Chapter 77 - 73: Send My Wife Over

Jiang Shouzhuo’s words seemed to remind Jiang Qingfeng. Seeing his son in pain and unable to speak again, he looked at Qiao Yuxian, and said viciously, "Qiao Yuxian, everything must be based on evidence. You come here with these scraps of paper to hit people. I can totally call the police to arrest you." "Go ahead." Qiao Yuxian chuckled lightly, looking at Jiang Qingfeng, "I just wonder if Mr. Jiang dares." Jiang Qingfeng’s face turned sinister, his eyes narrowing slightly. It was at this moment that someone entered the living room from outside, whispered a few words in Jiang Qingfeng’s ear, then retreated out. There was a bit more confidence on Jiang Qingfeng’s sinister face. He locked eyes with Qiao Yuxian for a few seconds and then suddenly shouted, "Someone! Surround this place for me!" At his call, a voice immediately responded from the yard: "Yes!" Soon, there was a dense sound of footsteps outside the villa. They stood outside the door, ready for orders at any time. Jiang Qingfeng’s expression instantly relaxed, showing a superior and arrogant demeanor. Yuan Wei glanced outside, through the floor-to-ceiling window, he could see some of the people outside. There were quite a few people. When they just came in, they only saw the guards at the gate in the yard. It should be that the guard sensed something was wrong and called the people over, who just came in to inform Jiang Qingfeng about the situation. Otherwise, as soon as Jiang Shouzhuo was beaten, Jiang Qingfeng would have already ordered someone to act. His son was that precious. If not for waiting for people to gather, how could he have waited until now to call people ready? Yuan Wei withdrew his gaze, seeing Jiang Qingfeng’s ugly expression, he rolled his eyes and scoffed. Qiao Yuxian faced Jiang Qingfeng. Her whole demeanor was indifferent as if he didn’t matter at all. "Qiao Yuxian, what do you think you are." Jiang Shouzhuo lay flat on the ground, panting heavily as he looked at the ceiling, "It’s because I don’t bother to argue with you that the Jiang Family let you off. You dare to barge into my house, to come here and hit people. Do you think you can still leave?" Qiao Yuxian looked down at him. Jiang Shouzhuo also looked at her, his face stained with blood, yet unable to cover his disgusting expression: "You brought this upon yourself. Don’t blame me when something happens. Just as well, I can also compare who is better, Qiao Lech or you two sisters." As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Yuxian kicked him in the ribs. A clear cracking of bones echoed. Jiang Shouzhuo let out a miserable scream, his whole body slid away, hitting the sofa, then bounced back. Once again, he couldn’t speak. "Shouzhuo! Qiao Yuxian! Stop it! You madwoman!" Jiang Qingfeng shouted, "Someone, seize this crazy woman! Beat her to death!" The people outside immediately surged in. The sound of dense footsteps, the uniform attire, dark and oppressive, moved in with a dangerous pressure. Yuan Wei sidestepped, shielding Qiao Yuxian behind him, clenching his fists as he looked at the people flooding in. Everyone stood still, surrounding Qiao Yuxian and Yuan Wei. Qiao Yuxian looked at them calmly. Before anyone could make a move, a voice sounded from the doorway. Cold, faint. As if not taking anything seriously, seemingly unattached to worldly affairs. "Is Mr. Jiang planning to kill and silence in his own home to destroy evidence?" Jiang Qingfeng’s eyes flashed at hearing this voice and he looked toward the door. The people behind immediately cleared the way towards the door. Gu Yanjing walked in slowly. Black trousers, white shirt. Dashing and free, as elegant as snow. Not in his usual formal suit, yet still inspiring awe. "Mr. Gu?!" Jiang Qingfeng’s voice changed from shock, his stiff spine bending slightly, "Mr. Gu, why are you here?" Gu Yanjing stood at the living room door the whole