Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 885 - 885 871 relatively simplistic and crude (4)

Chapter 885: 871, relatively simplistic and crude (4) Chapter 885: 871, relatively simplistic and crude (4) An Yun watched Zhao Xuan with a pained expression, his gaze urgently turning to An Chong, who stood there with his head lowered, appearing to have no intention of intervening.

Jian Luo crouched down, catching Jian Qing’s eye and understanding immediately. He reached out and grabbed Zhao Xuan’s other hand, to make it easier for Jian Qing to act.

“Zhao Xuan, this hand of yours, I don’t think there’s a need to keep it,” Jian Qing toyed with a fruit knife, her voice icy cold.

“No, don’t…”

Zhao Xuan’s face turned pale, and she looked at the blood-stained blade with terror in her eyes.

“Jian Qing, you can’t do this, you can’t be so cruel,” An Yu pleaded, blocked by a bodyguard brought by Jian Qing, her face turning pale with fright as she watched the knife being toyed with at Jian Qing’s fingertips.

“Heh!”

Jian Qing’s lips curled into a slight smirk, letting out a cold chuckle.

Her hand moved and the knife fell—decisive and swift, without even batting an eyelash.

“Ahh—”

The veins on Zhao Xuan’s forehead bulged as she nearly popped a blood vessel; large cold beads of sweat kept dripping down, soaking the hair on her forehead.

“Jian Qing!” An Yun roared, “You lunatic!”

Black Jack’s blue eyes darkened, his fist the size of a casserole greeting his face.

“Bang—”

Caught off guard, An Yun was sent stumbling backward several steps.

In an instant, a bruise formed at the corner of his mouth.

Bai Jue curled his lip and pinched the collar of his shirt with evident disdain, “Young man, it would be wise to keep quiet when you should. You should know that all of us here have rather simple and rough tempers, and it would only take a moment of dissatisfaction to show you what the nineteenth circle of hell is like.”

After speaking, he let go, and An Yun’s mouth, now bleeding, hung at his side as his hand clenched tightly.

On the other side, Zhao Xuan’s nightmare was just beginning.

Jian Qing looked down at the fruit knife lodged in Zhao Xuan’s hand, the corner of her lips slightly upturned. In the depths of her eyes, there was a chilling coldness.

She pinched the hilt of the knife, twisting and turning it in Zhao Xuan’s wound, deliberately not pulling out the blade as the shrill cries continued without end, Zhao Xuan in so much pain she nearly fainted.

“Ahh—”

“Zhao Xuan, you can’t handle this bit of pain?” Jian Qing stopped, looking at her bloodied lips, her own lips curling into a mocking smile.

When her mother had been knocked to her death by her, compared to her mother’s pain, and the pain she and Luoluo endured, not to mention her father’s pain, Zhao Xuan’s little bit of suffering was nothing.

Zhou Qi and the others who were watching felt sick at the sight of Zhao Xuan’s bloody hand. An Rong and Yang Lin couldn’t bear to watch, turning their heads away.

As for An Man, she reveled in the moment. In her opinion, Zhao Xuan deserved to pay the price for causing the death of her Chengcheng.

“Jian Qing, you devil, if I’d known, I would have dealt with you back then,” Zhao Xuan gasped for air, her teeth clenching with a ‘grind grind’ sound.

Jian Qing scoffed and abruptly pulled out the blade.

“Psh—”

Bright red blood spurted out, splashing onto Jian Qing’s body. Specks of blood dotted her face, making her cold features even more bewitchingly ruthless.

Zhao Xuan didn’t even have the chance to scream before she fainted away.

“Bai Jue!” Jian Luo glanced at her and called out.

Bai Jue took a syringe from the medicine box and walked over at a measured pace, bending down to give Zhao Xuan a shot in the arm.

“Done!”

He stepped to the side with the syringe in hand, ready for further orders.

Within a few seconds, Zhao Xuan slowly regained consciousness, her eyes half-closed. The cold sweat dripping from her forehead blurred her vision, but the cruel smile at the corner of Jian Qing’s mouth sent chills down her spine.

“Jian Qing, enough, I beg you, please spare my mother,” An Yu no longer cared about keeping face, pleading as she knelt before Jian Qing.

“As long as you let my mother go, I won’t fight with you over the An Family’s assets anymore, I won’t fight you for them.”

“You’re the only ones who want those assets, our Jian Family may not have much, but we have plenty of money. To put it bluntly, with money, we could crush your family of four to death,” Jian Luo replied coldly, his arrogant laughter cutting through the air.

“Zhao Xuan, did you poison Great-Grandfather?” Jian Qing shook her by the collar, her voice cold as she asked.

Hearing this, An Zhonghui and the rest were shocked, quickly turning their gaze toward Zhao Xuan.

“I… I didn’t,” Zhao Xuan’s eyes flickered slightly as she stubbornly denied.

Jian Qing raised her eyes to An Yu, still kneeling on the ground, and spoke calmly, “Last chance, remember, I want the truth. If you dare speak a single lie, I’ll put a cut on An Yu. Don’t believe me? Try me.”

Zhao Xuan, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Bring me An Yu,” Jian Qing, out of patience, ordered the bodyguard to drag her over.

“No, don’t, I’ll tell you,” Zhao Xuan, having already experienced agonizing pain, couldn’t let her Yuyu suffer the same fate.

“It was me, I did it; the poison was mine. I laced the old man’s supplements with a chronic poison, wanting to use it to control him.”

An Yu gazed at her in utter disbelief, her shock giving way to disappointment.

She had assured An Yu it had nothing to do with her, yet now she was admitting to it with her own lips, even deceiving her own daughter.

This time, even An Zhonghui and the rest were thoroughly enraged.

“Zhao Xuan, how could you commit such a heinous act? Are you not afraid of divine retribution?” Zhou Qi pointed at her, indignantly exclaimed.

Although she was dissatisfied with the old man’s favoritism toward Jian Qing and her brother, she had never thought of harming the old man. Zhao Xuan was truly audacious beyond belief.