Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 782 - 782 768 Can Start Working Now (3)_1

Chapter 782: 768, Can Start Working Now (3)_1 Chapter 782: 768, Can Start Working Now (3)_1 Throughout the incident, Quan Jingwu had never appeared, further confirming his coma. Everyone in Beijing was speculating about the inside story.

Just when everything seemed to calm down, another bombshell was dropped, arousing the curiosity of the onlookers in Beijing.

Three days after the rumors started circulating, Song Xirou was discharged from the hospital. As soon as she left the hospital, she was surrounded by reporters waiting outside. The topic of the interview was undoubtedly related to the car accident.

“Miss Song, do you think the car accident was the responsibility of the CEO Quan or yours? How did the Quan family react to this?”

“Did CEO Quan fall into a coma because of the car accident? Miss Song, could you tell us about the current condition of the CEO?”

“During your hospitalization, did anyone from the Quan family visit you privately? Miss Song, could you tell us about it?”

The reporters stretched out their hands, thrusting the microphone in front of Song Xirou, all asking questions, creating a chaotic atmosphere on the scene.

In front of the TV, the Quan family’s faces were sullen, looking at the woman in the TV, surrounded by reporters, their undisguised disgust visible in their eyes.

On the screen, Song Xirou appeared in a white dress, her face slightly pale. There were some shallow cuts on her face that hadn’t healed yet, and the knee-length dress revealed all the bruised wounds on her knees.

She forced a smile and spoke with a gentle voice that evoked sympathy. “The car accident was just an accident. I think CEO Quan must have had something urgent going on to leave in such a hurry. I wasn’t badly hurt either. Let’s let bygones be bygones. Thank you all for your concern. I’m not seriously injured. So, I would appreciate it if you reporters could stop bothering the Quan family.”

“So, Miss Song, you’re saying that CEO Quan’s coma isn’t related to the car accident?” one of the reporters asked.

Song Xirou was taken aback and hesitated before saying, “Sorry, I’m not very clear about CEO Quan’s injury and coma. After all, when the accident happened, he was unharmed when he left.”

Her words were like a needle hiding in cotton. On the surface, it seemed as if she was speaking for Quan Jingwu, but she was actually implying that Quan Jingwu left her behind after the car accident, indirectly confirming Quan Jingwu’s coma.

“So, Miss Song, have you reached a settlement with CEO Quan’s side over the accident? Are you not planning to hold him accountable for fleeing the scene of the accident?” The reporter pressed, trying to dig out more explosive news.

“Sorry, I’m not feeling well, I’m going home now.”

Under the protection of her bodyguard, Song Xirou got into the car. The window rolled up, blocking the flash and microphones of the journalists.

The screen darkened as Quan Yifei turned off the TV.

“This is driving me crazy, does Song Xirou think she won’t cause any trouble?”

Madam Quan sighed deeply, “It’s been several days, and Jingwu hasn’t woken up. Now that Song Xirou and the reporters are making these comments, it’s going to cause a commotion again.”

“What does Little Qingqing say?” Mr. Quan turned to Rhee and asked.

Rhee responded, “Little Qingqing said she would handle this herself and asked us not to interfere.”

Hearing this, Mr. Quan stroked his white beard and turned to Quan Mingxuan, seeing the thoughtful look on his face, he asked, “Mingxuan, what do you think?”

Quan Mingxuan snapped back to reality, “Song Xirou’s matters are not simple. The car accident happened neither earlier nor later, but exactly when Jian Qing was kidnapped. Song Xirou must have some plan.”

“So you think that Little Qingqing’s kidnapping is related to Song Xirou?” Rhee asked.

Quan Mingxuan nodded, “Let Song Xirou make a fuss. After all, she cannot keep on going for too long. The reason why Jian Qing has been silent about her these days is because she is waiting for a chance to deal with her.”

Before he had finished, his phone vibrated.

He picked it up and saw it was from Han Yue.

“Ayue, what is it?”

“Yes, I get it, I’ll be right there.”

After hanging up the phone, he stood up.

“Second brother, what’s wrong, does Brother Han Yue need something?” Quan Yifei asked.

“Yes, Ayue has something to discuss with me, I’ll go first.” With that, Quan Mingxuan said goodbye and left.

“Rhee, check if the soup in the kitchen is ready, let’s go see Little Qingqing.” Madam Quan said.

“Okay.”

Rhee nodded and headed for the kitchen.

Quan Yifei, “Grandma, I’ll go with you.”

“Okay.”

Shijin Haoting

The bedroom was silent.

On the couch, Jian Qing looked at the computer screen, her eyes deep.

She picked up her phone and dialed a number.

“Shen Hao, it’s time to make a move.”

As the call ended, she put the phone on the table, stood up, and walked back to the bed.

She pulled up a chair and sat down by the bed, lifted the thin blanket from him, placed her pale hand on his leg, and began to massage.

“Xiaojing, wait for me to sort out everything. Will you wake up and see me then?” she said to herself, massaging his legs.

“You’ve been ignoring me for days. If you keep sleeping, the baby and I will be upset, and I’ll take the baby and run back to M Country.”

Originally, Bai Jue and others were planning to hire someone to massage Quan Jingwu’s body, but Jian Qing flatly refused. These days, she had been doing it herself.

After massaging his legs, she did the same to his hands, then used a cotton swab soaked in water to moisten his lips. It took her more than half an hour.

Jian Qing pulled the blanket up to cover him and massaged her slightly sore waist.

It was strange that her morning sickness had almost disappeared these days, occasionally vomiting only once or twice.

Bai Jue and others even made fun of the baby for having a soft spot for her mother, not wanting to bother her at this time.

“Sister-in-law, we’re here, where are you?”

From outside, the clear voice of a woman resonated from downstairs.

Jian Qing recognized it as Quan Yifei’s voice and slowly stood up to go out.

…

Song Xirou, who had dealt with the reporters and returned home, entered the living room only to find that her parents were not there.

“Where’s my mom?” She turned to look at one of the servants and asked.

The servant replied, “Madam just went out.”

“Where to?” Song Xirou found it odd. She had clearly told her mother that she would be discharged today. Why would she leave at this time?

“It seemed that she went to the Quan family’s place.” The servant hesitated before responding.

To the Quan family’s place?

Oh no.

Song Xirou’s face changed, and she quickly turned and walked out.

Her pace quickened, a stark contrast to her slow movements at the hospital entrance earlier.

“Butler, prepare the car for me.”

The fledgling buds on the branches turn green, and a gentle breeze stirs, causing the leaves to flutter.

Zhang Tong is stopped at the entrance, her gaze constantly wandering towards the Quan family mansion.

“Madam Song, please go back.” The butler stood outside the door looking at Zhang Tong, his face expressionless, “Our master said he will not see you.”