Chapter 351 - 351 338 Did I ask you to beg me (three thousand)_2

Chapter 351: 338, Did I ask you to beg me (three thousand)_2 Chapter 351: 338, Did I ask you to beg me (three thousand)_2 Her goal has not yet been achieved, Zhou Qi just couldn’t reconcile with leaving so soon.

“Jian Qing, just tell me what you want, as long as you can let Aman go.”

Jian Qing slowly stood up, a chill rising in her eyes, “What if I said I want you to pay for my mother’s death?”

Meeting Jian Qing’s eyes deep as an icy lake, Zhou Qi’s pupils contracted slightly, her footsteps faltered.

“I…”

A trace of guilt flashed in An Rong’s eyes, but she remained unyielding, “Jian Qing, your mother’s death had nothing to do with us, we didn’t kill her.”

Before her words had settled, the temperature in the living room plummeted, as if they were in an icy lake.

Jian Qing looked at her coldly, her voice chilling, “Say it again.”

A chill crawled up An Rong’s back, the words on the tip of her tongue, upon meeting Jian Qing’s icy gaze, she found herself at a loss for words.

Perhaps sensing Jian Qing’s bad mood, Snowball positioned itself at her feet, its jet-black eyes glaring fiercely at them.

“If you don’t want Aman to die in prison, leave now.” Jian Qing was running out of patience, her tone icy.

An Rong, glaring at Jian Qing with fiery eyes, was about to speak when Zhou Qi stopped her.

“Arong, let’s go.”

Aman was already badly injured, she simply couldn’t endure any further trials.

“Mom, but…” Their purpose of coming here remained unfulfilled, and to add insult to injury, they were humiliated by Jian Qing, the mere thought of it left her unwilling to accept her fate.

“Snowball!” Jian Qing called out in a calm tone.

Snowball, its jet-black eyes lighting up, charged towards Zhou Qi and them with agility.

Scared witless, An Rong hurriedly helped Zhou Qi to escape.

“Mom, let’s hurry.”

Just as they were about to leave, Snowball grabbed hold of An Rong’s skirt, its sharp teeth flashing under the sunlight.

“Ah, let go, you beast.” An Rong’s legs went weak, her hands trembling as she pulled at her skirt.

Suddenly, with a ripping sound, her skirt was torn, almost revealing An Rong’s underwear.

Her skirt!

“Ah——” An Rong’s face was discolored, her hands frantically trying to pull down her skirt to hide herself.

Bloody beast.

“Snowball, come back.”

Jian Qing’s voice came from inside the house.

Snowball spat out the piece of torn skirt and trotted back inside, its tail swaying side to side.

Once it went inside, the main door closed with a bang.

An Rong, looking at the closed door, was shaking with rage, just like a tremor.

“Jian Qing, I swear we won’t share the same sky.”

It was fortunate that Shijin Haoting had a small population, otherwise An Rong’s embarrassment would have been witnessed by many.

“Arong, let’s get back to the car quickly, it wouldn’t be good if someone saw you like this.” Zhou Qi urged.

An Rong, moving awkwardly with her legs clamped together, using her handbag as a cover, walked towards the car parked not far away.

Damn, she will definitely recoup today’s losses.

In the living room, Jian Qing sat on the sofa, her appetite for breakfast gone. She picked up her laptop and began dealing with the files sent from the headquarters.

Time quietly passed, with Snowball quietly squatting by the side, munching on its snacks.

Suddenly, the cell phone vibrated.

Jian Qing picked it up and looked, her eyebrows curving in amusement.

Pressing accept, a manly voice came through, “Sweetie, are you awake yet?”

Looking at the time indicated on her laptop screen, it was already past 2 in the afternoon, who was he kidding asking if she was awake?

“No, I’m not awake.” She responded sarcastically.

Quan Jingwu chuckled, “Sweetie, I’ve got a meeting later, I left a document at home, can you bring it for me?”

“Where is it?” Jian Qing closed her laptop and got up to go upstairs.

“Hmm, got it.”

After hanging up the phone, Jian Qing changed her clothes, grabbed the documents and headed out.

…

JK International

CEO’s Office

Shen Hao kept his eyes to himself, but his ears perked up, listening to his boss making a phone call.

Clearly, the Boss missed his wife and was trying to find an excuse.

A document needed for a meeting, ha.

He had never seen the Boss bring a document to a meeting.

“Shen Hao, announce that the meeting is delayed by an hour.” Quan Jingwu put down his phone, his voice icy.

“Yes.” Shen Hao nodded, thinking, I told you so, the moment the wife comes, the meeting is directly postponed.

Poor us, we have to bear witness to their public displays of affection again.

Carrying the signed documents, Shen Hao quietly exited and returned to his own office.

“Hey, Shen Hao, what time is the meeting?” Seeing Shen Hao return, Mingdong asked.

Shen Hao placed the files on his desk, helplessly saying, “The meeting is postponed by an hour.”

“Why?” Yi Kai turned around to ask.

Shen Hao, “The wife will be coming soon.”

Everyone instantly understood.

Oh, I see, so the Boss is using his official position for personal gains!

Once Jian Qing arrived at JK International, she smoothly took the elevator up, no one dared to stop her.

Joking aside, they were not blind, if they stopped the future CEO’s wife, wouldn’t they be asking for a dismissal?

Arriving at the top floor, Jian Qing passed the think tank team’s office and saw that they were all busy, so she didn’t intend to disturb them.

“Madam.” Xiao Lu, sitting near the door, saw Jian Qing passing by and jovially greeted her.

The moment he spoke, it instantly attracted everyone’s attention.

Jian Qing slightly smiled and waved at them, “I’m here to deliver a document to Jingwu, carry on with your work.”

Finished speaking, she walked straight towards Quan Jingwu’s office.

“Knock, knock——”

The office door was open, and she knocked, a playful light in her eyes.

“Boss, may I come in?”

Her cold voice carried a hint of a smile. The man who had been working on his files immediately looked up.

A light-hearted smile was on her face.

He put down his pen, leaning back, a hint of amusement in his eyes, “You may.”

Jian Qing rolled her eyes at him, took advantage of her privilege.

She strolled in, went around his desk, and stood beside him, “Is it this one?”