Monopolize My Mysterious Wife-Chapter 493 - 479 the promised coldness_1
Chapter 493: 479, the promised coldness_1
Chapter 493: 479, the promised coldness_1
People unfamiliar with the imprint on the paper wouldn’t know, but Abel and his unit instantly recognized the seal of their military department from M Country.
The message on the paper was brief, its implication clear: Jian Qing was indeed the commander of M Country’s special forces. Even Abel had to obey her orders, and she had the authority to command the operation.
For a moment, everyone looked at Jian Qing with even stranger expressions.
Just who exactly was she, that she could get approval from M Country’s military department to become the commander of this operation?
Closing the paper and placing it carefully into his pocket, Abel looked at Jian Qing with a touch of respect.
Jian Qing, “Miss Zhan, do you have any other questions now?”
Zhan Mingyan looked a bit deflated, “As Ms. Jian is dispatched by M Country, I indeed have no comment.”
Jian Qing forced a smile. Although Zhan Mingyan had an issue with her, she was not as annoying as Song Xirou and her ilk.
Quan Jingwu held her hand, discontented that so many people wanted to distract his wife’s attention.
“Let’s continue in the Inn.”
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He departed holding her hand, leaving Quan Yimo and the others.
“You two heartless people, could you wait for me aaaa?” Bai Jue hauled his luggage, yelling in irritation.
They brought him here, and now they’re ignoring him?
Could they have any human kindness?
On the way back to the Inn, Jian Qing asked about the situation in the town, and Quan Jingwu also discussed the developments in the past half-month with her.
“Boss Jing!”
The guard at the Inn almost popped his eyes out when he saw Quan Jingwu bring a woman back; they were very close to each other.
Quan Jingwu let out a hum and walked in holding Jian Qing.
“Xiaojing, why don’t you take me to Jikin now?” Jian Qing spoke.
Quan Jingwu’s brow slightly furrowed, he curved his iron arm, pulling her into an embrace.
Lowering his head to look at her, he spoke with a melancholy tone, “You have not asked how I am, you are always asking about others’ affairs.”
“Pfft.”
Jian Qing laughed helplessly. She held his face with both hands, “Alright, I’ll concern myself with you unwillingly.”
“Really unwillingly?” He moved closer, his purple pupils squinted dangerously.
She gave him a sly smile, “It is indeed hard.”
Him, devilishly grinning, lowered his head and bit her earlobe.
“Are you trying to coax me?”
“Ahh–––”
Jian Qing covered her ear, her watery eyes looking at him in feigned anger, “Are you a dog?”
“I belong to you,” Quan Jingwu chuckled softly, his jaw rested on her shoulder.
Jian Qing laughed, copying him, she bit his neck.
“Good girl, you’re provoking me here, are you sure?”
His eyes darkened instantly, a dark light sparked in his eyes.
Jian Qing, feeling that something was not right, pushed him away hurriedly.
“Let’s continue talking about Jikin.”
Quan Jingwu leaned against the pillar, watching her with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.
“I don’t want to talk about him now.”
He hadn’t seen her in half a month, how could he be interested in talking about Jikin.
Meeting his gaze filled with melancholy light, Jian Qing coughed lightly, quickly avoiding his gaze. “Then let’s talk about the people in town who are infected with the virus reagent.”
“What virus reagent?”
Bai Jue, lugging two suitcases, had just walked in and heard Jian Qing’s words, immediately piqued his interest.
Looking deeply at her, Quan Jingwu’s thin lips curved lightly.
He extended his hand to pull her to sit down at the long table.
Subsequently, Quan Yimo and the others returned, everyone gathered around the table.
“Fu Heng, where are the people who were inoculated with the virus reagent?” Jian Qing asked.
Fu Heng, “We’ve isolated them in one room. I’ve temporarily controlled the spread of the virus in their bodies with medicine, but, without developing the antidote soon, I fear they won’t be able to hang on for long.”
“Bai Jue, you are in charge of this,” said Jian Qing.
Hearing this, everyone’s eyes turned to Bai Jue, the man who came with Jian Qing.
“Madam, who is he?” Fu Heng curiously looked at Bai Jue.
“Bai Jue has extensive research on virus reagents. Take him to see those infected with the virus, he will find a way,” she responded.
Bai Jue rolled his eyes at her.
Should he thank her for such high praise?
“Let’s go.”
He stood, giving Fu Heng a glance, and spoke.
What a hardworking fate he had, he shouldn’t have followed her here, it was too unfair.
When Fu Heng leaves, Jian Qing lowered her head to examine the topographic map spread on the table, studying it carefully.
“Did you sketch this?”
She side-eyed the person next to her and asked.
“Hmm.” With one hand on her chair, the natural intimacy between their movements attracted curious glances from everyone present.
She pointed at the map with a curled fingertip, her eyes sparked with contemplation.
“Xiaojing, how many days do you think they can hold off?”
Quan Jingwu flicked her forehead lightly, speaking with an exceedingly gentle tone, “Naughty!”
“…”
Everyone looked at the two of them, not understanding why the scene seemed off-script.
What happened to the agreed-upon severity?
They were in a meeting for God’s sake, shouldn’t they mind their behavior?
“Jian Qing, do you know something?” Quan Yimo asked tentatively.
Since she could command M Country’s special forces, she must know something. Otherwise, why would M Country’s military department give her such power?
Jian Qing glanced upward, “Iverson is cunning. He won’t rashly attempt a rescue. The most dangerous place is also the safest place. He must be hiding somewhere on this island. Right now, our best approach is Jikin.”
“But we’ve interrogated Jikin for several days now, and his mouth is proving hard to pry open,” Qiao Yu said.
“He appears sincere and steadfast, insisting Iverson and his gang will surely come to his rescue.”
A corner of Jian Qing’s mouth lifted, “Really?”
She was curious how hard it was to pry open.
“Qiao Yu, bring him over.”
Qiao Yu was shocked for a moment. He looked up into her pitch-black eyes, smiling cunningly.
“Understood, I’ll handle it right away.”
He wanted to see if Jikin could withstand the tactics of his madam.
Quan Jingwu passed her his cup, “Have some water first.”
“Mhmm.” Jian Qing took it, smiling at him.
From the corner of the room, Zhan Mingyan looked at the cup in Jian Qing’s hand, lowering her head to avoid the sight.
So the rumors she heard when she returned to Beijing were all true. The Quan Jingwu she knew never had such a gentle side, but in front of Jian Qing, it was like he had become a different person, bestowing all his scarce tenderness exclusively on her.
Zhan Mingyan felt like she had lost before even going into battle.
Qiao Yu was efficient with his work, he came in hand holding Jikin.
“Madam, Jikin is here.”
He threw down Jikin, wiping his hand in disgust.
Jian Qing lowered her gaze to the man on the ground bound up tightly. Reeking of an awful stench, a bloody whip mark on his face made his features seem even fiercer.
