Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 882 - 882 868. Dont Want to Hurt Me (1)

Chapter 882: 868. Don’t Want to Hurt Me (1) Chapter 882: 868. Don’t Want to Hurt Me (1) An Yun and An Yu turned their heads, their eyes wide with shock as they looked at Zhao Xuan, knowing that since Jian Qing dared to say such words here, she must have some evidence in her hands.

So, did their mother truly harbor murderous intentions towards her own family?

Just as the truth was about to be exposed, Zhao Xuan, frantic with rage, charged at Jian Qing. “Don’t spout nonsense. What poisoning? I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

Jian Qing glanced at her coldly, took out her cellphone from her pocket, lightly tapped her fingertip on it, and a recording started playing loudly from the phone.

“Mrs. An No.2 asked me to poison An Man’s food, and after it’s done, she would give me five million and help me leave Beijing.”

“Is the Mrs. An No.2 you mentioned Zhao Xuan?”

“Yes, it was her who instructed me to get rid of An Man. If I didn’t listen to her, she wouldn’t let me go, and she provided me with the poison.”

“What else did Zhao Xuan tell you?”

“She gave me one day’s time. If An Man didn’t die by then, I would be the one to die.”

The man’s trembling voice came to an abrupt halt. Jian Qing toyed with her phone, looking at Zhao Xuan with a smile that was not quite a smile, “Do you understand now?”

The ward was filled with an uneasy silence, dead quiet.

The An Family looked at Zhao Xuan with anger and disappointment in their eyes. An Yu’s face was pale as she looked at Zhao Xuan, causing her to doubt the words she had said the night before all over again. Could her great-grandfather’s poisoning be related to her mother as well?

Seeing the disappointed and angry glances from everyone, Zhao Xuan started to panic, her mouth half-open but no sound coming out.

“Zhao Xuan, how dare you poison me, I won’t let you off the hook,” an uncontrollable roar resounded, and it felt like a gust of wind passed by in front of everyone.

By the time they could see clearly, An Man had already rushed at Zhao Xuan, colliding head-on and knocking both to the ground. An Man quickly got up, straddled Zhao Xuan’s abdomen, and began choking her with both hands.

“Zhao Xuan, you killed my son, and now you want to kill me too, huh? Since you want me dead, you can go to hell first,” she said through clenched teeth, her eyes blazing uncontrollably with rage.

“Zhao Xuan, since you don’t have any leverage over me now, I won’t hide your dirty deeds anymore. I will let everyone know exactly how cruel your heart is.”

“Cough cough cough—”

Zhao Xuan was pinned down, her face turning red, the crimson spreading to her neck, and her breathing becoming rapid and chaotic.

“An… Chong… save me.”

An Chong, watching her reach out to him, took a step forward but then hesitated as the recording they just heard echoed in his ears. The person he had shared a bed with for so many years had such a venomous heart, not sparing even his own family.

“Heh, Zhao Xuan, you still dare to ask my brother for help? If he knew what you did back then, neither my eldest brother nor my second brother would let you off easily,” An Man said mockingly, glancing at An Chong’s retreating foot with satisfaction.

Mo Xiao watched An Man’s back, a flicker of emotion appearing in his eyes.

“Mom!”

Ultimately, she was their birth mother. An Yun and An Yu hurriedly ran over to pull An Man away. An Yu let go, leaned over, and helped Zhao Xuan up.

“Mom, are you alright?”

Zhao Xuan continued to cough, her face deathly pale. Turning to look at her daughter, a sourness filled her eyes. Even at this point, it was her child who came to her rescue. Yet her husband just stood by, watching her get bullied by An Man, which was utterly disheartening to her.

“Mom, did you really have someone poison my aunt?” An Yu supported her and whispered, “If not, you should explain right away.”

In her heart, she hoped her mother wasn’t a person cruel enough to harm her own family, to the point of killing them.

“An Yu, are you deaf? Didn’t you hear that recording just now? Your mother sent someone to kill me, that is an indisputable fact,” An Man struggled free from An Yun’s grasp, screeching angrily.

“Aunt, that’s just a recording, and it was brought out by Jian Qing. Maybe she’s trying to drive a wedge between our feelings. Don’t believe her so easily,” An Yu mustered up her courage to defend Zhao Xuan.

Then, she turned to Jian Qing, her eyebrows angrily raised, “Jian Qing, I know you hold a grudge against us. Are you framing my mom just to satisfy your thirst for revenge, right?”

“Sorry, setting someone up takes too much time, and I don’t have the patience for that,” Jian Qing said nonchalantly with one hand in her pocket, giving her a scornful glance, “If I really wanted to kill you all, do you think you’d still have the chance to stand here?”

An Yu was speechless.

Indeed, with Jian Qing’s resources, killing her would be as easy as squishing an ant. But she couldn’t let her pin this crime onto her mother; otherwise, her family would truly fall apart.

“Hahaha!”

An Man suddenly burst out laughing, causing everyone to look at her strangely. Zhao Xuan caught a glimpse of the reckless madness in her eyes and immediately had a bad feeling.

Her peripheral vision caught the fruit knife on the table, a ruthless glint in her eyes. Taking advantage of everyone’s attention on An Man, she dashed forward, grabbed the knife, and lunged at An Man.

The sharp blade flashed an eerie cold light under the illumination.

“Mom, no!”

“Aman, be careful.”

As the blade stabbed towards An Man, Zhou Qi’s heart leaped to her throat, her legs going weak.

An Man reacted just as the blade was inches away. Her eyes widened, and as she was about to dodge, a tall figure suddenly rushed in front of her.

“Hiss–”

The sound of the blade piercing flesh was eerily clear, sending shivers down the spine, and a faint groan echoed through the ward.

“Dad!”

An Yun was the first to react, rushing over and supporting him. He couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw the blood flowing from the wound on his father’s shoulder, and in disbelief, he turned to Zhao Xuan, “Mom, what are you doing?”

“I, I…” Zhao Xuan looked at the spreading bloodstain on An Chong’s shirt, her hand trembling with the knife.

An Chong covered the wound with one hand, bright red blood oozing through his fingers, dripping to the floor, staining the white tiles with sinister red blooms.

His eyes dimmed as if covered in a layer of dust, gloomy and unclear, “Zhao Xuan, you really do have a ruthless heart.”

“Achong, I… it wasn’t intentional, listen to my explanation.” Zhao Xuan looked at the bloody blade, hastily threw it away, and staggered toward him to check his wound.

“I didn’t mean to, I never wanted to hurt you.”

She had lived her life for him; how could she bear to harm him? How could she know he would suddenly run out and stand in front of An Man? This wasn’t her fault; it was An Man who forced her hand.

An Chong stepped back, avoiding her touch, his voice icy cold, “You didn’t want to hurt me? Heh, does that mean you could kill An Man?”