Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Chapter 203: 203, It’s My Turn to Speak (3)_1 Chapter 203: 203, It’s My Turn to Speak (3)_1 “Hiss—” Quan Jingwu’s purple eyes suddenly darken.

The mobile phone rings abruptly and incessantly.

Quan Jingwu’s handsome face darkens as he reaches for the phone on the table.

“What is it?”

On the other end of the phone, hearing Quan Jingwu’s deep and hoarse voice, Han Yue suddenly feels his death is imminent, “Err, Jingwu, did I interrupt something?”

As a man himself, Han Yue, a seasoned player in love games, understands the implications behind that voice tone all too well.

“What do you think?”

With that, he hangs up.

Putting down his phone, Quan Jingwu takes a deep breath, regaining composure in his purple eyes. Looking at the person lightly asleep beneath him, a bitter smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

It seems that feasting on the forbidden fruit still has to wait.

He sighs lightly, picks her up and walks towards the large bed, pulls back the covers and places her down before heading to the bathroom.

In this long night, a cold shower is inevitable.

…

Meanwhile, hearing the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Han Yue tilts his head 45 degrees to look at the sky, feeling his mood matches the pitch-black night sky.

“Ayue, what are you doing standing here?” Quan Mingxuan comes over when he sees Han Yue stay put after making a phone call.

Han Yue turns to look at him with a face on the verge of tears, “Axuan, I think I just interrupted Jingwu’s good time!”

“Wha, what?” Quan Mingxuan’s eyes widen as he pretends to dig out his ears, “Say that again.”

“Do you think I should prepare my last words now?” Han Yue tugs at his hair, his expression revealing the end of the world is near.

“Indeed.” Quan Mingxuan laughs out loud, unkindly nodding his head in agreement, “I will remember to pay respects to you every Qingming Festival.”

Han Yue’s face darkens as he glares at him, “I have one word for you, scram!”

Quan Mingxuan doubles over in laughter, saying, “I told you, with Jian Qing around, Jingwu has no interest in joining us at the bar, but you insisted on calling him, now you’re in trouble.”

“Shut up!” Han Yue exclaims in exasperation, “Isn’t it because this dance party is so boring that I wanted to have some fun at the bar? I didn’t expect Jingwu to give into temptation so early!”

“Alright, alright, I won’t talk about it.” Quan Mingxuan raises both hands in surrender, while trying to suppress his laughter, “So are we still going to the bar?”

“Yes, we must go.” Han Yue clenches his teeth, then puts on a mournful face, “This might be my last time going to a bar, I will find a group of beauties to accompany me tonight even if it’s the last thing I do.”

With that, he strides towards his sports car.

Quan Mingxuan watches him with a face full of appalled expression.

This kid is beyond redemption!

The two drive away, a white skirt flashes behind a large tree.

Chu Ruohan’s hand rests against the tree trunk, her eyes reflecting a malicious glint while Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue’s conversation echoes in her ears.

“Ruohan!”

A soft voice suddenly sounds, seeming a bit out of place.

Chu Ruohan turns around, an annoyed expression flashes across her face as she sees the person approaching, “Song Xirou, what do you want?”

“Ruohan, we were classmates and good friends when we were at school, why have you become so indifferent since I returned to the country?” Song Xirou approaches with a smile.

Chu Ruohan scoffs, “Oh, please, Song Xirou, there’s nobody else here, just the two of us. You can drop the act. This hypocritical act of yours makes me want to vomit.”

“Ruohan, I don’t remember ever wronging you. Why are you being so hostile?” Song Xirou calmly responds.

“Ha!” Chu Ruohan sneers at her, saying, “Song Xirou, you can’t fool me. Save your phony act for someone else, don’t bother playing it in front of me.”

Turning around to leave, Chu Ruohan is stopped by Song Xirou.

“What more is there? I’ve wasting enough time here watching your performance.” Chu Ruohan impatiently turns around with a mocking smile on her face.

“Ruohan, I know you like Jingwu, but I really didn’t mean to compete with you. Whether you believe me or not, I have to clear this up with you.”

At her words, Chu Ruohan turns around to face her, frost gathering on her face, “Song Xirou, do you think I would believe what you have to say? Moreover, if you didn’t have feelings for Jingwu, you wouldn’t repeatedly visit the Quan’s house. Do you think you can have a rightful reason to approach Jingwu if you win the favor of the Quan family, hmm?”

Song Xirou’s face remained calm, smiling all the while.

Chu Ruohan despised her soft, pitiful facade most, continuing in a cold voice: “Let me tell you, don’t even think about it. With your lowly persona, Jingwu wouldn’t even glance at you.”

“Are you finished?” Song Xirou looks up at her, her voice remains calm.

Meeting her gaze, Chu Ruohan is suddenly unsure of her thoughts.

Song Xirou: “Since you’re done, it’s my turn.”

Chu Ruohan stares at her warily, waiting for what she has to say.

“You think I frequent the Quan’s house because of Quan Jingwu?” She asks rhetorically.

Chu Ruohan snorts disdainfully, “If not, then tell me you visit the Quan family out of boredom. Save such a ridiculous story for children.”