Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 961 - 961 947 promised to spend it together (4)

Chapter 961: 947, promised to spend it together (4) Chapter 961: 947, promised to spend it together (4) After a while, a black sedan stopped in front of Jian Qing.

The driver rolled down the window, and his gaze toward Jian Qing was respectful.

“Master.”

Jian Qing nodded, pulled open the car door, and walked into the back seat.

“Let’s go.”

The sedan took off, kicking up a trail of fine dust.

In the car, Jian Qing rubbed her somewhat sore wrists and touched the ring on her finger, pausing for a moment.

She had nearly forgotten, tomorrow is Xiaojing’s birthday.

She picked up her phone to check the time; it was already past one in the morning.

“To the cake shop.”

It was their first birthday together, and she had promised to celebrate it with him.

The driver was momentarily startled upon hearing her words.

“Master, the cake shops are closed at this hour.”

In the middle of the night, who would still be selling cakes?

“I’ll take care of this myself, just drive to the city center for now.”

“Yes.”

Jian Qing sent a message on her phone, then leaned back in her seat to rest her eyes for a while.

From the suburbs to the city center, it would take a full two hours.

In the deep night, the bustling streets were silent.

The black sedan stopped in front of a cake shop, where a man in casual clothing was waiting at the door.

Seeing Jian Qing, the man walked over briskly.

“Master!”

Jian Qing hummed in acknowledgment, her gaze landing on the cake he was holding.

“Master, here, this has just been made,” the man said respectfully, offering the cake with both hands.

Jian Qing took the cake, “Thank you. Take the day off tomorrow, go back and rest.”

“Thank you, Master!” The man’s eyebrows lifted in delight, and he discreetly pressed his lips together, concealing his joy.

Jian Qing, holding the cake, got back into the car, “Drive.”

Watching the car fade from his sight, the man left humming a tune to himself.

With no work tomorrow, he could go flirt with girls.

The sky, the color of fish bellies, was still veiled in thin mist.

In the contiguous villa district, the flickering of scattered lights swayed gently.

Jian Qing got out of the car holding the cake, and the car drove off.

I don’t know what she said to the security guard at the door, but they all let her through.

Jian Qing walked in unhindered, and when she took out her phone to check, it was past five o’clock.

She put away her phone and looked up at the surrounding villas. In the end, her gaze fell on the cake in her hand.

The thought of seeing someone soon made her heart leap with joy and anticipation.

She quickened her pace, her solitary figure the only one on the quiet path.

After a while, Jian Qing finally found the villa where Quan Jingwu lived.

As soon as she got close, she noticed the surveillance around the place.

She smiled lightly and took two or three steps up to the porch.

“Knock, knock, knock—”

Rather than forcefully breaking the passcode, Jian Qing politely knocked on the door.

It wasn’t long before the tightly closed door opened.

The person who opened the door was quite familiar to Jian Qing.

“Madam!”

The voice, full of surprise, was brimming with delight.

“Madam, what brings you here?”

Indeed, the person at the door was Yi Kai.

“What, I shouldn’t come?” Jian Qing said leisurely, teasing as usual.

“No, of course not, Madam. Please, come in,” Yi Kai said obsequiously, pulling the door wide open with a sycophantic smile plastered on his face.

Truly deserving of being the Madam, she could even find this place.

It seems the Madam with memory loss is still fearsome.

Jian Qing walked into the house, looked at the empty living room, and turned her eyes to Yi Kai, “Where is Xiaojing?”

“The Boss just went up to his room not long ago,” Yi Kai blurted out.

“Not long ago?” Jian Qing raised an eyebrow.

“We were out on business tonight and only got back after three in the morning,” Yi Kai said without any intention of hiding the fact from Jian Qing, because if he didn’t tell, his Boss would.