Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 792 - 792 778 Only Make Her More Unlucky (3)_1

Chapter 792: 778, Only Make Her More Unlucky (3)_1 Chapter 792: 778, Only Make Her More Unlucky (3)_1 Jian Qing nodded and Jian Luo took the bouquet, replacing the withered roses in the vase.

“Bai Jue, how is he?” Jian Qing went to the bedside, looking down at the man with a bewitching sleeping face.

Bai Jue withdrew his hand, pocketing it, “He’s as usual.”

Hearing this, Jian Qing’s eyes dimmed.

“How is the Song Group’s affairs going?” Bai Jue diverted the topic.

Jian Qing, “Very smoothly.”

“Did Song Xirou tell the truth?” Bai Jue asked.

She shook her head. Bai Jue wasn’t surprised. After all, some people wouldn’t turn back even after hitting a wall. Clearly, Song Xirou was one of them.

“What are you planning to do?”

Jian Qing reached out to hold Jingwu’s hand, her eyes deep, “If she doesn’t confess, we’ll only make her more unlucky.”

Bai Jue slightly raised his eyebrows, agreeing with her statement.

Maybe she’ll come to her senses after she’s had some hard times.

“Sister, Grandpa and dad are flying in tonight.” Jian Luo said as she arranged the flowers.

Jian Qing hummed in reply, applying ointment to the scabbed wounds on Jingwu’s hand.

Bai Jue glanced at her, signaled to Jian Luo, and the two quietly walked out.

The snowball was lying on the carpet, its shiny black eyes staring at the roses in the vase, unusually quiet.

If the beauty was unhappy, it was unhappy too.

…

The news of the Song Group’s acquisition spread throughout Beijing, and thanks to this news, the Song Group made the headlines several times.

Song Xirou was home recovering from her car accident and subsequent fall in the meeting room. But even during her recovery, she couldn’t sit still, busy contacting groups about to divest.

In her luxurious room, Song Xirou sat at the dressing table, an eyebrow pencil effortlessly tracing her eyebrows.

After applying ointment for a few days, the swelling on her face had finally disappeared. After putting on foundation, the little wounds on her forehead were hardly visible.

Suddenly, the phone on the dresser vibrated.

She reached out to pick it up, a twinkle in her eyes.

She put down her eyebrow pencil and quickly answered the call.

“Chairman of Qiao Group, I’ve been waiting for your call, are you free now? I can visit you.” Her voice softened, enticingly sweet.

“Great, send me the address, I’ll be there in an hour.”

After hanging up, the smile on Song Xirou’s face faded instantly, replaced by a stern look.

For her, the chief Miss of the Song family, to grovel and seek help was all Jian Qing’s fault.

She would never let her take the Song Group, never.

After applying her makeup, she changed into a professional suit. Carrying her bag and documents, she left.

“Xirou!”

From the side came a man’s deep voice, Song Xirou’s action of opening the car door paused.

She turned around, it was An Yun.

“Xirou, where are you going?” An Yun quickly walked over, his eyes scanning Song Xirou. Seeing her beautiful face, a dark color flashed deep in his eyes.

Song Xirou looked at An Yun, a cold laugh rising in her heart.

He kept saying he liked her, but when the Song Group ran into trouble, he didn’t lend a hand. His cheap proclamation of affection really stung.

“I’m meeting a client, is there something wrong?”

Her indifferent attitude made An Yun lose face, “Xirou, I travelled abroad for work a while ago and just returned yesterday. I was shocked when I heard about the Song family’s situation. Are your wounds healed?”

“Mr. An doesn’t need to worry about me. If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving.” Song Xirou held her files, her tone cold.

An Yun reached out to grab her arm, “Xirou, listen to my explanation. I just found out about your accident, don’t worry, I’ll definitely help you. Even if you lose everything, I’ll still marry you.”

“Huh.”

She scoffed at him, looking him in the eye, “How can you help me? Dare you oppose Jian Qing?”

“I…” An Yun was speechless.

Song Xirou yanked back her hand, “Forget it, An Yun, I can’t afford your so-called affection…”

Before she could finish, An Yun grabbed her and kissed her.

“Um–”

Song Xirou’s eyes widened. After a moment of shock, she forcefully pushed him away and was about to slap him.

“You’re shameless.”

An Yun grabbed her wrist, his eyes dark, “Xirou, I’ve pursued you for so long, but all you’ve ever cared for is Quan Jingwu. The Song family’s about to collapse under your management, won’t you wake up?”

Enraged, Song Xirou yanked back her hand and got in the car without saying a word.

The car door slammed shut, she rolled down the window, threw a line and drove away.

“An Yun, you say you like me, have you ever offered me any sincerity?”

She spent her whole youth, giving everything to love Quan Jingwu, while he, An Yun, only ever claimed to like her.

Put bluntly, his affection was nothing compared to hers.

An Yun stood where he was, watching her car disappearing into the distance, a mocking smile appearing in the corner of his mouth.

Sincerity?

Ha, she was still too naive.

In aristocratic dynasties, what is sincerity?

Lan’an Club

“Welcome.”

The waiter at the entrance bowed and spoke.

Song Xirou, wearing sunglasses and stepping on high heels, walked arrogantly into the club.

She walked to the reception desk, asking coldly, “Where is the chairman of the Qiao Group?”

“Please follow me.” The receptionist smiled politely.

Lan’an Club was one of Beijing’s favorite gathering places for the rich. Song Xirou had also been here several times since starting work at the company.

Receptionist, “Chairman of Qiao Group is in this private room.”

Song Xirou nodded, picked up her documents, pushed the door open, and walked in.

The strong smell of alcohol and smoke filled the air, causing Song Xirou to frown, suppressing the impulse to turn around and leave, she scanned the room.

Suddenly, her gaze fixed on a middle-aged man playing pool not far away.

Chairman of the Qiao Group, Qiao Hai.

“Mr. Qiao, take a break and drink.”

A scantily-clad woman handed the man a glass of wine, nearly throwing herself into his arms.

Qiao Hai sipped the wine the woman handed him, his small eyes wandering over the woman’s fiery figure.

Song Xirou suppressed her revolt, and briskly walked over.

“Mr. Qiao!”

“Oh, it’s Miss Song.” Qiao Hai saw Song Xirou, his eyes lit up. He released the woman in his arms, and walked over to greet her.

“How could you not make a sound when you arrived? I would have had someone welcome you.”

Sensing Qiao Hai’s lingering gaze, Song Xirou stifled her anger and said, “Mr. Qiao, I’m here to discuss the cooperation between the Song Group and the Qiao Group. Please give the Song family one more chance and don’t withdraw your funds impulsively. I won’t let you make a loss.”

Gross old man, truly revolting.

“What’s the hurry, let’s sit down and talk.” Qiao Hai grasped her hand, her smooth soft hand made him squint.

Song Xirou took a deep breath, subtly pulling her hand back, “Mr. Qiao, your time is precious. I won’t waste it. Please review this document.”