Chapter 27: Chapter 27 This Counts as My Privilege_1 Chapter 27: Chapter 27 This Counts as My Privilege_1 “So this counts as my special privilege?” Jian Qing narrowed her eyes, her emotions masked, she joked with him humorously.
Quan Jingwu smiled wryly, “Hmm.”
A special privilege bestowed only upon her, exclusively for her.
Jian Qing let out a heh heh laugh, not taking his words to heart, “So you do have a sense of humor too.”
“Jian Qing, you don’t have to fake a laugh, if you don’t feel like it.” Quan Jingwu’s purple pupils flickered an obscure glimmer, looking at the smiling face hidden behind a mask, he tasted the bitterness of heartache for the first time.
Jian Qing was slightly taken aback, the smile on her lips instantly faded, her thoughts seemed to drift far away, like she had said something similar to someone, a long time ago.
“Really?” The morning wind carried a tranquil voice, it sounded elusive, empty.
Before Quan Jingwu could respond, Jian Qing lifted her head, her eyes distant, “I’m sorry, I have something else to deal with, I have to go.”
Finishing her words, she turned around and left, her silhouette slightly desolate.
Snow Wolf: Why did the beauty leave so soon?
Quan Jingwu didn’t attempt to stop her, watching her retreating figure, his eyes darkened gradually.
“Howl–” Snow Wolf scraped Quan Jingwu’s trouser leg with its paw.
Quan Jingwu looked down at it, squatted down, and gently rubbed its head, “Snowball, she’s my wife, remember to protect her, okay?”
Thankfully, Jian Qing had already walked far away; otherwise, hearing these words, she would surely strangle Quan Jingwu by the neck and ask: She is his wife? Says who? Did she agree to it?
Snowball swung its large head in confusion, “Howl–”
So the beauty was their master’s wife; in that case, it could see the beauty more often in the future, how delightful.
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Returning home, Jian Qing no longer felt like developing the photographs in the camera; she sat absently in the living room, lost in thought.
After an unknown amount of time, the knock on the door “thump thump” sounded, somewhat abruptly.
Jian Qing remained motionless. She picked up the remote control and clicked a button, turning on the surveillance at the door.
The screen showed a clear image, an elderly man standing upright outside the door, his black Tang Clothes gave him a serious and dignified air.
Jian Qing propped up her head with one hand, a teasing smile curved her lips.
They finally came looking for her here after all.
Finally couldn’t endure the suspense?
At the door, after knocking three times, the elderly man stood there, patiently, seemingly sure that there was someone home.
In a short while, the front door opened. Upon seeing who opened the door, the elderly man gave a sigh of relief.
“Miss Jian!”
Jian Qing looked at the elderly man, her arms crossed, she didn’t have any intention of inviting him inside, “Mr. Qiu, it’s been many years, yet you are still as charismatic as ever!”
Mr. Qiu responded with a light smile, “Miss Jian is too kind, this old man has grown old.”
The old master was indeed correct. The Miss Jian of today was not the same as the young girl of seventeen years prior; he could no longer see through her.
Jian Qing chuckled, not wanting to beat around the bush, “Mr. Qiu didn’t come here specifically to reminisce about old times, did he?”
“The old master wishes to see you.” Mr. Qiu got straight to the point.
Jian Qing’s gaze slid past Mr. Qiu, looking ahead into the distance. She neither rejected nor accepted.
Seeing her silent, Mr. Qiu had trouble deciphering her thoughts and sighed lightly, “Miss Jian, the old master has not fared well these past years. The truth about that year is…”
“Could you please wait a moment?” Jian Qing didn’t want to listen, she tossed out a sentence and turned back into the house.
Mr. Qiu knew she had agreed. He was unsure whether to feel sorrow or joy at the bottom of his heart.
Over these seventeen years, the only one who was punished was not merely the old master. The one who got hurt the most was probably Miss Jian.
A few minutes later, Jian Qing emerged dressed as before, in a simple and refreshing look, holding her mobile phone, she stepped out with her canvas shoes on.
“Let’s go.”
Walking at a leisurely pace, Mr. Qiu followed her, noticing that she had deliberately slowed her steps for his convenience, a faint smile flashed in his eyes.
The car was already waiting nearby. Jian Qing hesitated, got directly into the car, Mr. Qiu sat in the passenger seat, the atmosphere was quiet.
The whole way, Mr. Qiu wanted to say something good on behalf of the old master, but Jian Qing remained with her eyes closed, taking a nap, apparently not wanting to talk much, so he didn’t find an opportunity speak.
Without realizing it, they arrived at the An Family old mansion. The security around the entrance was tight. Jian Qing followed beside Mr. Qiu, her steps casual, like she was walking in a garden.
“Stop!” A sharp voice sounded from behind.
Jian Qing paused. Was it calling her?
She turned to look, her lips curved when she saw the person. Indeed, enemies often cross each other’s path!
The new arrivals were none other than the sisters Yang Lin and Yang Xiang. After being scolded by the old master a few days earlier, their mother instructed them to stay in the old mansion for a few days to win the favor of the old master. As they had been feeling bored staying indoors, they decided to come out for a walk, and unexpectedly bumped into Jian Qing.
Yang Xiang, who always found Jian Qing displeasing, rushed in front of Jian Qing with an unpleasant tone, “Jian Qing, what are you doing here? Who allowed you to come?”
Jian Qing gave a scornful laugh, “I need your permission to come here?”
Yang Xiang was most irked by Jian Qing’s indifferent and nonchalant demeanor. In her view, Jian Qing was just showing off the favoritism she received by the old master.
“Jian Qing, I’m telling you this is the An Family. It’s not a place that you should be, leave immediately.” Yang Xiang had completely forgotten what the old master had said a few days earlier. All she knew was that the old master was already favoring Jian Qing enough. If Jian Qing met the old master, who knows if she would speak ill of them to him.
Mr. Qiu stood in front of Jian Qing to protect her, with a calm face, “Miss Xiang, Miss Jian was invited here by the old master. I hope you won’t make it difficult for her. The old master is still waiting.”
“Mr. Qiu, you…” Only then did Yang Xiang realize that Mr. Qiu was present. When she saw Jian Qing earlier, she lost her temper and failed to notice him there.
“Miss Xiang, if you continue to hinder Miss Jian, I’ll have to inform the old master.” Mr. Qiu said.
“Mr. Qiu, I, she…” Yang Xiang had to respect Mr. Qiu, after all, he was the closest person to the old master. Even An Zhonghui and others had to show him face.
Having caught up with them, Yang Lin realized Mr. Qiu was also present when she saw him. She knew that her sister must have caused some trouble and quickly pulled her behind her, “Mr. Qiu, don’t take offense. Her impulsiveness earlier did not carry any ill intent.”
After finishing her words, Yang Lin looked at Jian Qing, not as arrogant as before, “Jian Qing, since you are here to see Grandfather, then hurry up and go, so as not to keep Grandfather waiting.”