Chapter 536 - 536 522 Take you to Revenge (1)_1

Chapter 536: 522, Take you to Revenge (1)_1 Chapter 536: 522, Take you to Revenge (1)_1 “Stop the nonsense!” Chu Yan said sternly, his cold voice causing both Jiang Fan and Chu Ruohan to jump.

He stood up and walked over, looking at Chu Ruohan with a sharp gaze.

“Did you ignore what I told you last time? Your wedding is in a few days, why are you provoking Jian Qing now?”

“Grandfather, she hit me first,” Chu Ruohan bit her lip resentfully, trying to defend herself.

“If you don’t provoke others, they won’t hit you!” Chu Yan said harshly, feeling a throbbing headache.

“Dad, you…” Jiang Fan had started to speak but was promptly interrupted by Chu Yan.

“Stop defending her, why didn’t you stop her earlier? Did your brain shut off when she acted out?”

Jiang Fan looked awkward under his cold gaze and fell silent, not daring to speak up for Chu Ruohan anymore.

“Did Jian Qing say anything before she left?” Chu Yihen asked coldly.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan’s face changed.

“She said she would give us a major gift at Ruohan’s wedding.”

While speaking, she grabbed his arm nervously. “Yihen, what is she planning to do?”

Hearing this, both Chu Yihen and Chu Yan looked even graver.

“Ruohan, go and apologize to Jian Qing with me,” Chu Yihen commanded, not allowing any objections.

Chu Ruohan lifted her head abruptly, her eyes red as she looked at him, “No, I won’t, I’m the one who was hurt the most, why does it have to be me who apologizes to her?”

Why was it that no one ever seemed to be on her side? Even though they were her closest family, they always seemed to favor Jian Qing.

“Brother, you are forcing me to marry a man I do not love, and now you’re treating me like this, am I still your sister?”

She growled lowly, tears streaking down her carefully made-up face, looking pitiful.

Yet, the man in front of her was Chu Yihen, who remained unmoved as he grabbed her hand, intent on taking her with him.

“I won’t go, Mom, I don’t want to go!” Chu Ruohan clung to Jiang Fan’s arm, crying hysterically.

“I don’t want to go, I don’t want to.”

She would rather die than apologize to Jian Qing.

Jiang Fan was caught between them, but in the end, he couldn’t help but plead on Chu Ruohan’s behalf.

“Yihen, don’t force her anymore, she’s your sister after all, and she’s going to get married in a few days, what will people say if she keeps crying like this?”

“If I have to apologize to Jian Qing, I won’t get married. I’d rather die!” Chu Ruohan hardened her heart and her eyes flashed with a hint of madness.

The atmosphere grew tense. Chu Yihen’s handsome face darkened further and he couldn’t stand people threatening him.

“Yihen, let’s leave this for later, let’s see first if there are any moves from Jian Qing’s side,” Chu Yan finally spoke.

Chu Yihen shot her a chilling look and let go of her hand. “From now until the wedding, you are not allowed to go out without my permission. Anyone who lets her out is going against me.”

Having said this, he took the car key and left straight away.

“Go back to your room.” Chu Yan ordered sternly.

Chu Ruohan glanced at Jiang Fan, her eyes filled with tears, then turned and ran upstairs.

“Causing nothing but trouble,” Chu Yan muttered, leaving with a sigh.

…

In the evening

The soft yellow light fell on the woman’s delicate face, casting a faint halo.

In the mirror, a small bruise could be seen on the woman’s forehead. Against her refined fac, it was quite an eyesore.

Jian Qing touched her forehead lightly, a flash of helplessness crossing her brow.

How should she explain this when Xiaojing came back later?

Suddenly, footfall could be heard from the staircase.

Jian Qing felt a sense of alarm. Without having figure dout how to deal with this, the next moment a tall man appeared at the door.

“What are you doing upstairs?”

The man had a low and sexy voice. Jian Qing saw him walking over and quickly ran her hands through her hair, trying to hide the wound on her forehead.

“Why did you come back so early?”

“I brought food for a silly girl,” Quan Jingwu came behind her and stretched his arm around her waist.

“What happened to your hair?”

“Oh, the wind messed it up,” Jian Qing said, burying her head into his chest.

Quan Jingwu looked down at her and noticed something amiss. “What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?”

“No,” Jian Qing replied in a soft voice.

His eyes darkened as he pulled her out from his embrace, holding her chin and locking their gazes.

“Jian Qing!”

Jian Qing reached out to stop him, but it was already too late.

“Don’t move!” He gripped her hand firmly as his gaze focused on the bruise on her forehead.

In an instant, a dangerous coldness radiated from him, his deep purple eyes filled with anger.

“What happened?”

No wonder he hadn’t seen her in the living room when he got home, and she was acting rather strange. So, she’d hurt her forehead.

“It’s just a minor injury, it’s nothing,” Jian Qing said with a faint smile, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Who did it?” He asked insistently, his eyes filled with icy rage.

“Sweetheart tell me, or I’ll have it investigated.”

Jian Qing sighed helplessly and quickly recounted what had happened at the jewelry store.

Having heard her story, Quan Jingwu’s thin lips curled into a bloodthirsty grin.

Oh, Chu Ruohan?

His woman, whom he cherished and protected, was hurt by the Chu family. They were really courting death.

Looking at the bruise on her forehead, a hint of concern flickered in Quan Jingwu’s eyes.

“Silly girl, why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”

He gently stroked the area of her wound, his tone filled with indulgence and helplessness.

“I didn’t want to upset you,” said Jian Qing, flashing a smile at him.

“Let’s go!” Quan Jingwu took her hand and led her out.

“Wait, where are we going?” Jian Qing asked as she tried to stop him.

Quan Jingwu gave a cold smile, “Revenge.”

Daring to push his wife, he would make sure that Chu Ruohan suffered a brain concussion.

“Going to the Chu family?” Jian Qing’s mouth twitched slightly.

She was familiar with her husband’s aggressive ways.

Nonetheless, she was fond of it.

Quan Jingwu hummed in affirmation, dragging her out with brisk steps.

As they reached the stairs, Jian Qing quickly grabbed his arm. “Wait, Xiaojing, listen to me.”

“Hmm?” Quan Jingwu stopped and turned to look at her.

“Let’s not rush to take revenge on Chu Ruohan. Her wedding isn’t it a few days? We can express our “congratulations” to her then,” said Jian Qing, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“But she hurt you,” Quan Jingwu said coldly, his voice filled with murderous intent. It was clear that if Chu Ruohan were here now, he would kill her on the spot.

Jian Qing smiled warmly and burrowed into his chest.

She tiptoed and kissed him on the jaw.

“Don’t be angry, we’ll settle this with her in a few days. Beating her up is letting her off too easily.”