Chapter 588 - 588 574 Please Protect Me My Wife (1)_1

Chapter 588: 574, Please Protect Me, My Wife (1)_1 Chapter 588: 574, Please Protect Me, My Wife (1)_1 At the commanding words, the man showed no surprise.

He slightly smirked, an elegant curve emerging from the corner of his mouth. “A’er, you’ve been following me all this time, yet you behave more and more like my brother.”

Faced with his joke, the black-clothed man called “A’er” remained silent, seemingly already used to the man’s temperament.

After a moment, A’er suddenly said, “Young Master, this is the second time you’ve slipped away from the island recently. The eldest master might be getting angry.”

“You have a good memory,” the man smiled. “What, are you afraid my brother will punish you?”

“Young Master, your health is not well. The eldest master is just worried about you,” A’er said.

“Let’s go back.” The man paused, saying calmly.

A’er stepped forward and pushed his wheelchair, moving at a steady pace.

“A’er, stop.”

Suddenly, the man spoke.

His eyes narrowed, focusing on the two people walking side by side not far away.

“Young Master!”

A’er softly called out, seeing no response, he followed the man’s line of sight, revealing a handsome man and a beautiful woman, a perfect match.

His mind wavered at the sight of the beautiful woman.

That, that was…

Why did she look so much like her?

“Hehe!” The man chuckled softly, seeing the woman’s delicate face reflected in his eyes.

She certainly looked similar, but their personalities were very different.

He noticed A’er’s stunned expression and the smile on his lips gradually faded.

“A’er, don’t mention anything about today when we get back to the island.” He spoke casually, his gentle voice carrying an undeniable aura of authority.

If he could guard her peace for a moment, then it was worth it!

After all, they still owed her…

“Yes.”

Without hesitation, A’er bowed his head in agreement.

The man smirked with satisfaction, his gaze lingering on the slender figure in the distance.

After a long time, the man withdrew his gaze, looked down at the light blue bead chain on his wrist, a trace of pain flitted through his eyes, along with barely visible nostalgia.

“Let’s go.”

A’er nodded, pushing the wheelchair away.

Meanwhile, Jian Qing was leaning in Quan Jingwu’s arms, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Xiaojing, do you feel like someone is watching us?”

She poked her head out of his arms, scanning her surroundings, but found the gaze had disappeared.

Quan Jingwu’s eyes deepened, and he lightly hummed in acknowledgement.

“No matter, let them watch.”

Jian Qing chuckled, looked up at him, a playful smile in her eyes. “Could it be another bad admirer after you again?”

Quan Jingwu’s eyes showed a hint of amusement, his forehead leaning against hers. “Then I’ll have to rely on my dear wife for protection.”

The warm breath sprayed on her face, her fluttering eyelashes held an alluring charm. “Shameless!”

The sight of her teasing smile was deeply imprinted in his mind. His cold, crystal-like eyes gradually warmed, filled with a deep affection that one couldn’t help but sink into.

He lowered his head, his thin, crimson lips covering her forehead. Jian Qing wrapped her arms around his strong waist, nestling into him.

Her submissive behavior made the man’s smile all the more enchanting.

He seemed to think of something, took out his mobile phone, and took a casual photo of their present position.

The sound of the photo being taken resonated, and Jian Qing raised her head from his arms. When she saw the photo in the phone, she smiled helplessly.

“Why are you taking a photo?”

She remembered Yifei telling her that he used to hate taking photos.

“For Facebook.”

He held her with one hand, typed on his phone with the other, and started posting on Facebook.

Jian Qing leaned against him, looking down to see that he had uploaded the composed text along with the picture to Facebook.

She grabbed his phone and put it into her pocket.

“If Yifei and the others see it later, they’ll tease me again.”

“They’re just jealous.” Quan Jingwu leaned over, resting his chin on her shoulder, his low voice mixed with a hint of amusement.

“…”

Dude, are you not afraid of getting beat up for being so smug?

－－Separation Line－－

Chu Ruohan ended up in the hospital not long after she was suspected of assassination for hire, and her uncertain fate was in the public eye. With Qin Baihao’s return and his accusations of Chu Ruohan’s assassination attempt, Beijing was breaking out into chaos.

The Chu Family, an aristocratic family that had dominated Beijing for many years, was completely disgraced by her actions.

They were once betrothed. However, they’ve sunk so low as to hire an assassin, certainly a lamentable outcome.

Just as the truth of Qin Baihao’s fall into the river had emerged, the news that Chu Ruohan had tried to assassinate not only him but also others was again exposed, causing the people of Beijing to be completely flabbergasted.

Especially, when they found out that Chu Ruohan had hired an assassin to kill Jian Qing, everyone was horrified. Who could be more privileged than Jian Qing in Beijing now?

Her biological father was An Zhe, the patriarch of the An Family, her younger brother was the globally popular celebrity, Sanyue, and her husband was the CEO of JK International. With three major backers, who could compete with her?

Chu Ruohan made a rash decision to assassinate Jian Qing. Wasn’t this like slapping a rock with a raw egg, seeking her own doom?

As soon as the news broke out, numerous media reporters in Beijing received the news and rushed to the hospital to blockade it. They wished to storm directly into the ward where Chu Ruohan was to see what was going on.

Outside the ward, two uniformed police officers stood guard.

On the hospital bed, Chu Ruohan’s injured hand was wrapped in heavy bandages. The slap marks on her cheek hadn’t yet disappeared. The once glamorous woman was now in a sorry state.

Jiang Fan sat by the bed, occasionally wiping tears from the corner of his eye.

She turned to look at Chu Yihen, who was standing by the window, her eyes filled with complexity.

“Yihen!”

She called out carefully, afraid he would lose patience.

As if he hadn’t heard her, Chu Yihen lowered his head and looked at the reporters thronging outside the hospital entrance, his gaze becoming even more gloomy.

Quan Jingwu, are you really trying to push our Chu Family to a dead end?

I won’t let you have your way, the war between us is not over yet.

“Yihen!”

The voice behind him sounded again. Chu Yihen closed the curtain and turned around.

He glanced at Chu Ruohan, still unconscious on the bed, a complex feeling rising in his heart.

“Yihen, Ruohan in her current state, she can’t stand imprisonment. Please, on account of her being your sister, help her once more,” Jiang Fan choked.

“The doctor just said, her right hand is completely useless, and she can never get pregnant again. She has paid so much. Isn’t it enough?”

The measures Quan Jingwu took showed absolutely no mercy.

A cold light flashed in Chu Yihen’s eyes, his flat voice echoed, “Two lives. Does Ruohan’s one hand erase it all?”

“So, are you just going to let Ruohan go to jail?” Jiang Fan asked painfully.