Chapter 565: 551, Good Show on Stage (5)_1 Chapter 565: 551, Good Show on Stage (5)_1 Quan Yifei looked at her in astonishment. Had the world changed so swiftly?
She couldn’t keep up with their pace.
“Alright, don’t stand there. Let’s go over and chat,” Zhan Mingyan took her hand and said.
Jian Qing sat alone on a couch, her cold, aloof demeanor discouraging anyone from approaching.
“Jian Qing!”
Upon seeing Jian Qing, Zhan Mingyan’s face lit up like a bear who had just found honey.
Jian Qing watched as Zhan Mingyan sprinted towards her in heels, feeling a cold sweat on her behalf.
“Slow down, I’m not going anywhere,” she said helplessly.
Zhan Mingyan sat down opposite her, and a flash of admiration filled her eyes, “Jian Qing, you’re so beautiful. If I were a man, I would definitely pursue you.”
Good looks, high intelligence, and even strong physical strength.
Jian Qing chuckled lightly, remembering that Quan Yifei had also said this before.
“How did you two meet?” Quan Yifei asked curiously, looking at the two women.
Zhan Mingyan responded with a mysterious smile, “That’s a secret.”
Quan Yifei pouted her lip and shot them a sullen look, “Alright, keeping secrets from me, huh? The baby is upset.”
“Upset, baby? Don’t you feel embarrassed?” Zhan Mingyan joked.
Quan Yifei, “…”
She could hear the sound of their friendship capsizing.
Meanwhile, many socialites flocked to join Zhan Mingyan and Quan Yifei’s conversation with Jian Qing, desperate to make their presence known.
But given the impression that Jian Qing had previously made, no one dared to cause trouble for her. When they saw the ring on her hand, jealousy and envy filled the room.
“Miss Jian is really blessed. I wonder when we’ll be invited to a wedding and have a toast?” a well-to-do woman spoke up first.
Once the ice was broken, everyone else chimed in.
“Yes, when Miss Jian and Mr. Jing announced their wedding, we were all in the dark. When can we expect to toast to the happy event?”
“Miss Jian and Mr. Jing are meant to be together. A truly well-matched pair in both appearances and talents.”
The crowd coated their comments with sugar — after all, Jian Qing’s current status as An Zhe’s darling and Quan Jingwu’s wife, the First lady of JK International, was extraordinary. Based on how Quan Jingwu spoiled her, ingratiating themselves with Jian Qing could only bring benefits.
Zhan Mingyan and Quan Yifei frowned. They were having a pleasant conversation until these people had to butt in. The flattery made them sick to their stomachs.
Jian Qing remained indifferent, occasionally sipping her fruit juice, as though she couldn’t hear their flattering words.
Not far away, Quan Jingwu was conversing with Han Yue and several others, but his eyes kept falling on Jian Qing. Seeing her surrounded by a crowd, his brow furrowed.
Setting down his wine glass, he strode swiftly toward the rest area.
“Hey, Jingwu, where are you going?” Han Yue called out.
Quan Mingxuan chuckled as he watched him leave, “No use calling for him. He’s off to find his wife.”
Following his gaze, Han Yue let out a sigh. Married men were truly frightening, almost like dedicated servants to their wives.
“Mr. Jing!”
As soon as Quan Jingwu appeared, the swarm of women surrounding Jian Qing dispersed, clearing a path for him.
Quan Yifei held back laughter, admiring her brother’s command. Finally, there was some peace and quiet.
“Jingwu!” When Jian Qing saw him coming, the traces of coldness melted from her eyes. Her radiant gaze shimmered as if filled with stars, making her all the more captivating.
“Axuan and the others are over there, let’s sit with them.” He reached out, taking her cold hand in his. His thin lips pressed tightly together.
“Why are your hands so cold?”
Women’s dresses were thin to begin with, not to mention Jian Qing was already prone to coldness. During winter, Quan Jingwu practically bundled her up like a dumpling. Even though the hall was heated, it was still a bit chilly.
Quan Jingwu took off his coat and draped it over her, holding her hand tightly.
Their coordinated movements made the women around them green with envy.
Jingwu’s combination of strength and tenderness was what they all desired.
When Quan Jingwu led Jian Qing away, Quan Yifei and Zhan Mingyan quickly followed. They had no interest in flattering these women.
The wedding was about to officially start, and everyone returned to their seats.
“Mingyan, when did you come back?” Han Yue asked, surprised to see Zhan Mingyan there.
“The day before yesterday,” Zhan Mingyan replied, taking a seat.
Quan Mingxuan watched the close interaction between her and Jian Qing, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
If he remembered correctly, didn’t Mingyan used to have a crush on Jingwu?
Jian Qing leaned against Quan Jingwu, pulling his hand to check the time. A meaningful smile played at the corners of her lips.
The person she had arranged to meet should have arrived by now.
Outside the hotel entrance, a woman in a stunning dress gazed at the wedding photo displayed at the door, her lined eyes dark with malice.
Chu Ruohan!
Well, how impressive.
She put on her sunglasses and placed a hand on her slightly protruding belly.
The position as the mistress of the Qin family could only be hers.
She handed her invitation to the doorman, striding confidently into the hotel in her high heels.
Inside the hall, the soothing piano music came to a halt, and the voice of the wedding MC echoed through the microphone.
“Now, please welcome the bride!”
The doors opened wide, and Chu Ruohan, in a magnificent wedding dress, appeared in front of everyone. Her exquisitely done makeup emitted an unusual glamour. However, her face showed no hint of a smile, even appearing somewhat melancholic. She held onto Chu Jing’s hand and stepped onto the long red carpet, heading inside.