Chapter 137: 137, Dislike An Family (second update) _1 Chapter 137: 137, Dislike An Family (second update) _1 Quan Jingwu held her hand, resting his chin on her shoulder, and whispered into her ear, “Sweetie, why don’t you just wear it to make me happy, hmm?”
Jian Qing, “…”
Seeing her silence, Quan Jingwu quickly diverted her attention. Lightly pecking at her side face, a dash of crimson instantly colored Jian Qing’s fair cheek.
“Damn you, Xiaojing!” Jian Qing’s eyes flickered as she stomped on his foot before pushing him away, heading towards the living room.
“You better get back.”
Quan Jingwu watched her receding figure, he smiled slightly, picked up some fruit that had been washed next, and followed her leisurely.
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Mingxiang Pavilion, the most famous tea house in Beijing.
Calligraphy hung on every wall of the pavilion, the gentle aroma of tea lightly enveloped the space, emanating a sense of peace and elegance.
In a private room on the third floor, a domineering voice resounded, “Aqiu, have you contacted that scoundrel Quan Jingwu?”
“I have contacted him and he should be arriving shortly.” Aqiu responded. If the old master keeps insulting people, calling them ‘scoundrel,’ it wouldn’t end well if Quan Jingwu heard him.
“Go down and check.”
“Yes.”
Aqiu nodded respectfully and stepped out of the room.
“Manager Aqiu.”
A few men dressed in black respectfully called out to Aqiu when they saw him.
For the sake of the old master’s safety, he usually had some bodyguards accompanying him whenever he went out, just in case of an emergency.
Aqiu responded and caught sight of a tall and robust figure gradually approaching the entrance.
“Mr. Jing!” Aqiu called respectfully.
No wonder he held the entire Chinese economy in his hands. Just his overpowering aura was enough to intimidate everyone around him.
Quan Jingwu glanced at the reserved teahouse and asked, his stern face showing no emotion, “Where is Old Master An?”
“In the private room on the third floor, please follow me.” Aqiu gestured respectfully and led the way.
A rustle came from the entrance. Looking up, old master An saw a black figure entering. A hint of admiration appeared in his eyes.
“Well, you know how to make an entrance, making me wait all this time.” The old master commented, taking the initiative to break the ice.
Ignoring his jest, Quan Jingwu made his way over to a seat across from him.
After a few minutes of silence, the old master lost his patience as the man opposite him showed no signs of initiating a conversation. He broke the silence first, “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
“Hmm?” Quan Jingwu raised an eyebrow and looked at him indifferently.
“Cut the act. You tell me, what’s going on between you and my girl, Qing?” Master An resisted the urge to brawl, speaking with great displeasure.
“When did you set your eyes on my Qing?”
In response to old Master An’s fierce outbreak, Quan Jingwu appeared remarkably calm, “Is it important to discuss this now?”
“Of course, it is.” Old Master An gritted his teeth.
Quietly eloping with his girl, how could this not be important? Then what would be?
“If old Master An wants to know, isn’t it better to ask Sweetie?” Quan Jingwu replied evenly.
“Sweetie?” Old Master An was taken aback, “Who is that?”
“Jian Qing.” Quan Jingwu reminded him.
Old Master An’s mouth twitched, “…”
Coming back to his senses, he stared at the man across from him with a peculiar look in his eyes. Was this the Quan Jingwu he had known?
Even the always cold and ruthless Quan Jingwu had times when he was ridiculously cloying.
Recalling Jian Qing’s deep dislike for the An Family, old Master An gave him an irate look, “Considering that you’re fully aware that Qing, she…..”
He stopped halfway, visibly frustrated.
“Hmm!” A scornful laugh escaped Quan Jingwu’s lips as he leaned back and crossed his legs, “Considering that you’re fully aware that Sweetie despises and hates the An Family, she obviously wouldn’t tell you anything. Is that what you were going to say, old Master An?”