Monopolize My Mysterious Wife-Chapter 545 - 531 Fell Down the Stairs (2) _1

Chapter 545: 531, Fell Down the Stairs (2) _1

Chapter 545: 531, Fell Down the Stairs (2) _1

All along, Jian Qing stayed cocooned in Quan Jingwu’s embrace, occasionally taking a glance at the cards on the table, seeming very relaxed.

At the end of one game, it was now Jian Qing against the three of them.

Quan Jingwu’s arm rested around her waist, his deep gaze sweeping over the cards she held; his thin lips pulled into a faint smile.

“Jian Qing, don’t worry, we’ll go easy on you.” Han Yue said with a grin, as if he could already see his lost money returning to him.

Jian Qing pursed her lips, “Thanks then.”

The sound of clacking mahjong tiles rose and fell. Compared to Jian Qing’s carefree demeanor, the other three were fully concentrated.

Losing to Jingwu was one thing, but if they lost to a novice like Jian Qing, that would truly be embarrassing.

Jian Qing drew a tile. Seeing what it was, a spark flickered in her eyes.

She showed a moment of hesitation, which immediately brightened the eyes of the three across the

table.

“Jian Qing, you can’t ask Jingwu for advice.” Han Yue reminded.

Jian Qing nodded and promptly played her tile.

In that moment, Han Yue’s eyes flashed brightly, and he immediately pushed his tiles forward.

“I’ve won!”

Having taken a beating, he had finally turned the game around.

In marriage, winning against Jian Qing was as good as winning against Jingwu.

“I’m sorry, Jian Qing. I’ll let you win next round.” He said and reined in his smile, looking apologetically at Jian Qing.

Jian Qing shook her head, “No worries, you don’t have to let me win.”

Then, she turned to look at Quan Jingwu and gave a bemused smile, “What to do? I’ve lost money.”

“No worries, after you lose, your hubby can win it back for you.” He raised a hand and ruffled her hair. His affectionate look was utterly mesmerizing.

His domineering words were brash and arrogant.

Hearing that, the three others became infuriated.

This was clearly showing contempt for them, they couldn’t accept it.

The new round began, with Han Yue being the dealer.

Jian Qing held her tiles in one hand while the other was held in Quan Jingwu’s.

She drew a tile, glanced at the three before her with a straight face. A cunning smile flickered in the depths of her eyes.

“Does this count as drawing a winning tile?”

She pushed her tiles forward, looking at them with a puzzled expression.

“…”

The muscle in the corner of Han Yue’s mouth twitched as they stared at the tile she played.

Was this skill or luck?

Damn it.

A pure suit.

If this was chalked up to luck, then it was simply too good to be true.

Quan Yifei was also left in bewilderment.

Was she really this remarkable?

Han Yue immediately looked at Jian Qing with a probing gaze. “Jian Qing, are you actually skilled at mahjong and you just pretended not to be?”

Jian Qing openly let them size her up and answered, “No, I rarely play mahjong. This is probably my third time.”

Han Yue was itching to curse.

Her third time playing, and she had wiped them out. This was contrary to common sense, right?

“Do we continue?” Jian Qing asked without emotion.

“Of course.” Han Yue said through gritted teeth.

He was nearly out of money. If he didn’t win any back now, it would be too embarrassing.

That last round… maybe Jian Qing really did just get lucky.

The third round began. The faces of the three men became more cautious, as if they were dealing with a matter of life and death.

Quan Yifei circled around, looked at their cards, and then moved next to Jian Qing. Seeing her tiles, the muscle in the corner of his eye twitched.

One second later, after seeing the tile Han Yue played, Quan Yifei held his forehead in his hand.

They were screwed!

“I’ve won.”

Jian Qing curled her lips into a smile and pushed down her tiles.

Han Yue felt like he had been struck by a bolt from the blue.

Holy shit.

Was she toying with him?

“Jian Qing, don’t tell us you are possessed by the god of gambling?” Quan Mingxuan looked at her with an ashen face and a look of resentment.

Jian Qing gave a lopsided grin, “Perhaps.”

“Ah, my money.” Han Yue watched as a large hand reached towards his side of the table, and his stack of bills just vanished.

Following the hand upwards, he met a pair of deep purple eyes and almost burst into tears.

“Jingwu, couldn’t you have left me with some?”

Unperturbed, Quan Jingwu laid all the bills in front of his wife.

“Enough game for me, I’m going downstairs to see Granny and the rest.” Jian Qing turned her head to look at him. Her smile was cunning, “Xiaojing, play well and win all their money back.”

She was still looking forward to the delicious pastries waiting for her downstairs.

“…”

Hearing that, the three men were so exasperated. Was it really necessary for her to be so cocky in front of them?

“Will I get a reward if I win?” He arched an eyebrow as he asked.

This was what he cared about.

“Yes.” Jian Qing readily agreed.

Quan Jingwu’s gaze deepened. “Remember, you said so.”

Jian Qing nodded and got up to leave.

Watching her slender Figure retreat, Song Xirou’s eyes flickered, and she quickly followed.

“Jian Qing.” A voice called out from the staircase, it was Song Xirou.

Jian Qing paused her step, turned back and asked, “What’s up?”

Song Xirou smiled gently, “Jian Qing, there will be a small banquet held by us ladies from the aristocratic families of Beijing in a few days. Do you want to attend?”

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Jian Qing, with her hands shoved in her pockets, exuded a unique cool vibe, “No need, it’s not something I’m interested in.”

“Jian Qing, why are you so hostile towards me? I really don’t want to compete with you for anything.” Song Xirou stepped forward, her voice mellow.

“Huh!” Jian Qing’s voice was frosty, “Hostility?”

Song Xirou met her gaze and stubbornly retorted, “Isn’t it?”

“You’re mistaken, I hold no hostility towards you.” Jian Qing chuckled dismissively, her gaze calm as she looked at her, “I simply don’t like you. If I were to be hostile, you’d at least need to be a worthy opponent.”

At her words, the smile on Song Xirou’s face faltered. Her face darkened, “Jian Qing, you are being too much.”

Jian Qing sneered, “Not planning on pretending any longer?”

Song Xirou’s eyes darted to the stairs before her, making her hesitant.

But she thought about Jian Qing’s words just now, and a ruthless intent sparked in her eyes.

She could take a gamble. If she won, Jian Qing’s reputation would be utterly ruined.

“Jian Qing, I’m not pretending. With you accusing me all the time, even if I were extremely tolerant, I’d be hurt. Can’t you be a little friendly to me?”

As she spoke, she reached for Jian Qing’s hand, but Jian Qing dodged away swiftly.

With a determined look in her eyes, she shut them, and took a leap into the air.

“Ah!”

She let out a cry, pushing herself down the staircase.

Watching the figure rolling down the stairs, Jian Qing narrowed her eyes, her gaze deepening.

Oh? Song Xirou, you just couldn’t resist attacking first?

If this was all she could muster, then she was truly disappointed.

“Xirou!” Upon hearing the screams, Quan Yifei was the first to rush out. Seeing the scene, he was startled.

“My dear, did you get hurt?” Quan Jingwu swiftly moved towards her and scooped her into his arms, his deep purple eyes scrutinizing her anxiously.

Jian Qing looked at him amusingly and pointed to Song Xirou tumbling down the stairs, “She’s the one in trouble.”

Rolling down so many steps, at the very least a concussion was to be expected.

It seemed that Song Xirou truly was ruthless in trying to harm her.