Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 916 - 916 902. Zhao Xuan Died (1)

Chapter 916: 902. Zhao Xuan Died (1) Chapter 916: 902. Zhao Xuan Died (1) “It’s okay, baby is still young, she’ll slim down as she grows up,” Maomao spoke with absolute authority, proudly lifting her little head, her braids swinging, “And daddy said even if Maomao becomes a little fatty, she’s still his most beloved little princess.”

“…”

So this was an insinuation that she was getting old and her metabolism was slowing down, was that it?

Xiya ground her teeth viciously, beating Khan up in her mind hundreds of times.

“Haha, Xiya, she’s truly your and Khan’s daughter,” Jian Qing couldn’t help but laugh at Maomao’s words; she was practically an upgraded version of Xiya.

Xiya looked at the fries in her hand and suddenly lost her appetite.

It was all this brat’s fault—blame that guy Khan.

“Are we going to have dinner here tonight?” Jian Qing asked.

“No, Khan’s mother said she wanted to have a meal with us,” Xiya sought advice, “What do you think I should bring as a gift?”

The first time meeting the parents usually requires bringing some kind of token gift, right?

Jian Qing replied, “Bringing yourself is the most important thing, and as for the gift, just see what you can find. As long as you show your sincerity, that’s enough.”

Xiya nodded her head, looked up at her surroundings, and asked, “Is it just you coming? Where are Jian Luo and the others?”

“There’s a car race in Italy, they’re all over there.”

“And what about your other half, why didn’t he come with you?”

“The kids need to get their vaccinations in a couple of days, and he’s pretty busy with the company recently. Anyway, I’m only staying here for two or three days, so I didn’t ask him to come along,” Jian Qing explained.

Xiya glanced at her wristwatch, saw that it was about time, and looked up at her daughter, shaking her head helplessly.

“Maomao, no more eating, we have to go; daddy and grandma are waiting,” she said.

Obediently, Maomao put down her unfinished fries, and Xiya stood up to take her to wash her hands.

Seeing Maomao’s tiny figure, Jian Qing missed her own two little treasures even more.

After sending Xiya and her daughter off, Jian Qing turned and walked back, unplugged the charger, picked up her phone and car keys, and headed outside.

The sleek black sports car pulled out of the Manor, the guards at the gate automatically cleared the way.

Under the blazing sun, the tires rolled over the ground, kicking up a faint trail of dust.

After a while, the car stopped at the foot of the mountain.

Opening the door, a pair of black boots touched down on the ground.

Jian Qing slammed the car door, squinting her eyes against the fierce sunlight.

The man in black who had been waiting there saw Jian Qing and quickly approached her.

“Boss!”

“Where is she?” Jian Qing asked.

The man’s face changed slightly, hesitating to speak.

Jian Qing gave him an indifferent look, and coldly said, “Speak plainly.”

“Boss, something happened to the woman you sent here,” meeting her icy gaze, the man hurriedly said.

Jian Qing commanded, “Be clear.”

“This morning the woman was fine, but when I arrived with the doctor just now, we found she was already dead, and so were several guards who were watching her,” the man said, head bowed.

At his words, Jian Qing’s demeanor grew ice-cold.

Zhao Xuan was dead.

And with her, the guards watching her had died as well.

This desolate mountain was empty; who could find this place? Even if someone bore a grudge against Zhao Xuan, they couldn’t possibly have found their way here… unless they weren’t coming for Zhao Xuan, but for her.

Otherwise, it was just too coincidental for Zhao Xuan to have trouble on the very day she came to M Country—could it be that the killer was afraid Zhao Xuan might reveal some secrets to her?

“Go, let’s take a look,” she said.

She stepped forward and took the lead, and the man hurriedly followed behind her.

The mountain was desolate and overgrown with weeds; the terrain was complex. Even during the day, it was very easy to get lost here.

The deeper they went into the mountain, the faint odor of blood spread through the air, mixed with the damp smell of earth, somewhat pungent.

A breeze blew, and the rustling of the leaves inevitably made one tense.

Everyone at the Jian Family headquarters knew that Jian Qing kept a pack of wild wolves in the mountains; any archenemies who provoked the Jian Family or betrayers who defected were thrown here to become food for the wolves.

To facilitate movement up and down the mountain for the headquarters’ personnel, Jian Qing had specifically ordered the creation of a trail, surrounded by thorns, with only the winding path leading to where the wolves were kept.

“Boss, the site has been left as is, untouched,” the man said respectfully, looking towards the person in front of him.

Jian Qing gazed over the muddy ground, where Zhao Xuan’s body lay sprawled, not far from the bodies of several guards also lying there.

She walked over and stopped beside Zhao Xuan.

The woman’s body was hardly covered, disheveled and dirty, covered in wounds. Under the sunlight, a thin line of blood on her neck was easy to overlook amidst the bites and tears of wolves.

With just one look, Jian Qing recognized that the cut had been made by a sharp blade.

Such a clean and efficient method could only have been the work of an assassin.

She approached the killed guards and noticed the same type of cut on their necks—they were killed instantly with one strike.

“Have you found any clues or traces?”

With Zhao Xuan and the guards dead without immediate detection by the headquarters, it was clear that the culprit was very familiar with the terrain here and not to be underestimated.

“Nothing. We’ve carefully searched the area and the perpetrator didn’t leave any trace,” the man reported.

Jian Qing meticulously surveyed the surroundings, eventually fixing her gaze on Zhao Xuan, a chill flashing in her eyes.

What exactly did Zhao Xuan want to tell her?

Why didn’t she say it before, choosing to wait until now to say she had something to tell her?

What exactly was she hiding?

After spending more than an hour on the mountain, Jian Qing finally descended.

She opened the car door, “Properly bury those guards.”

“Yes.”

Getting into the car, Jian Qing stepped on the gas pedal and drove off in a cloud of dust.

The round trip and the time spent on the mountain meant that by the time she returned to the Manor, it was already evening.

After a bath and a casual dinner, she went back to her room.

As night softly flowed, Jian Qing sat on the sofa with her laptop, processing the backlog of headquarters’ documents. After a while, she raised her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose.

Putting down the laptop, she got up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out into the pitch-black night, feeling a vague unease within her.

The mysterious man in black, and Shen Yan—could there be some connection between the two?

…

The sky was overcast, with occasional flashes of lightning and peals of thunder.

On the way back from the meeting at the headquarters, sporadic raindrops fluttered down.

Jian Qing put down her car keys and had just sat down when a servant walked in with hurried steps.

“Miss, your courier.”

Her courier?

Could it be that Xiaojing mailed something to her?

Jian Qing took it, looking it over; there was no signature, no sender’s address, and even the box’s packaging was plain white.

She shook it lightly; the small box was very light.

Without further thought, she directly opened the box.