time. From Jiang Qingfeng’s position, he was precisely obscured by the tall potted plant at the doorway. He knew someone was always at the door. But he couldn’t see who it was, nor did he care. He only knew they came with Qiao Yuxian. And the people flooding in indeed all saw Gu Yanjing. Yet no one recognized him. They passed by him without paying him any mind. Jiang Shouzhuo, lying on the ground in a daze from pain. Hearing "Mr. Gu," he arduously opened his eyes and looked at him. Gu Yanjing approached, looking at Qiao Yuxian, then said six words, "Bring my wife over here." Qiao Yuxian locked eyes with him, her long lashes fluttering fiercely. Her cold expression suddenly seemed to crumble a bit. Yuan Wei rolled his eyes grandly at him. Inwardly thinking: This love-struck fool. "W-wife?" Jiang Qingfeng, following his gaze, glanced at Qiao Yuxian, shocked internally, his entire body trembling, "You mean..." Gu Yanjing didn’t pay him any heed but looked at Qiao Yuxian and said, "Come over." Qiao Yuxian looked at him without moving. Gu Yanjing also looked at her. After a few seconds of staring, Qiao Yuxian walked to his side, standing quietly. Gu Yanjing saw her displeased expression, paused, and held her hand, gently squeezing it. A completely exhausted Jiang Shouzhuo, upon seeing this scene, mustered strength from who knows where, clutching the carpet tightly. His eyes also fixed fiercely on their clasped hands. Gritting his teeth, he emitted a muffled sound of anger. Gu Yanjing, holding Qiao Yuxian’s hand, looked at Jiang Qingfeng and said coldly, "Is Mr. Jiang going to discipline his son personally, or should I do it for you?" Jiang Qingfeng’s face turned ashen, looking at Gu Yanjing in terror, momentarily unresponsive. Unable to await his response, Gu Yanjing said, "Yuan Wei, take the person back." "Yes," Yuan Wei responded out of habit. After responding, he realized he wasn’t his subordinate, internally clicking his tongue repeatedly with regret. Without showing it on his face, he stepped forward to haul up Jiang Shouzhuo. Jiang Qingfeng, seeing this, hurriedly stepped forward to block Yuan Wei, saying to Gu Yanjing, "Mr. Gu, I’ll discipline him myself, I’ll do it myself." Gu Yanjing glanced at Yuan Wei. Yuan Wei halted his actions and stepped back. Then, Gu Yanjing looked at Jiang Qingfeng again: "Mr. Jiang, please go ahead." Jiang Qingfeng turned, looking at his son on the ground. Blood streamed down his face, his whole body filthy. His chest heaving violently, yet his breathing was weak. Jiang Shouzhuo, in all his years, had never been hit by Jiang Qingfeng, rarely even scolded harshly. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, didn’t know how to do it. But he knew very well, if he didn’t act now, once the Jiang Family intervened, Jiang Shouzhuo might not come out alive. The power of Gu Yanjing to control everything wasn’t just talk. Qiao Yuxian felt Gu Yanjing’s gentle squeeze on her hand, her thumb unconsciously rubbing against the base of his thumb. Watching the father and son. Jiang Shouzhuo lay on the ground, looking at his father: "Dad." Jiang Qingfeng’s eyes reddened, teeth clenched, eyes shut, hardening his heart and took action. He punched, kicked, making up for over two decades of beatings on Jiang Shouzhuo. Until Jiang Shouzhuo couldn’t make a sound, curled on the ground like devoid of life, Jiang Qingfeng finally stopped. He slumped his shoulders, looking at Jiang Shouzhuo for a moment, then turned to face Gu Yanjing. His eyes were bloodshot, his eyes brimming with moisture, a bit dejected, "Mr. Gu, is that enough?" Gu Yanjing turned his gaze to Qiao Yuxian. Qiao Yuxian looked up at him without speaking. Not satisfied. Gu Yanjing understood, asking, "How do you want to handle it?" Qiao Yuxian’s eyes were icy, her voice somewhat cold, also a bit lazy: "Strip him, throw him on the street and let him be taken away to be played with randomly." ......