Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 871 - 871 857 Old Master Ans accident (2)

Chapter 871: 857, Old Master An’s accident (2) Chapter 871: 857, Old Master An’s accident (2) After saying that, she went back to sit in front of the cash register, her gaze drifting toward the sofa, somewhat distracted.

…

In the cool breeze of the evening,

after dinner at the Quan family’s home, Jian Luo and Black Jack stopped by the supermarket to buy some snacks before heading back.

As they entered the password and pushed open the front door, a strong smell of wine wafted out.

Jian Luo frowned, looking toward the living room, where the dim light barely revealed a figure lying on the sofa.

“Let’s go, let’s go inside,” Black Jack said.

Jian Luo hummed in agreement, closed the door, and reached out to press the switch on the wall.

Instantly, the lights in the living room turned on, and the person lying on the sofa lifted a hand to block the dazzling brightness.

Jian Luo glanced at the scattered wine bottles on the table and looked at the person on the sofa, then kicked his foot.

“Hey, Bai Jue, what’s with you again?”

Hadn’t he been all smiles just a few days ago? What happened now?

Bai Jue remained silent, closing his eyes and feigning death.

Black Jack put down the bag, looking at Bai Jue’s dispirited appearance, a light frown forming on his brow.

“Bai Jue, stop playing dead. What happened?” Jian Luo pushed his shoulder and pulled down his hand from his face.

Bai Jue half-squinted his eyes and gave a twisted smile, tinged with bitterness and desolation.

“She won’t give me another chance,” he said with a low, hoarse voice.

Hearing this, Jian Luo and Black Jack exchanged glances, immediately understanding the reason for his drunken stupor.

“Bai Jue, weren’t you fine just a couple of days ago? Did something happen today?” Jian Luo asked.

With a self-mocking laugh, Bai Jue pushed himself up from the couch, “Last time on the island she saw me with another woman.”

Upon hearing this, Jian Luo suddenly realized.

So that was the issue.

“Bai Jue, what do you plan to do?” Black Jack asked.

Bai Jue snorted derisively, “Plans, what plans can I have?”

“Bai Jue, are you going to give up?” Jian Luo looked at his despondent figure, beginning to worry for him.

Bai Jue had never shown such a demeanor since they were kids; it was clear that this time he was truly touched emotionally.

“What else can I do?” He feared that if he continued to linger around her, she would eventually be repulsed by him, and their relationship could become even more strained—something he didn’t want to see.

“Bai Jue, this isn’t like you,” Jian Luo said, “Do you really want to let the woman you love slip through your fingers and watch her marry and have children with another man?”

Bai Jue’s hand, reaching for the wine bottle, paused and he said mockingly, “I don’t want that, but what can I do? I don’t want to see her disgusted by me.”

With a sweep of his arm, Black Jack snatched the wine cup from his hand and then pulled him up, “Bai Jue, this weak attitude doesn’t suit you. If you’ve hurt her, then go all out to make amends. As long as she hasn’t found someone she likes or gotten married, you still have a chance. The Bai Jue who gives up so easily is not the Bai Jue I know.”

Bai Jue looked up, meeting his deep blue eyes, and was stunned into silence.

“Yes, Bai Jue, if you give up so easily, we will be disappointed,” Jian Luo chimed in.

“Love isn’t easy to come by; don’t easily break the connection you two have.”

Black Jack let go, and Bai Jue slumped back onto the couch, his eyes downcast as if pondering something. Jian Luo and Black Jack waited in silence for his answer.

The living room was quiet, and outside in the courtyard, the rustling of branches could be heard.

After a while, Bai Jue looked up, his dispirited look replaced by a gleam in his bright eyes. He stood up and firmly punched Black Jack and Jian Luo on the shoulders.

“Thanks, bro.”

Seeing this, Black Jack and Jian Luo beamed with smiles.

That was the Bai Jue they knew!

“Still up for a drink?” Jian Luo teased.

Bai Jue chuckled lightly, “Are you going to keep me company and drink?”

“Sure.” Jian Luo bent down to pick up a can of beer, opened it, and was about to drink.

“No, no, no, I was just kidding.” Seeing him really about to drink, Bai Jue hurriedly reached out to snatch it away, jokingly thinking that after he drank and went on a binge, he and Black Jack would be the ones to suffer.

“You two drink, I’m going upstairs.”

Having said that, Jian Luo went upstairs, leaving Black Jack and Bai Jue in the living room.

“Drink a few with me.” Bai Jue sat down, picked up a can of beer, and casually tossed one to Black Jack, who caught it and sat down opposite him.

“Next time, don’t come to our place to drown your sorrows, it’s too pathetic,” said Black Jack teasingly.

“What, you think I’m cramping your style as a third wheel?” Bai Jue smiled with a tugging of his lips.

“No kidding, good that you know.”

Bai Jue laughed heartily, the sound of clinking beer bottles spreading through the living room.

…

The scorching sunlight weaved through the tiny gaps in the leaves, oppressively hot and stifling.

The fragrance of sandalwood was diffused in the study room.

On the rocking chair by the window, the old man held a thick book, slowly turning the pages.

“Dong, dong, dong—”

Knocking sounds arose, and Uncle Qiu walked in with a tray.

“Master, it’s time to eat,” he said.

“Just leave it, I’m not hungry yet,” An Chong’s elderly voice responded.

Uncle Qiu set down the tray and walked up to his side. “Master, you haven’t eaten much these past few days. Today, I had the kitchen prepare some of your favorite dishes. Please, eat a little at least. And Miss Jian Qing just called saying she’ll be bringing the two young masters to visit you this afternoon.”

“Really?” Hearing that Jian Qing was coming, An Chong immediately dropped the book in his hands, his wrinkled face breaking into an excited smile.

Uncle Qiu smiled and nodded, “Yes, Miss Jian Qing should arrive in a short while, so please, Master, have your meal now. Then you’ll have the energy to play with the young masters when they arrive.”

“What are we waiting for then?” An Chong got up hastily, and Uncle Qiu hurriedly stepped forward to assist him.

“Take it easy, Master.”

“I’m fine, I feel good. Quickly, go prepare some toys for the children,” An Chong said with a laugh.

“Yes.”

“Did Miss Jian Qing mention what time they would arrive?”

“They should be here in another hour.”

Hearing this, An Chong quickly picked up his chopsticks to eat, and seeing this, Uncle Qiu also showed a smile.

Suddenly, An Chong’s complexion changed subtly, and a trace of pain flashed across his brows.

“Master, what’s wrong?” Noticing something was amiss, Uncle Qiu looked at him anxiously and asked, “Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

“Bang—”

The bowl and chopsticks slipped from his hands to the ground, and An Chong clutched his chest, his face turning ghastly pale and collapsing backward.

“Master!”

Uncle Qiu was startled and quickly took hold of his hand.

An Chong’s face turned blue, he tilted his head and vomited a mouthful of black blood.

“Pu—”

“Master!” Uncle Qiu’s eyes were filled with desperation as he patted his chest, trying to help him catch his breath.

An Chong’s eyes slowly closed, and he fainted.

“Master, wake up, please wake up,” Uncle Qiu gently shook him and turned his head towards the door, shouting, “Someone, come quickly!”

Soon, Zhou Qi and others arrived in response to the call.

“What happened?” Having just returned from a business trip, An Chong rushed in, dusty and travel-worn. Seeing the black blood on the floor and An Chong unconscious, his face was filled with shock.