Chapter 795 - 795 781 Cant Sit Still (2)_1

Chapter 795: 781, Can’t Sit Still (2)_1 Chapter 795: 781, Can’t Sit Still (2)_1 Song Yi was so furious that he was hospitalized while Zhang Tong was running back and forth between the hospital and home. Meanwhile, Song Xirou, after her experience with Qiao Hai, stopped contacting the consortiums that had withdrawn their investments.

A week later, the very building of Song Corporation was leveled to the ground at a shocking pace. The ruthlessness of JK International becomes clear to everyone in Beijing yet again.

However, people remained skeptical regarding the rumors about Quan Jingwu being overseas. After all, despite the chaos he stirred up, Quan Jingwu had not appeared in public, which was indeed confusing.

Surrounding the Shijin Haoting, everything fell silent.

“Jian, you’ve lost so much weight, this isn’t good. Giving birth requires a lot of strength.”

In the living room, Xiya’s distinctive voice rang out.

Seeing Jian Qing’s thinness, Xiya frowned, unable to hide her concern.

“Jian, I bought your favorite cake. At least have some.”

Jian Luo cut the cake, handed a piece to Xiya who then passed it to Jian Qing, encouraging gently, “Quan Jingwu will surely wake up soon. He’d be consumed by guilt if he saw you in this state. Even if you’re not hungry, you shouldn’t starve your babies.”

Jian Qing held the cake, but its sweet aroma couldn’t stimulate her appetite.

She looked up to see the worried looks on Xiya and Jian Luo’s faces, picked up her fork, and took a few bites.

Jian Luo watched, her heart finally relaxing a bit.

“Jian, despite Bai Jue being a flirt, he’s competent in medical skills. You have to trust that he will cure Quan Jingwu. Also, Quan Jingwu loves you the most, he wouldn’t want you to be so sad.” Upon seeing that Jian Qing ate, Xiya’s knitted brows relaxed.

“Is your belly normally this big when you are carrying twins? It already looks like the seven months when I was pregnant with Maomao.”

Jian Qing stopped after a few bites of cake and gently caressed her bulging belly, a warmth in her eyes.

“You had one baby, but I’m nurturing two.”

Xiya rolled her eyes gracefully, “Show off. So, what do you plan to do with Song Xirou? She doesn’t seem to be keeping low.”

Jian Qing’s eyes darkened, “She won’t be hopping around for long.”

Having heard that, Xiya stopped worrying.

Anyone who crossed Jian didn’t end well.

“Where’s Maomao? Why didn’t you bring her with you?” Jian Luo asked.

“She has a cold, Khan is taking care of her at home.” Xiya replied.

Jian Luo couldn’t help but laugh, “It seems like Khan is quite suited for the role of a stay-at-home dad.”

He’s always showing off his daughter in group chats. He’s turned into a fanatical doting father.

Xiya did not deny it.

Just then, a man in black entered the room in swift strides.

“Boss, Song Xirou is here.”

Jian Qing raised her eyebrows, frost gathering in her eyes.

Ah, she finally couldn’t sit still.

“Jian, why is she here?” Xiya asked curiously.

Jian Qing stood up, “She’s courting death.”

Before the echo of her words had faded, she was on her way out.

“Sister, wait for me.”

Jian Luo quickly followed, with Xiya rushing out behind them.

When Jian was about to give Song Xirou a hard time, of course she needed to go and cheer her on.

The sky was a clear blue, bits of white cloud floating around.

In the courtyard, Song Xirou was intercepted by two men dressed in black.

Looking around at the beautiful courtyard, her eyes filled with jealousy.

This was the place she once longed to live in.

If not for Jian Qing’s arrival, she would have been the mistress of this place.

If it wasn’t for Jian Qing, she should be the wife of the CEO of JK International. All of her carefully laid plans wouldn’t have come to nothing.

“Well, the sun is shining so brightly, yet the white lotus is still blooming everywhere?” From afar, Xiya saw Song Xirou’s fierce face and jeered.

Song Xirou looked around and noticed Xiya talking about her. She cast a resentful glance at Xiya, then turned her eyes to Jian Qing standing in the middle.

“Jian Qing, what does hiding and tripping others up say about you? Are you behind Qiao Hai’s plot against me?”

Jian Qing’s eyes were cold and indifferent, “Song Xirou, backstabbing isn’t your favorite game? You sought out Qiao Hai yourself and willingly engaged in a deal with him. From start to finish, I didn’t force you into anything. You were a willing participant in it all.”

Her words hit the nerve. Frustrated and embarrassed, Song Xirou yelled, “Everything I’ve suffered up till today is your fault! If not for you, why would I need to find Qiao Hai! All this is your fault, you deserve to die!”

Before her words ended, she had her gun pointed at Jian Qing, her face a contorted mask of fury.

“Jian Qing, go to hell with your child.”

A cold glint flashed in Jian Luo’s eyes, “You’re courting death.”

He swiftly grabbed Song Xirou’s wrist. His swift action left her no time to react.

“You…”

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot up her wrist. She cried out in pain, let go of the gun, and it instantly landed in Jian Luo’s hand, and in the next moment.

He brought his knee up sharply, striking her knee. Song Xirou crumpled to the ground.

“White Lotus, you’re really too stupid to be helped.” Xiya watched Song Xirou’s pain, mockery etched across her features.

Refusing to repent even at the brink of death, she really was quite something.

One of the men in black stepped forward, pressing down Song Xirou’s shoulders, preventing her from rising while she could only struggle fruitlessly. Lifting her head, she glared at Jian Qing.

“Jian Qing, it’s all your fault! Why did you have to come to Beijing? I hate you, I hate you to death. Everything I had was destroyed by you.”

Red-faced from yelling, she roared.

Xiya burst into laughter, marveling at Song Xirou’s shamelessness.

Jian Qing looked down at her indifferently, her face impassive.

“Song Xirou, did you have a hand in my kidnapping?”

At this point, Song Xirou didn’t care anymore and replied with a crazed grin. “Yes, I knew about your kidnapping all along. Those people are just useless. They promised me that they’d get rid of you. Yet here you stand, unscathed. I hate them.”

“Who were these people?” Jian Qing stepped forward, her voice cold, “how did you get in touch with them?”

Those people weren’t someone Song Xirou could control, there was only one explanation, they must’ve sought her out first.

Laughing scornfully, Song Xirou retorted, “Why should I tell you? Jian Qing, there are so many people out there wanting you dead. You dodged the bullet this time, but next time, you may not be as lucky. After all, Quan Jingwu saved you once, it’s unlikely he’ll be able to save you a second time.”

Halfway through, she threw her head back in a fit of derisive laughter. “Quan Jingwu is still in a coma, isn’t he? Jian Qing, it’s all because of you. If it weren’t for you, Quan Jingwu wouldn’t have been injured. Seeing him lying unconscious, don’t you feel guilty?”

Her intention was to provoke Jian Qing, and if it could lead to a miscarriage, that would be the best outcome.