Chapter 341 - 341 335 I want to avenge you personally (6000)_4

Chapter 341: 335, I want to avenge you personally (6000)_4 Chapter 341: 335, I want to avenge you personally (6000)_4 “Jian Qing, go to hell.”

She screamed madly, raising the fruit knife and thrusting it directly at Jian Qing’s heart.

By now, she had nothing to hide.

When she had called the Blood Oath Alliance earlier, no one had answered. At that moment, she realized that things were out of her control.

Especially upon seeing Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu appear together, she knew she couldn’t escape this catastrophe.

Even if she were to die, she would drag this scumbag Jian Qing down with her.

“Miss Qing!” Old Mr. An’s face turned pale, his body swaying, barely able to stand.

Qiu Bo rushed over to support him, saving him from a fall.

Quan Jingwu’s purple eyes suddenly darkened, his menacing aura making it hard for those around him to breathe. He reached out to grab An Man’s wrist and twisted hard.

“Ah–”

An Man’s face contorted in agony as a mournful scream escaped from her mouth.

“Clang–”

The knife slipped from her hand, hit the ground, and made a crisp noise.

A look of disgust crossed Quan Jingwu’s stern eyebrows. He flung An Man away from him, and she fell to the ground like a rag doll.

As her knee hit the cold marble floor, An Man couldn’t help but let out a grunt of pain.

This scene shocked An Yu and the others, their mouths hanging open, unable to close for a long time.

Zhao Xuan watched, a hint of regret flashing deep in her eyes.

She cursed inwardly at An Man’s slowness. How wonderful it would have been if that knife had really stabbed Jian Qing.

Seeing that Jian Qing was unharmed, Old Mr. An let out a sigh of relief and looked grimly at An Man, who sat paralyzed on the ground.

Jian Qing leaned into Quan Jingwu’s embrace, her delicate face devoid of any fear.

Quan Jingwu lowered his gaze to the woman in his arms, his thin lips parting to utter words that sent chills down one’s spine, “Good girl, don’t be soft-hearted.”

If it weren’t for the fact that his darling still wanted to play the game, he would have ended it with a single shot.

Jian Qing chuckled lightly, tiptoed up, and kissed him soothingly at the corner of his lips.

“Okay.”

Xiaojing was about to turn into a tyrant, and she didn’t have the patience to play with An Man anymore.

She got out of his embrace, picked up the fallen knife, and walked toward An Man.

An Man lowered her head, her face filled with pain as she held her injured wrist.

Seeing a pair of white canvas shoes stop in front of her, she raised her head and met the icy gaze, panicking.

“What…what do you want to do?”

Jian Qing laughed lightly. There was no mirth in her eyes as she crouched down and put a hand on An Man’s shoulder.

The light touch was firm, effectively immobilizing An Man.

Upon seeing the knife in Jian Qing’s hand, all pretenses of calm on An Man’s face were abandoned.

Jian Qing held the knife, the cold blade touching her cheek. An Man swallowed hard, afraid to move.

“You…”

Jian Qing curved her lips into a smile, “An Man, you sent someone to assassinate me, causing Xiaojing to get hurt. Tell me, how should I punish you?”

“Jian Qing, don’t act rashly, murder is a crime.” Zhou Qi looked at the knife pressed against her own daughter’s face, her voice trembling.

Jian Qing sneered, “Oh, so you know committing murder is a crime. So why didn’t you teach your daughter that lesson?”

She spoke calmly and without hurry, leaving Zhou Qi without a response.

Till then, Zhou Qi could only blame her daughter’s impulsiveness and recklessness.

An Man stared at the woman’s delicate face close at hand, her resentment and unwillingness ready to explode, “Jian Qing, it’s all your fault. If you hadn’t come back, my family would still be happy. Your appearance led me to divorce, my son became disabled, I lost everything. It’s all your fault. Why did you have to come back? You disappeared for seventeen years, why did you have to come back and ruin our peaceful life?”

She roared, cursed, her eyes bloodshot as she glared at Jian Qing.

“Finished?” Jian Qing looked at her calmly.

Tired from yelling, An Man’s chest heaved up and down.

“Now it’s my turn.” Jian Qing grabbed her collar and jerked her up.

An Man was startled and panicked.

Jian Qing held her collar with one hand and pressed the knife against her throat with the other. Her gaze turned icy, “Why did I come back, don’t all of you know?”

She looked at Zhou Qi, her voice low, “If it wasn’t for you, my mother wouldn’t be dead. How dare you now ask me why I came back.”

Of course, she came back to settle the debts they owed her. Do they still need to ask?

Zhou Qi quickly lowered her head, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes.

This was the first time Jian Qing had openly brought up the events from seventeen years ago.

“An Man, let’s now settle the debts you owe me. Xiaojing got a cut, so I want ten in return from you.”

As soon as the words fell, the knife in her hand started moving.

The gleaming blade twirled in front of everyone, followed immediately by a sharp, piercing scream.

“Ah–”

Blood dripped onto the floor, and An Yu and the others automatically covered their eyes, not daring to look.

The first cut landed on An Man’s arm.

The second cut scraped her cheek.

The third cut slashed her waist.

…

With each rise and fall of the blade, ten cuts appeared on An Man’s body before Jian Qing finally stopped.

As for Zhou Qi, she had already been petrified in place, unable to move as if her feet were chained.

However, from her pale face and quivering lips, it was clear that she had been scared.

Old Mr. An had turned away the moment Jian Qing made the first cut. He knew that this time An Man was courting death herself.

He had let them off once seventeen years ago. Now, he couldn’t help them anymore.

The silver blade was stained with blood, Jian Qing dropped the knife and let go of An Man.

Just as she stood up, she was wrapped in a warm embrace from behind.

The man circled her from behind, holding a tissue to wipe her hands, carefully cleaning each finger.

“Next time, don’t dirty your hands with this sort of thing.”

“But I wanted to take revenge for you myself.” Jian Qing looked up, her sparkling eyes twinkling, a smile on her lips.

Quan Jingwu paused in his action of wiping her hands, his thin lips curling in a smile.

“Idiot.”

“You’re the idiot” Jian Qing shot him a glance, huffing.

He constantly called her an idiot; in fact, she was very smart.

Although the two were deeply affectionate, in comparison, An Man was miserable.

Bloodied, An Man lay on the floor, but no one came forward to help her.

Although Jian Qing hadn’t struck vital spots, the pain was still enough to make her suffer.

Not far away, Xiang Cheng sat on the sofa, his eyes wide open staring in An Man’s direction, worry and sorrow flashing in his eyes.

These past few days, he had come to understand that the only person who was good to him in this world, besides his mother, would not be anyone else.

If not for him, his mother wouldn’t have hired an assassin to kill Jian Qing.

All of this was his fault.

But now, it was too late to say anything…