiang Moxi die with her own eyes, and Fu Shaoquan had tacitly agreed.

But now, this has gotten him captured by Jiang Moxi.

Moreover, Fu Shaoquan was angry that Fu Wangning, out of fear for her life, was swindled by Jiang Moxi.

If this isn’t useless trash, what is?

Fu Wangning had originally hoped that since Fu Shaoquan was her biological father, he might be somewhat kind to her.

But clearly, she didn’t meet Fu Shaoquan’s expectations, and getting fatherly love from him was nearly impossible.

Disappointed, Fu Wangning simply buried her head low, refusing to look at Fu Shaoquan, or interact with him...

*

On the other side, Jiang Moxi and Yu Dingding watched a show.

Unexpectedly, when they came out of the show venue, Fu Youhan and Ye Chen were waiting outside the door, each holding a bouquet of roses.

Fu Youhan stepped forward, handing the bouquet to Jiang Moxi: "Feeling better?"

"Yes, much better."

Jiang Moxi took the bouquet, sniffed it lightly at the tip of her nose, and her lips slightly curled.

The sudden death of Jiang Tairan indeed had dealt her a big blow.

But the Feng Family, her lover, and her friends all tried to uplift her with their actions, wanting to make her happy.

So she thought, she is both unfortunate and fortunate...

"I had a tuna and two king crabs air-flown here today. The chef said we could make eight dishes from one crab, want to give it a try?"

Fu Youhan wrapped his arm around Jiang Moxi, kissing her on the cheek.

Ye Chen teased Yu Dingding on the side: "You saw Brother Han kissing, how about we also share a kiss?"

But Yu Dingding stuffed the bouquet back into his chest: "Kiss the flower instead. I accepted it because it’s too pretty to waste, and now you want to take it too far?"

Yu Dingding dropped the remark and no longer looked at Ye Chen, turning her head to inquire Jiang Moxi: "Moxi, do you want to change your clothes? That stain looks weird."

Fu Youhan, hearing Yu Dingding’s words, couldn’t help but follow her gaze to look at the so-called stain on Jiang Moxi’s clothes.

A hint of dark brown stain, dripping under the logo of Jiang Moxi’s T-shirt, was not very noticeable, and if Yu Dingding hadn’t suddenly brought it up, Fu Youhan wouldn’t have noticed.

But now, Fu Youhan staring at the stain, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Because he felt that the stain looked like... blood!