Chapter 552 - 552 538 Confirming this charge (2)_1

Chapter 552: 538, Confirming this charge (2)_1 Chapter 552: 538, Confirming this charge (2)_1 “Xiaojing, some people say that no matter how much you spoil me, you wouldn’t joke around with JK International. Do you think so too?” Jian Qing looked at Zhang Tong with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, and asked softly.

When her gaze landed on Zhang Tong, a bad premonition rose in her heart.

There, Quan Jingwu put down the documents on his hand, the depths of his purple eyes darkening, “Who said that to you?”

“I’ll tell you when I get back, answer my question first.” Jian Qing responded.

“Anyone who dares to bully you, just hit them back. If something goes wrong, I’ll be responsible. If you want to play with JK International, then play to your heart’s content.” The man’s voice was low and domineering.

However, to some people, these words were like death sentences.

The veins at Song Xirou’s temples burst, the bottom of her eyes gleaming with a cold light.

After hanging up, Jian Qing turned her icy gaze on Zhang Tong, the corner of her lips curving upwards, “Are you still doubting whether JK International will act against the Song Family?”

“You…” Zhang Tong choked.

Jian Qing turned her eyes to Song Xirou, crouched down and moved closer, her icy eyes roaming her face, “Song Xirou, I’m giving you one more chance. Does your fall have anything to do with me?”

If not for saving face for Quan’s elderly Madame, she wouldn’t have wasted so much time talking to her.

The icy chill in those obsidian-like black eyes made Song Xirou feel a bit uneasy. However, having come this far, she absolutely couldn’t back down.

“Jian Qing, I know it was unintentional. But now that I’m injured like this, why are you being so aggressive?”

Her pale face revealed a wronged expression – from an outsider’s perspective, it seemed as though Jian Qing was bullying her.

At the fall of her words, Jian Qing’s gaze froze.

“Hmph!”

An icy laugh escaped from her lips, echoing in the air.

She straightened up, looking at her with contempt. In a cool voice, she said, “Song Xirou, do you remember what I said to you before?”

She had exhausted all her patience for her. Now, it was time for her to bear the consequences of slandering her.

Upon looking up at Jian Qing, Song Xirou suddenly felt frightened.

“What… what do you want to do?”

Jian Qing narrowed her eyes and pulled at her collar as swiftly as a flash of lightning, yanking her up.

“Ah!”

Zhang Tong, on the side, screamed reflexively.

“Jian Qing, what are you thinking of doing?”

Seeing her daughter’s painful expression, Zhang Tong shouted in panic, attempting to reach out and grab her. But once she stretched out her hand, Jian Qing’s words made it freeze in mid-air.

“If you don’t want her hand to become like Xiang Cheng’s, you’d better not act rashly. I’ve always had a terrible temper.”

Everyone in Beijing knew that Xiang Cheng’s hand had been ruined by her. Thinking about Xiang Cheng’s plight, Zhang Tong turned pale.

“What do you want to do?” Her earlier confidence was gone; she asked in a voice that was barely a whisper.

Jian Qing smirked slightly, her gaze dropping to Song Xirou, “Song Xirou, I’ve told you not to provoke me. Since you dared to splatter me with mud, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Saying these words, she grabbed Song Xirou, and pulled her off the bed.

“Hiss–”

Without even having time to react, Song Xirou, feeling the pain in her wounds, gasped sharply.

“Jian Qing, let me go, let me go!”

She tried to fight back with all her might, her face turning even paler.

“Jian Qing, what do you want to do? Rourou is still injured and she can’t stand this kind of torture.” Zhang Tong said in a panic.

Jian Qing pulled her up, a frosty look in her eyes, “She said I pushed her down the stairs, right? Since she’s already said that, I might as well fulfill her wish. Otherwise, I’d be wrongfully accused.”

Her words fell, and Jian Qing began to pull Song Xirou towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

“It hurts, Jian Qing, let go of me…”

Her wounds hadn’t healed yet and were exacerbated by Jian Qing’s rough handling. Song Xirou groaned in pain and broke out in cold sweat.

“Jian Qing, let go of Rourou!” Zhang Tong rushed up.

Rhee and Madame Quan were both shocked by this scene, standing there dumbfounded.

In the end, it was Rhee who reacted. If the situation wasn’t so dire, she would have burst into laughter.

“Rhee, let’s hurry over there and see. Let’s not let Jian Qing act impulsively.” Madame Quan said anxiously.

Rhee patted her hand to reassure her, “Mom, don’t worry. Jian Qing knows her limits. Make sure you don’t plead for Song Xirou later, it will only put Jian Qing in a difficult position.”

Madame Quan hesitated, then thought of what Quan Mingxuan and the others had said, and nodded.

“I understand.”

Over there, Jian Qing, with one hand gripping Song Xirou, opened the floor-to-ceiling window with the other, and took her out into the balcony.

Looking down at Song Xirou, she let go of her at that moment. She fell to the cold hard ground, contorting her face in pain.

“Stop!”

Jian Qing glanced at Zhang Tong who was chasing her and shouted coldly.

Zhang Tong froze in place, her eyes anxiously on Song Xirou, “Rourou, how are you?”

“Mom, save me!”

Tears welled up in Song Xirou’s eyes, looking pitiful.

“Jian Qing, I don’t know how I offended you, but why do you keep bullying me?”

As Rhee and Madame Quan walked over, they heard her words. Rhee looked at Song Xirou, a tinge of sarcasm in her eyes.

That pitiful expression, somehow, seemed out of place on her face.

Jian Qing walked over to her slowly, yanked her to her feet, and pushed her against the balcony railing.

When facing Jian Qing, even with all her defenses up, Song Xirou was doomed to lose in strength.

Her body leaned backwards, and she was left hanging in the air.

“Jian Qing!”

A trace of panic flashed through her eyes, and her palms turned ice cold.

At this moment, she clearly felt Jian Qing’s intent to kill her.

“Ahhh–”

Zhang Tong covered her mouth, her pupils constricting.

“Jian Qing, what are you trying to do? That’s murder! Let go of Rourou now or I’m calling the police.”

Jian Qing chuckled softly and cast her a glance out of the corner of her eye, “Go ahead and call the police. But let me remind you, Song Xirou will be a cold corpse by the time they arrive.”

You…” Meeting her icy gaze, Zhang Tong froze with her phone in her hand, not daring to gamble with her own daughter’s life with Jian Qing.

“Stand there. Maybe if I’m in a good mood later, I might spare her life.” Jian Qing threatened coldly.

Then, turning her attention back to Song Xirou, a cold smile crept onto her lips, “Song Xirou, from this height, even if you don’t die after falling, you’ll probably spend the rest of your life in a hospital bed.”

“Jian Qing, this is illegal.” Song Xirou tried to calm her mind, to avoid appearing flustered.

“Hmph!” Jian Qing raised a hand to grip Song Xirou’s chin, sneering coldly. “Didn’t you say I pushed you down the stairs? If I don’t fulfill that accusation, wouldn’t I have been wronged by you for nothing?”