Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 977 - 977 963 conditions keep an appointment (1)

Chapter 977: 963, conditions, keep an appointment (1) Chapter 977: 963, conditions, keep an appointment (1) M Country, Manor

“Sis, there are so many places with seas around the world; continuing our search like this isn’t a solution,” Jian Luo pinched the bridge of his nose, a hint of fatigue between his brows.

Jian Qing was also aware of this, but right now, this was the only method they had.

“If you say that video was sent by Shen Yan, and he’s helped Jian Qing out time and again, then why doesn’t he just return Seventeen and the others to us?” Bai Jue spoke up, his fingertips lightly tapping on a small table beside him.

Black Jack glanced at him and said, “Don’t forget, Shen Yan and Shen Hua are brothers. How could Shen Yan directly oppose Shen Hua? Besides, according to Grandpa Jian, Shen Hua has put a lot of effort into Shen Yan, his brother. Just because of this, it would be impossible for Shen Yan to betray him.”

After these words, the living room fell into silence.

After a while, the mobile phone on the table buzzed.

Jian Qing had become sensitive every time she saw an unfamiliar number now.

She picked up the phone and immediately pressed speaker.

“Jian Qing!”

The lowered voice carried a chill, like a venomous snake hiding in the shadows.

Others might not be familiar with this voice, but Jian Qing would never forget it.

“Shen, Hua!” she said through clenched teeth.

The others’ faces darkened, staring intently at the phone as if they wanted to reach through it and give the person on the other end a beating.

“Heh!” On the phone, Shen Hua laughed coldly, “I heard the head of the Jian family has returned to M Country, so I’m giving you a call right away.”

“Shen Hua, where have you taken my son?” Jian Qing had no patience for beating around the bush and got straight to the point.

“Don’t rush, head of the Jian family,” Shen Hua said mockingly. “Rest assured, the two little guys are doing well with me. I’m thinking, why not just give them to me.”

Jian Qing furrowed her brows, and Quan Jingwu’s violet eyes suddenly turned cold as he took her clenched hand.

“Shen Hua, let’s not beat around the bush, what exactly do you want?” Jian Qing asked, suppressing the rage bubbling in her heart.

“Could it be that you’ve stolen my mother?”

At the mention of Jian Wei, Shen Hua’s voice instantly took on an edge of hostility. Even over the phone, one could feel his obsession with Jian Wei, “Weiwei was mine to begin with. Back then, I was merely going to bring her back to me, so there’s no question of ‘stealing’.”

With those words, the suspicions in the hearts of Jian Qing and her party about Jian Wei still being alive were finally confirmed. Jian Qing and Jian Luo exchanged glances, the same joy flashing through their eyes.

“Shen Hua, you’ve gone to great lengths to abduct my son. Now that you’ve made this call, you must have thought of some conditions to negotiate with me. Speak, what is your goal?” she said calmly.

“Direct.” Shen Hua laughed heartily and then continued, “If you want to see both your son and your mother, come find them yourself. Remember, I said come alone.”

Quan Jingwu’s eyes flashed with a cold light, “Shen Hua, don’t push your luck.”

“Quan Jingwu, I should be the one to say that to you. If you dare to destroy my base and stronghold again, don’t blame me for laying hands on your two sons,” Shen Hua replied coldly, “You’ve heard the saying ‘the son pays for the father’s debts’.”

Jian Qing held his hand, looked at him, shook her head, and then said into the phone, “The location.”

“Tomorrow at dawn, wait at the foot of Burial Soul Cliff. Someone will come to pick you up. But one thing you’d better remember clearly, don’t bring anyone else; otherwise, you’ll never see your son or your mother again in this lifetime.”

“Beep, beep, beep—”

Hearing the busy signal on the phone, Jian Luo couldn’t help but curse.

“Dammit, that Shen Hua’s brain is seriously messed up, what kind of nonsense is he talking about? Why the hell would my mom belong to him, that maniac.”

Black Jack patted his shoulder, “He’s not worth your anger.”

“Xiaojing, I…”

No sooner had Jian Qing opened her mouth than she was cut off by Quan Jingwu. He took hold of her hand, directly negating the words she had yet to say.

“No.”

He had almost lost her once. He couldn’t bear a second time.

Bai Jue and the others remained silent. Such a matter could only be decided by the couple themselves.

Jian Qing had already anticipated his reaction. Tugging at him, she got him up, and Quan Jingwu let her lead him upstairs.

Jian Luo and the others exchanged looks, sighing softly.

The warm yellow light filled the entire bedroom.

Quan Jingwu stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back, his brow emanating a chilling aura.

Jian Qing closed the door, walked over, and hugged him from behind, her cheek pressed against his spine. “Xiaojing, I won’t be in any danger. I promise I’ll bring Seventeen, them, and my mother back to your side safely.”

Quan Jingwu remained unmoved, the reflection of starlight flickering in his eyes.

“Husband!”

The woman’s soft and moist voice rose from behind, and in the end, Quan Jingwu softened.

He turned around and clasped his hands around her waist, gazing down at her adoringly. “My dear, you know there’s nothing more important to me than you.”

Jian Qing wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling. “Xiaojing, Seventeen and Nineteen are our treasures, and it wasn’t easy to find out that my mom is still alive. I can’t just leave them. Don’t worry, with Shen Yan, at least my safety is somewhat assured.”

Mid-sentence, she took out a tiny chip as big as a fingernail from her pocket, then took out his phone and expertly installed it.

“Don’t forget my old line of work. As long as I get the chance, I’ll definitely find an opportunity to send the location to you.”

Her movements were quick, and in less than two minutes, she had finished installing the chip and then put the phone back in his pocket.

Quan Jingwu hugged her tightly, his jaw resting on her neck. “Whatever happens, if you live, I live; if you die, I won’t live alone.”

“Okay.” Jian Qing smiled faintly and hugged him back.

As dawn broke, Jian Qing set off.

When she arrived at Soul Burial Cliff, a plane was already waiting there.

Two men in black stood by the plane. Jian Qing closed the car door, threw the car keys back inside, and then walked up to them.

“No mobile phones or wristwatches allowed,” one of the men in black said emotionlessly.

Jian Qing gave them a glance but didn’t argue. She took off her wristwatch and threw it into the car, followed by her mobile phone.

“Any other issues?” she asked indifferently, hands in her pockets.

The men in black exchanged glances and then stepped aside. “Please.”

Jian Qing stepped aboard the plane, and the two men in black followed closely behind.

By the time Quan Jingwu and his party arrived, the plane had already taken off and turned into a small black dot in the sky.

“They really are quite cautious,” Jian Luo remarked sarcastically after seeing the mobile phone and wristwatch inside the car.

Bai Jue walked up to Quan Jingwu and patted his shoulder. “Let’s go back. She’ll be fine.”

Quan Jingwu’s lips were tightly pursed, his gaze fixed on the direction where the plane had disappeared.