Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Asking Mother for Advice_1 Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Asking Mother for Advice_1 “Then it’s settled,” the old man An announced decisively.

At this meal, perhaps only old man An and Jian Qing truly had the appetite to eat; everyone else ate without tasting.

After dinner, Jian Qing promptly bid farewell to old man An. Although she had agreed to stay at the An Family house, it wouldn’t be today.

Only after repeatedly confirming that Jian Qing would keep her promise to stay at the mansion did old man An happily let her go.

It was already past eight when Jian Qing returned to Shijin Haoting. After taking a shower, she dismiss her sleepiness. With her hair half-dried, she sat on the bed, hugging a sketchbook, and began to draw.

The slender pencil moved fluently on the white paper. Contours and features took form; it was almost recognizable as an elder’s portrait.

If Jian Luo were here, he would immediately recognize the person in the sketch as the Elder Master Jian.

Noticing the vibration of her phone, Jian Qing stopped her pencil and picked up her phone. She was surprised to see the contact name displayed on the screen.

Why on earth would that idiot think to call her?

Without much hesitation, Jian Qing answered the phone. Even over the phone, she could feel someone’s enthusiastic energy on the other end.

“Dear Jian, do you miss me, oh?”

What’s wrong with her?

Spouting nonsense.

Jian Qing raised an eyebrow, “Speak properly!”

“I hardly ever get to call you, you’re too cold-hearted; it really breaks my heart,” the woman complained with a feigned sweet voice.

Jian Qing’s mouth quivered, “Tell me, have you given up on Korean dramas to fall for palace dramas?”

A person from M Country, clumsily speaking Chinese with a heavy accent, made meaningful conversation difficult.

“How did you know?” The woman’s excited voice came over.

Jian Qing, “…”

Of course, she knew from the woman’s over-enthusiastic behavior for palace dramas.

“Let me tell you, those palace dramas are just so brilliant, the women are all scheming and manipulative one after the other, I’ve learned so much!” The woman enthusiastically began talking about palace dramas, interspersing bits of Chinese within her English.

Jian Qing felt a headache coming on, “You didn’t call me in the middle of the night just to talk about this, did you?”

The woman gave an embarrassed laugh, “Of course not, I called because I have something important to discuss with you.”

“Hmm?” Jian Qing leaned back, comfortably lying down on the bed.

“I have an exhibition coming up in Beijing soon, I wonder if you could grace it with your presence?” The woman asked, mimicking the terms used in a palace drama, obviously enjoying herself.

Jian Qing, resisting the urge to hang up, deliberately disagreed, “Not interested.”

“You have to come. If you don’t, I’ll confer you a zhijihong!” The woman became anxious.

Jian Qing couldn’t suppress her laughter, “Do you even know what a zhijihong is?”

A Zhijihong?

Did that ninny actually know what a zhijihong was?

She’s been quite bold lately, even daring to confer her a zhijihong, was she looking for a beating?

“What is…what is it?” The danger in Jian Qing’s words made the woman’s voice falter. She humbly asked for advice.

She had heard it on television somewhere, where would she know what it was? She had just casually used it.

Jian Qing, “…”

As expected, she couldn’t rely on that blockhead to be intelligent.

“Look it up yourself.”

The woman didn’t linger on the matter and brought up the earlier topic, “Dear, have you made your decision?”

“Time and place,” Jian Qing said.

Taking this as confirmation, the woman promptly told her the time and place, “Make sure you don’t oversleep, or I’ll storm your territory. Love you, mwah!”

Jian Qing’s eye twitched, should she admit that this person knew her well?

Hearing the woman on the phone trying to steer the conversation back towards palace dramas, Jian Qing hung up decisively, not giving the person on the other end a chance to respond.

She had been planning on sleeping in the next morning, but now, her lazy morning dream was shattered.

To compensate for not being able to sleep in tomorrow, she decided to go to sleep immediately, tidying up her sketchbook and pencil on the bedside table.

With a press of the remote, the soft lighting dimmed, leaving only a small, yellow bedside lamp on.

…

The clear blue sky was like washed water, a pleasant breeze blew, the drizzle over the past few days had driven away the stifling heat of Beijing, adding a bit of coolness.

At this moment, the prime location in Beijing was flooded with crowds, and even the media had dispatched forces. The biggest reason was because of one person: the internationally famous “Hand of the Devil” Xiya.

Mention Xiya, and anyone with a bit of artistic sense would know about her. Having an extraordinary talent for photography, her photographs are as if they have been bestowed a soul, every single one touching one’s heart, shaking one’s soul.

Genius masters always have some quirks, and Xiya was no exception, she seldom holds her own photography exhibitions, the number of times can be counted on one hand. Today was the first time in China, but also the fifth exhibition she had held since becoming famous.

With fame comes controversy. Rumors about Xiya abound, and the most intriguing of them all was her sexual orientation, there were plenty of rumors that she preferred women, though she herself never confirmed nor denied it. Her laissez-faire attitude was certainly distressing for her team.

News of Xiya holding an exhibition in Beijing only broke a few days ago, and as soon as the news came out, everyone was busy scrambling for tickets, just to see her artwork up close.

The exhibition was held in one of JK International’s buildings, people had been waiting since early in the morning. Those who didn’t get the tickets also wanted to get a glimpse of the legendary “Hand of the Devil” Xiya. In order to ensure order, the security for the day had been increased.

“Please don’t push, be mindful of your safety.”

“Please move back a little, don’t squeeze in.”

“Please cooperate and move back a little, pay attention to safety.”

Security kept repeating the same words, asking the crowd to pay attention to their safety. But those who were hell-bent on seeing Xiya didn’t pay any heed to security’s words, their minds driven by one thing: to get in, squeeze in, squeeze harder.

The exhibition was on the third floor of the building, to prevent any accidents, the entrance had been surrounded by security. Only those with invitation tickets would be allowed to enter the exhibition.

When Jian Qing arrived, she saw a scene of a bustling crowd.

She suddenly regretted agreeing to come.

If she squeezed in, she would probably be squashed, right?

What if she went downstairs to have some dessert first, and then contacted that idiot after the exhibition ended?