Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 917 - 917 903 My Mother is Still Alive (2)

Chapter 917: 903, My Mother is Still Alive (2) Chapter 917: 903, My Mother is Still Alive (2) “Rip,” the box was violently torn open.

Upon a cursory glance at the content, her gaze slightly condensed.

An envelope?

The envelope was pure white too, devoid of any markings.

She tossed aside the box, picked up the envelope, and hastily opened it.

The contents scattered out, falling onto the carpet.

A piece of letter paper, and a photograph.

She reached out to pick up the letter, unfolding it to see the vigorous and powerful handwriting. The blank paper bore only one brief message.

— Jian Qing, do you want to see your mother?

Jian Qing’s gaze turned cold abruptly, as she reached for the photo on the carpet, flipped it over, and her breath hitched.

What, what is this?

In the photo, the woman’s sleeping face was serene, with a breathing apparatus still attached, her pale complexion not concealing her stunning beauty.

Despite the passage of time, Jian Qing would never forget this face, her mother, Jian Wei!

She clenched the photo, steadied her mind, and carefully examined it. She could not find any trace of it being forged. Well acquainted with photography and computer technology, she was sure that this photograph was authentic, not fabricated.

What on earth is going on?

Her mother had passed away; who had taken this photograph?

She picked up the parchment once more, studying the strong characters, her gaze growing more profound.

“What about the person who delivered this?”

“They’ve already left. The courier just said that the package was for you,” the servant hastily replied.

Hearing this, Jian Qing frowned deeply.

No sooner had she returned to the Manor, the package had followed right behind.

Why did she feel like someone was monitoring her movements?

Suddenly, the mobile phone on the table vibrated.

She glanced down, it was an unfamiliar number.

Without letting it ring twice, she picked it up and answered.

“Jian Qing, did you receive my gift?” a man’s cold voice drifted eerily through, Jian Qing’s gaze grew sharp.

“Who exactly are you?”

“Judging by your reaction, you seem to have received my gift,” the man chuckled, his cold laughter carrying a hint of malevolence.

“Let me guess, you must be disbelieving of that photo, thinking why it exists if your mother has clearly passed away. Am I right?”

Jian Qing remained silent, her eyes fixated on the photograph in her hand.

“Jian Qing, do you want to see your mother again?” The man on the other end of the line was in no hurry despite Jian Qing’s silence, craftily laying out bait.

“My mother is dead. If you want to negotiate any terms with me, you should at least acquaint yourself with my family’s situation,” Jian Qing replied calmly.

“Hahaha!”

The man laughed unrestrained, then after a moment, silenced his amusement, “Jian Qing, there’s no need for you to test me or to try to trick any information out of me. Do you really think your mother is dead?”

“After saying so much, what exactly do you wish to convey? Are you trying to tell me that you are the murderer of Zhao Xuan, or are you implying that you were behind the men in black who attempted to abduct me last time?” Jian Qing probed the man with an indifferent demeanor.

The man laughed coldly, “Jian Qing, I can tell you everything you want to know, including about your mother. In one hour, I want to see you at Soul Cliff.”

Soul Cliff, a place for burying lives, snatching souls, one of M Country’s most precipitous and dangerous cliffs.

Listening to the man’s commanding tone, Jian Qing scoffed, “Why should I believe you?”

“Is the fact that your mother is still alive reason enough?”

Jian Qing stood up, his fingers tensing as he clutched the phone tightly. “Who exactly are you?”

“You’ll know when you get here. Don’t tell anyone else about this, and come alone. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee your mother’s safety,” the man added, as if fearing Jian Qing would not believe him.

At the end of his speech, to ensure Jian Qing was convinced, the man added, “I’m not afraid to tell you, the ashes you scattered into the sea all those years ago were fake. If you want to see your mother, you’d better not play any tricks on me. Just know that I am in the shadows, and you are in plain sight—all your actions are under my surveillance.”

A dark look washed over Jian Qing’s eyes, and a chilling aura poured out from him.

Fake, the ashes were fake, how could that be?

“Jian Qing, whether you come in an hour or not will determine whether you can see your mother. Think it over for yourself,” the man said, his voice rising again, then without waiting for Jian Qing to speak, he hung up the phone.

“Beep beep…”

Jian Qing lifted the photo in his hand, a thoughtful look crossing his eyes. Zhao Xuan had something to tell her before she was killed—could it be about her mother?

But it didn’t make sense. After the car accident, his mother had clearly stopped breathing, and her ashes had been scattered into the sea. How could she still be alive?

Yet the man didn’t seem to be joking, and he seemed to know a lot about the Jian Family.

After pondering for a while, Jian Qing checked the time and a resolute look crossed his eyes.

There was no time to waste. It was quite a distance from here to Soul Burial Cliff, and if he didn’t hurry, it would be too late. Concerning his own mother’s welfare, he was ready to brave the dangers of a dragon’s lair or a tiger’s den.

Putting away the letter and photo, he grabbed the car keys and walked out quickly.

“Boom boom boom—”

The resounding thunder made one’s heart tremble with fear.

The sports car sped out of the Manor, the Guards at the gate only catching a glimpse of a fading shadow.

On the road, Jian Qing pushed the car to its maximum speed.

Soul Burial Cliff, surrounded by sea on all sides, was known for its steep mountain walls and perilous terrain despite not being very tall.

Just as he parked at the base of the mountain, his mobile phone rang again.

Looking at the unfamiliar number, Jian Qing got out of the car while pressing the answer button.

“I’m waiting for you at the top of the cliff,” the man’s cold voice sounded again. “If you’re not here in half an hour, I’m afraid I’ll have to leave without you.”

The man seemed to know well Jian Qing’s proficiency with electronic communication devices and specifically instructed, “Don’t bring your mobile phone with you, no tricks.”

Jian Qing’s eyes darkened as he surveyed his surroundings.

He opened the car door and tossed the mobile phone inside.

Then, donning a pair of black gloves, he began to walk up the winding path.

The rustling cool breeze blew, causing a thin layer of sweat to form on Jian Qing’s forehead.

He shook his hands and narrowed his eyes to survey the surroundings. Unlike the grassy base of the cliff, the cliff top was desolate, barren of any vegetation.

“Aren’t you going to show yourself?”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a faint sound of footsteps came from behind, barely perceptible.

Jian Qing turned around to see a man dressed in black, stopping a short distance from him.

A black mask concealed the man’s features, his dark eyes filled with malevolence and coldness, almost seemingly devouring whoever they beheld.

Shen Hua looked at the face that bore some resemblance to Jian Wei, with a strange shade passing through his eyes. If Weiwei had married him instead, he would have treasured their child like a precious jewel. But unfortunately, Jian Qing was the child of her and another man.

Feeling the man’s murderous intent towards her, Jian Qing curved her lips into a smirk.

“Heh!”

“What’s the matter, scared to show your true face?”

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