The Wife I Picked Up Is Too Fierce Chapter 60 - Ninth Master’s Murderous Intent

Chapter 60: Ninth Master’s Murderous Intent
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The silver moonlight shone through the window and landed on Xie Jiuhan. It made him look even more special. At this moment, Feng Qing’s heart relaxed a little. She had the urge to take off her mask and sunglasses, but in the end, she forcefully resisted it.
This man who stood at the pinnacle of the Capital, this man who was called Ninth Master by the world, was actually willing to kneel down for her.
“Healer, you are the first person I, Xie Jiuhan, have ever knelt to! Use my dignity. Please, I beg you to save my wife’s eyes. If even you can’t treat her, then my wife might never regain her vision. I can’t bear for her to never see me again.” Xie Jiuhan knelt on the ground with a sincere gaze.!!
At that moment, Feng Qing was shouting madly in her heart. Helplessness and heartache interweaved, causing her to be in a mess. If possible, she wanted to shout loudly now so that she could vent her feelings. Men had gold on their knees. Xie Jiuhan had actually knelt for her! Why was he so stupid?
Feng Qing knew Xie Jiuhan too well. A man like him, who was noble and elegant and had an arrogant personality, had never had the concept of giving in. No one could violate his dignity. In other words, according to Feng Qing’s understanding, there was nothing in the world that could make Xie Jiuhan yield. However, in order to treat her eyes, such an arrogant and proud man actually knelt on the ground and begged her.
Feng Qing’s body trembled slightly. She opened her mouth but couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t reject Xie Jiuhan, but she couldn’t make any promises either. Time passed little by little, and both of them fell silent once more.
At that moment, Xie Shihao’s voice sounded from outside.
“Impressive, really f*cking awesome! Qingye, your new motorcycle is a little strong. Let’s find a good place to tank it when I bring my equipment along.”
It turned out that after taking Feng Qing home, Gu Qingye and Xie Shihao went out for a ride. It was his latest custom-made high-end motorcycle. It looked like the two of them had a good time.
Hearing their voices, Xie Jiuhan’s expression froze. However, in that split second, the Healer who was standing in the cloakroom had disappeared. This was such a good opportunity, but it was destroyed by someone. This made him angry from the bottom of his heart, and his figure flashed and appeared at the door.
The next second, when Gu Qingye’s hand was about to touch the door, it suddenly opened. Seeing the gloomy Xie Jiuhan standing at the door, Gu Qingye and Xie Shihao were stunned.
“You…” Gu Qingye was confused. He couldn’t help but look into the room. Since Xie Jiuhan was here, this means that he must have come personally to catch the Healer. He wanted to see how the Healer was doing.
“Little… Little Uncle?” Xie Shihao greeted, confused. Xie Jiuhan’s appearance had caught them off guard.
Xie Shihao was very clear that Gu Qingye didn’t know about the relationship between Xie Jiuhan and Feng Qing. Could it be that he was planning to publicize his relationship in front of everyone by coming here?
At the thought of this, Xie Shihao hurriedly said, “Er… Little Uncle, are you lost? Their Gu family is indeed very big, I was also lost when I first came to his house. Haha… This is Qingye’s room. Grandpa Gu and the rest aren’t here. Do you want us to bring you over?”
In a moment of desperation, this was the best excuse Xie Shihao could think of. Although it sounded fake, it was still manageable.
Hearing this, Gu Qingye planned to look for the butler and ask him to lead the way for Xie Jiuhan. However, before he could do anything, Xie Jiuhan walked past them and walked out alone.
Seeing Xie Jiuhan leave with a dark expression, Gu Qingye and Xie Shihao returned to their senses. When Xie Jiuhan walked over just now, he exuded an indescribable aura, making them feel like they had fallen into an ice lake. They retreated uncontrollably.
Suddenly, Xie Jiuhan stopped in his tracks and slowly turned to look at Gu Qingye with an extremely cold gaze.
With just a look, Gu Qingye felt that his breathing was about to stop. An indescribable terrifying murderous intent pounced on him. It was as if a cold hand was holding his throat, making him unable to resist any thoughts from the bottom of his heart.
It was a short time, but to Gu Qingye, it felt like a century had passed.