Chapter 563 - 563 549 Grandpa Jings obsession with Xiao Baozi (3)_1

Chapter 563: 549, Grandpa Jing’s obsession with Xiao Baozi (3)_1 Chapter 563: 549, Grandpa Jing’s obsession with Xiao Baozi (3)_1 “Miss Song, you might as well call me Madam Quan,” Madam Quan said with indifference. “What brings you here today?”

Song Xirou’s expression changed slightly as she stammered, “Madam Quan, I know I was wrong last time. I’ve realized my mistake. Could you please speak to Jingwu for me, ask him to spare our Song Corporation just this once?”

“Miss Song, I am afraid you have come to the wrong person. We cannot intervene in Jingwu’s plans. If there’s nothing else, then perhaps you should leave,” Quan Mingxuan stepped forward, casting a casual glance at her with indifferent eyes.

No one would dare to interfere with his younger brother taking revenge for his wife.

Seeing Madam Quan’s silence, with no intention to speak up for her, Song Xirou felt defeated. “Madam Quan, do you remember the promise you made me back then?”

As expected, she had come for this.

A smirk flickered through Quan Mingxuan’s face.

“Of course, I remember. If you have any terms, just state them,” Madam Quan apparently anticipated what Song Xirou would say next.

Frustrated and humiliated by the mocking smile on Quan Mingxuan’s face, she blurted out her conditions, “Forgive the Song Family this time. Stop aiming at our Song Corporation.”

“Alright, we promise you,” Quan Mingxuan agreed immediately.

“But from now on, we of the Quan family owe you nothing, and you need not come here again,” he reminded her.

With clenched teeth, Song Xirou nodded in acknowledgement, “I understand.”

“You may leave now; I will discuss the matter of Song Corporation with Jingwu,” Quan Mingxuan dismissed her curtly.

Song Xirou looked at Madam Quan, who turned her head away. This left her with no choice but to leave despite her bitterness.

Watching Song Xirou’s figure disappear from sight, Madam Quan finally spoke, “Axuan, won’t your easy agreement put Jingwu in a difficult position?”

Quan Mingxuan smiled mysteriously, patting her shoulder. “Grandmother, don’t worry. Do you really think Jian Qing has not settled with Song Xirou because she’s doing you a favor by ignoring her? She intended to force Song Xirou to make use of the promise you gave her, so that Jian Qing can deal with her without any constraints in the future.”

He was not a fool. As soon as Song Xirou had mentioned the promise, he understood why this time Jian Qing had not taken action against her.

Jian Qing, such a cunning fox.

Upon his explanation, Madam Quan felt relieved.

“Quan Mingxuan, what are you doing here? Get back to writing your self-criticism,” Quan Che’s gloomy voice echoed behind him, leaving Quan Mingxuan distraught.

All of this was Han Yue’s fault for plying him with wine and making him accidentally break their father’s antique vase the night before.

Han Yue was the root of all evil!

In the evening when Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu returned to the mansion, they learned about Song Xirou’s visit from Quan Mingxuan.

That Song Xirou would use this promise to save the Song Corporation had long been within Jian Qing’s predictions, only she had not expected it so soon.

“Sister-in-law, are you really going to accept Song Xirou’s conditions?” Quan Yifei asked curiously.

Jian Qing raised her eyebrows and nodded slightly.

“But what if Song Xirou doesn’t know how to stop? If the Song family is spared, she will still have a shield. Who knows if she will make trouble again?”

“No worries, if she doesn’t mend her ways, I can always send her to the rainforest to repent at leisure,” Jian Qing offered with a faint smile.

Quan Yifei broke out laughing and gave her a thumbs-up.

My sister-in-law has beauty and bold strategies.

“Jingwu, are you guys attending the wedding at the Chu family tomorrow?” said Quan Mingxuan, who was busily writing his self-criticism. Suddenly remembering the wedding tomorrow, he lifted his head to look at the other two men.

Quan Jingwu lowered his gaze to the woman next to him. As Jian Qing looked back at him, they shared a knowing smile.

“Yes.”

The two answered in unison, their harmonious responses filled the air with bubbles of pink.

Quan Mingxuan watched dumbfoundedly and covered his mouth. His teeth ached from their sweetness.

The night was still young and quite enchanting.

After taking a bath, Jian Qing impatiently snuggled under the warm covers. Even with the heating on in the room, she still preferred to curl up in the covers.

Straight away, the door opened, and the man’s deep, purple eyes locked onto her as she read in bed. A smile flickered at the corners of his mouth.

As he closed the door and approached her, she glanced up to look at him, her eyes unconsciously curling into a smile.

“Have you finished with all the paperwork?”

As the end of the year approached, his workload had increased significantly.

“Yes.”

Quan Jingwu climbed under the covers and stretched an arm out, pulling her into his embrace.

“What are you reading?”

Shaking the comic book in her hand, she replied, “A book that Yifei gave me.”

Quan Jingwu took a glance, grabbed the comic and tossed it aside.

“Hey, you’re going to ruin the book,” Jian Qing protested as she watched the comic land on the carpet.

Quan Jingwu’s gaze darkened, and he flipped over to pin her beneath him.

“What are you doing?”

Putting a hand against his chest, Jian Qing’s delicate face blushed lightly.

Quan Jingwu’s gaze went to her belly, his robust hand resting on her flat abdomen. Thoughtfully, he asked, “Why hasn’t our little dumpling arrived yet?”

“…”

Jian Qing bit her lip.

When the little dumpling would come was beyond her control.

“Could it be I’m not trying hard enough?” he mused.

Jian Qing almost choked on her own blood.

Not trying hard enough?

He must be kidding.

If he tried any harder, she would probably die in bed.

Punching him lightly on the shoulder, she said grumpily, “Get off me, I’m tired.”

Quan Jingwu took her hand and kissed it tenderly.

“Darling, we can keep trying tonight.”

His deep, husky voice seemed to resonate, like a fine wine that had matured for thousands of years.

Hearing this, Jian Qing had the sudden urge to run.

“Jingwu, such things cannot be rushed.”

Quan Jingwu nodded, bit his lip lightly, replying “I’m not in a hurry, so we can take our time.”

Without giving her the chance to refuse, he showered her face with a flurry of kisses, his large hand igniting flames all over her soft body.

“Darling, I want a little princess who looks just like you,”

As he nibbled her ear, his seductive voice suggested a seductive proposal.

Jian Qing remained silent, her clear eyes expressing exasperation. Suddenly, she felt a chill and found her pajamas had magically disappeared. The man’s passionate kisses began devouring her senses.

The night was long, and Master Jing was very determined to have a little dumpling.

…

On the day of the wedding, all the elite families in Beijing gathered. Fancy cars continuously pulled up at the entrance of the hotel.

Inside the dressing room, Chu Ruohan sat in a daze on the sofa. The makeup artist and servant standing nearby were nervous, not daring to approach her.