NOVPUBChapter 435: 421, Who is Black Jack (3)_1
Chapter 435: 421, Who is Black Jack (3)_1
Jian Qing chuckled lightly as she accompanied her upstairs.
Inside the dining room, two distinct camps had clearly formed.
Opposite Quan Jingwu, Mo Xiao and Jian Luo sat side by side.
On the dining table, almost all the wine from the wine cabinet had been brought out.
Jian Luo held a wine bottle, taking responsibility for pouring the drinks for the two, but didn’t touch a drop himself.
He was well aware that he couldn’t take alcohol. In order not to embarrass himself, he decided it was better to go easy.
“Dad, don’t bother with the wine glass—just drink straight from the bottle.”
Jian Luo was the epitome of a cheeky troublemaker.
As he noticed that not a hint of intoxication was visible on Quan Jingwu’s face, he rallied Mo Xiao to challenge him to a bottle.
Mo Xiao glanced across at his opponent, who appeared far from intoxicated—much to his annoyance.
He pushed the wine glass away and picked up a wine bottle, giving Quan Jingwu a provocative stare.
“Hmph!”
Quan Jingwu’s thin lips gently curved, his strong hand following suit and picking up a wine bottle.
The two of them clinked their bottles together, each trying to outdo one another.
Jian Luo, with his chin in hand, blinked as he watched these two have a go at the drinking contest.
As Quan Jingwu put down an empty wine bottle, out of the corner of his eye, he caught Jian Luo’s gaze and gave a cool response.
“It would’ve been nice if Black Jack was here.”
At his words, Jian Luo’s expression shifted slightly and he glared at Quan Jingwu secretly.
Damn him!
This was an undisguised threat.
“Who’s Black Jack?” Mo Xiao asked casually.
“Just a friend of mine,” Jian Luo quickly glossed over.
Quan Jingwu looked at him, an almost teasing look in his eyes, was this friend a boyfriend, or a girlfriend?
An awkward glare shone in Jian Luo’s eyes as he quickly changed the subject, “Anyway, continue drinking. There are still many bottles left.”
Damn Quan Jingwu—may you be drunk to death.
Mo Xiao didn’t think too much about it; his sole focus was to get Quan Jingwu drunk to regain his dignity.”Hurry up, onto the next bottle!”
As he said this, he opened two bottles and forcefully shoved one in Quan Jingwu’s hand.
Quan Jingwu stared at the wine bottle thrust into his hand; he wasn’t afraid at all.
The father-in-law and son-in-law drank bottle after bottle, with Jian Luo watching the spectacle from the sidelines.
After spending a while in Xiya’s room, Jian Qing headed back to her own room to freshen up.
She lay in bed reading a book for quite a long time, yet her husband had not turned up.
She glanced at the time on her phone—it was already past eleven o’clock.
Perhaps he had indeed gotten drunk downstairs?
Thinking this, she revealed the bedsheets, put on her coat and went downstairs.
Just as she approached the dining room, the voice of Mo Xiao caught her attention.
“Keep it coming. I won’t stop until you pass out tonight.”
Jian Qing, “…”
His voice sounded completely intoxicated.
She quickly entered the dining room and when she saw the empty wine bottles strewn across the table, she felt a headache coming on.
“Sis, you’re finally here.”
Jian Luo yawned, seeing her as his saving grace.
He was nearly falling asleep from exhaustion. He had stayed up all night crafting a design and had been on a plane for an entire day—his eyelids were about to snap shut.
“Qingqing, look, I’ll soon have this Quan Jingwu guy flat on the ground,” Mo Xiao slurred, his face slightly flushed—he was obviously drunk.
White and red wine—all mixed together. It would have been strange if he wasn’t drunk.
Jian Qing noted the empty wine cabinet not too far away and instantly regretted letting them drink so liberally.
“Sweetheart!”
The man’s icy hand gripped her wrist, Jian Qing looked downcast, and the man’s deep purple eyes were as clear as ever, without even a hint of drunkenness.
“Want to drink some more?” she joked.
Quan Jingwu’s lips turned a gentle red curve. He stood up.
“No more, I’m tired.”
Jian Qing cast a sidelong glance at him. It wasn’t easy to hear him admit to being tired.
“Nope, you can’t leave. Continue drinking,” Mo Xiao said, seeing him about to leave.
Jian Qing, “Luo Luo, take care of your father, the guest room downstairs has been tidied up.”
“Okay.” Jian Luo stopped Mo Xiao and nodded.
Jian Qing led Quan Jingwu away, just as they were about to go upstairs, the man pulled her back.
“Wait.”
“What?”
Jian Qing looked up at him with a question in her eyes.
“The coat.” Quan Jingwu pointed towards the coat she’d just discarded on the sofa. 𝘯𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Jian Qing casually replied, “Just leave it there.”
“It contains the things we bought from the supermarket,” he helpfully reminded her.
Upon hearing his words, Jian Qing’s got wide-eyed.
Damn, he’d actually put the condoms in the coat pocket.
If those spilled out, it would be a huge embarrassment.
At this thought, she let go of his hand and hurriedly rushed over.
Picking up his coat, she clutched it to her chest and quickly retreated upstairs.
“Quan Jingwu, get your ass upstairs by yourself.”
She was going crazy because of him.
Quan Jingwu watched her retreating figure, a low, resonant laugh spilling from his lips.
Jian Qing dashed into the bedroom and tossed the coat onto the couch. She was too forceful, and two or three boxes of condoms fell out from the coat pocket.
A bunch of obscenities ran through her mind as she bent down to pick up the small boxes of condoms.
As she did so, a dark figure loomed over her.
She looked up, her expression froze at the sight of the amusement in the man’s eyes.
With a composed demeanor, she shoved the two boxes of condoms back into the pocket, then pushed past him, “Quickly go take a shower, you reek of alcohol, it stinks.”
“You help me wash.” he said.
This shameless man, how could he say that sentence?
Jian Qing rejected him without considering, “No way, you shower yourself. I’m tired, I need to sleep.”
With that, she ran back to the bed, took off her coat and dove under the covers.
Quan Jingwu’s gaze darkened, and with his long legs, he strode to the bed in two or three steps.
Jian Qing was hiding under the covers when she heard the sound of clothes rustling as he undressed.
This was promptly followed by silence.
Maybe he had gone to take a shower?
She slowly pulled the covers down and peeked out.
“Sweetheart!”
His low, husky voice resonated as his handsome face grew large before her eyes.
Jian Qing was startled, “Why are you still here?”
Quan Jingwu’s lip curled up, and he straightened his body.
Jian Qing averted her gaze, accidentally catching a glimpse of the man’s heart-stopping physique, causing her face to turn bright red.
What the…
She thought he had just taken off his shirt, but to her surprise, he had stripped everything off.
She raised her hand to cover her burning cheeks and shouted at him, the clear light in her eyes looking flustered, “Hurry up and take a shower.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He grinned mischievously and scooped her out of the bed in one fell swoop.
“Ah, Quan Jingwu!”
Taken by surprise, Jian Qing hardly had time to react before she was hoisted up over his shoulder.
“Put me down!”
Quan Jingwu hoisted her onto his shoulder and strode toward the bathroom.
Jian Qing kicked her legs randomly, but his arm firmly held her around her waist, leaving her with no room to struggle.
“Quan Jingwu, you jerk, put me down.”
Quan Jingwu chuckled lightly and gave her butt a pat.
Jian Qing was outraged, it was the same old move she recalled.
She bent down and bit his shoulder, her teeth nearly chipped by his muscular strength.
Damn it, her teeth hurt.
Annoyed, she released her bite and slapped his back repeatedly.
