Chapter 322 - 322 322 Murdered (3)_1

Chapter 322: 322, Murdered (3)_1 Chapter 322: 322, Murdered (3)_1 In the bathroom, Quan Yifei heard the commotion outside and her heart pounded.

“Jian Qing, what’s happened?”

The woman who had just spoken saw Quan Yifei’s voice, signaled to the person next to her, and the woman in a green dress beside her understood and smiled.

She took a few steps forward and quickly locked the door.

Inside the bathroom, Quan Yifei saw a glimpse of green skirts sway beneath the door gap, then heard the sound of the door being locked, which alarmed her even more.

“Jian Qing!”

Jian Qing calmly watched their actions without rushing to respond.

“Yifei, it’s okay, stay inside for now.”

At the sound of her voice, Quan Yifei’s tension eased slightly.

She quickly adjusted her skirt and took out her phone from her bag to message Quan Mingxuan.

“Who are you?” Jian Qing cast a calm gaze over the few women, asking.

“Who we are, you don’t need to know. You think just because you’ve climbed into bed with Mr. Jing, you can show off like a phoenix? You’re not worth it.” The woman in the purple dress sneered dismissively.

Jian Qing’s face remained calm, the corners of her mouth curving into a cold smile, “So the words ‘sour grapes’ really do apply here.”

“Wenqi, don’t waste your words on her, teach her a lesson.” A woman in a short black lace dress spoke

Why should a bastard daughter not welcomed by the An family have the chance to be with Jingwu, a man all noble women in Beijing coveted. Why could Jian Qing be with him?

Jian Qing crossed her arms, looking calm and unfazed, not at all like someone under threat.

Lin Wenqi’s eyes hardened, glancing ominously at Jian Qing. “Attack.”

At her words, several women behind her rushed towards Jian Qing.

Their usual skirmishes in bars seemed to make them a match for any unarmed woman, but this time they had clearly chosen the wrong target.

Jian Qing watched as they lunged for her, their sharp nails all aimed at her face.

Her eyes turned cold, her hand seized a woman’s wrist. With a slight exertion of strength, the woman’s frail arm snapped.

The sound of bone breaking echoed, followed by a shrill scream.

“Ah–”

The woman in the black lace dress, who had been shouting aggressively, was now a horrifying sight, her heavily made-up face contorted in pain.

Jian Qing exerted force and flung her aside.

Immediately, she turned to the other two women and kicked them to the ground in quick succession.

“Hiss–”

In an instant, three women were writhing in pain on the floor, their previous arrogance replaced by abjection.

The situation turned rapidly, and clearly, Jian Qing held the upper hand.

Lin Wenqi stared in shock as her accomplices fell, unable to comprehend the sudden turn of events.

How… how did it turn out this way?

“Now it’s your turn.”

The cold voice caught Lin Wenqi’s attention and she looked up.

“Weren’t you going to teach me a lesson?”

Jian Qing walked past the women on the floor and slowly approached.

“You… what are you going to do?” Lin Wenqi started to panic.

“Huh!” Jian Qing sneered coldly. “Other than beating you, what else could I do?”

Arrogant and domineering.

Quan Yifei, locked in the bathroom, couldn’t help laughing when she heard Jian Qing’s words.

It seemed she had nothing to worry about.

Facing Jian Qing, Lin Wenqi realized this was no joke.

Her hands hanging by her sides were trembling, and in the corner of her eye, she saw an iron rod piled up next to the mop and broom and rushed over.

She picked up the rusty iron rod and glared at Jian Qing.

“You…don’t come any closer.”

Jian Qing smirked and walked casually towards her in her high heels.

With determination, Lin Wenqi gripped the iron rod and swung it towards Jian Qing’s head.

“I’ll fight you to the end.”

“Bang–”

The iron rod fell to the ground, making a crisp noise.

Lin Wenqi’s face contorted with pain, the excruciating feeling in her wrist draining her face of color.

“Let go, let go quickly…”

Jian Qing held her wrist, the corner of her mouth curling into a bloodthirsty smile.

“Since your brain seems to have stopped working, let me fix it for you.”

With that, she released Lin Wenqi’s wrist, grabbed her hair with her slender fingers, and forcefully smashed her head onto the bathroom door.

With a loud crash, Lin Wenqi fainted before she could even let out a cry. The corner of her forehead was split open, blood seeping out.

“Ah, she killed her.” The woman in the green dress who had just gotten up was scared to her knees when she saw the scene.

As Quan Mingxuan’s party arrived, they heard a shriek, but the dark figure in front had already rushed into the bathroom.

Without a second thought about it being a ladies’ bathroom, Quan Jingwu strode in.

“Xiao Jing!”

At the sound of footsteps, Jian Qing looked up to see who it was. As she registered the figure, the frost on her face melted away.

Quan Jingwu kicked away the woman lying by the entrance, his abrupt movement making the people following him gasp.

“Are you hurt?” Quan Jingwu comforted her, scrutinizing her carefully.

Jian Qing laughed and pointed at the people lying on the ground. “The ones who got hurt are them.”

“Yifei!” Quan Mingxuan scanned the bathroom, but couldn’t find Quan Yifei.

“Second brother, I’m in here.” upon hearing Quan Mingxuan’s voice, Quan Yifei excitedly banged on the bathroom door.

Quan Mingxuan hurried over, opened the door, and let her out.

“Who locked you in here?” he asked, his face darkening.

Quan Yifei glared at the woman in the green dress with great animosity. “They did it. They were looking for trouble with Jian Qing and even attacked her. They said Jian Qing doesn’t deserve the third brother and said a lot of nasty things.”

The woman in the green dress was frightened by the arrival of so many people. “No, it wasn’t us, it was Lin Wenqi. She couldn’t stand Jian Qing, she instigated us to act, she even wanted to hit Jian Qing with an iron rod.”

“Yes, that’s it. Lin Wenqi instigated us.” The other two women quickly chimed in.

At this critical moment, the women hurriedly shirked all responsibility onto Lin Wenqi, who had already fainted.

Quan Jingwu’s eyes darkened, his body full of murderous intent, which made everyone feel suffocated.

“Jingwu, the iron rod is here.” Han Yue picked up the rusty iron rod from the floor.

If it had hit, it could have definitely cracked a skull.