Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Chapter 37: Chapter 37 Guess_1 Chapter 37: Chapter 37 Guess_1 “I heard that JK International places great importance on this jewelry launch. Xiangxiang, you all must make the most of this opportunity. If you can become the spokesperson for JK International’s jewelry project, it would be an ideal opportunity for both fame and fortune. ” Yang Hao spoke up, his eyes gleaming at the mention of JK International.

Yang Xiang said, “Dad, we know.”

“Chu Ruohan is also among the candidates for this jewelry shoot, and she certainly wouldn’t let such an opportunity pass.” Yang Lin frowned, murmured softly.

If she could get the spokesperson’s spot, she might have regular chances to see Quan Jingwu. Such an opportunity would surely not be missed by Chu Ruohan.

Hearing Chu Ruohan’s name, a shadow cast over the bottom of An Yu’s eyes, and she even put down the chopsticks in her hand.

“Indeed, that Chu family girl has some skill, but the grandma believes that you guys are absolutely no less than her.” Zhou Qi laughed, very unlike her disdain and treatment of Jian Qing, she looked like a doting grandmother.

“Hmm.” Yang Xiang obediently nodded, An Yu and Yang Lin exchanged a look, each lost in their own thoughts.

“Jian Qing, our An family does not support idlers. An Yu and others all have their own jobs; what about you?” An Rong began, her tone was as sharp and sarcastic as ever, causing the smile on Grandfather An’s face to gradually fade.

“An Rong!” Grandfather An called out sternly, and then looked at Jian Qing. “My dear Qing, even if you never work a day in your life, your grandpa can still support you.”

The last sentence was strong and resolute, causing slight changes in the expressions of those like An Rong.

Meeting the determination in Grandfather An’s eyes, Jian Qing felt a warmth in her heart. But before she could speak, An Rong’s voice rang out again.

“Grandpa, although we can indeed support her, we can’t let her be idle all her life, can we?” As she spoke, An Rong’s emotions grew more agitated, her voice rising, tinged with dissatisfaction.

Grandfather An’s gaze hardened, and with a “thump”, he threw the chopsticks in his hand onto the table. “Enough, An Rong, you…”

“Wait!” A cold voice echoed, interrupting Grandfather An’s words on the verge of anger.

Grandfather An turned to look at Jian Qing, somewhat puzzled. “Qing, you…”

It took him a great effort to get her to reside in the mansion. If she was driven away by An Rong’s provocation, whom would he confide in?

Jian Qing met his gaze with a faint smile. “You’re not in the best of health, don’t get angry so easily.”

Her gentle voice was like a breeze in March, smoothing over Grandfather An’s temper. Grandfather An glanced at An Rong, snorted, and didn’t get angry again.

Just being yelled at by Grandfather An, An Rong was scared to some degree. Seeing that Jian Qing pacified Grandfather An promptly, An Rong’s anger increased.

Having appeased Grandfather An, Jian Qing finally looked up and swept her gaze across the people in the dining room, finally settling her gaze on An Rong. Her deep, calm eyes caused An Rong’s heart to thump.

After a few moments of silence, Jian Qing laughed lightly, her eyes cold and proud. “Whether the An family supports idlers or not is none of my business. Please refrain from linking me with the An family constantly. There’s a limit to how presumptuous you can be. Do you think everyone likes to use the An family as their backup like you?”

The cold voice was like a knife, stabbing at An Rong’s weak spots, not even her thick makeup could hide her unsightly expression.

“Jian Qing, you…” An Rong stood up abruptly, glaring at Jian Qing with angry eyes, her chest rising and falling evidently being severely provoked.

Jian Qing rested her chin on her fingertips, clicking her tongue. “Why, did I say something wrong? Do you dare say you have never used the An family’s name to your advantage?”

An Rong choked, her finger pointing at Jian Qing trembling, her face changing color like a palette. An Yun and others’ expressions also changed. They couldn’t refute Jian Qing’s words, after all, they often made use of the An family’s name to do things outside.

“Jian Qing, do you know what respecting your elders means? What gives you the right to talk to my mom like that? My mom was just caring about your job, do you really need to respond like that?” Yang Xiang defended An Rong, her face angry.

Jian Qing sneered dismissively, giving Yang Xiang a sidelong glance. “Is that so? I’m afraid I cannot take such ‘care’. You better keep it for yourself.”

“You… Don’t be ungrateful. Moreover, where did my mom go wrong? If you have a job, why don’t you talk about it?” Yang Xiang said sarcastically.

At her words, everyone’s eyes shifted to Jian Qing. Apart from Grandfather An and Uncle Qiu, in the eyes of the other An family members, Jian Qing was probably nothing more than a greedy, lazy girl who coveted the An family’s assets.

A corner of Jian Qing’s lips curled up, her tone insinuative, “You’ll know about my job very soon. I hope you’re not too surprised then.”

She began to think that her decision to collab with JK International was not bad at all.

She was now looking forward to their expressions when they saw her at the shooting scene. It was certain to be interesting, wasn’t it…

Sensing the faint smile on Jian Qing’s lips, Yang Xiang and others suddenly had a bad premonition, but couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

“What do you mean by that?” Yang Lin asked coldly.

Jian Qing took a tissue to wipe her lips, then stood up. The corners of her red lips curled into a smile, “Aren’t you all very smart? Take a guess. But even if you guess right, it probably won’t do you any good.”

With that, Jian Qing bid goodbye and then promptly left the dining room.

With such a ruckus, Grandfather An no longer had the appetite to eat. He called Uncle Qiu to help him back to his room to rest.

Once Grandfather An left, An Rong could no longer suppress her temper. With a “bang”, she slapped the table, her fair hand instantly turning red.

“Damn it, that goddamn bitch.” An Rong was so angry that her face contorted.

“Sis, what did Jian Qing mean by her words just now?” Yang Xiang found Jian Qing’s words a little uneasy, feeling like there was a hidden meaning.

Yang Xiang shook her head, her face grim. “I don’t know.”