Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

The junior brother who had just fished Gu Qingyu out of the water was speechless; this woman truly had no sense of self-awareness.

Looking up, he saw Qian Jiyun who had made the move, then at his fellow senior brothers, who were all looking refreshed, and he had no choice but to dive into the sea again to fish her out.

What else could he do? Suffering seemed to be his fate, given that he was still wet.

Zi Mo’s eyes widened as she looked at Qian Jiyun, who had intervened, seemingly in disbelief.

Throughout their journey, this man had always ignored them with indifference. Even when Gu Qingyu had spoken arrogantly and mocked him, he acted as if he hadn’t heard it.

Little did she know, this time he wouldn’t show any mercy and directly threw the person into the sea.

She swallowed nervously, clueless about what Gu Qingyu had said to enrage the important figure before them, to the extent of being thrown into the sea.

What could it be? Zhan Beiye snorted coldly.

To assert in front of Qian Jiyun that she might be their mistress, while speaking with Su Tang, was this not a grave affront to Qian Jiyun’s biggest taboo?

In their eyes, apart from Qian Jiyun, they did not acknowledge anyone else. As for who their mistress was or wasn’t, wasn’t this just a roundabout way of saying that Qian Jiyun fancied her?

What nonsense, Qian Jiyun already has a wife, and not just any wife but a formidable one at that.

Had his head been kicked by a donkey or got squeezed by a door, to fancy such a brainless woman? It was a joke that could make people lose their teeth from laughing too hard.

No, it wasn’t just about laughing one’s teeth off; was she trying to stir up trouble between Qian Jiyun and his wife?

“Still want to let them stay?”

He looked up, poked Qian Jiyun’s shoulder with his index finger, and asked somewhat teasingly.

“Let them stay.”

Qian Jiyun’s eyes were dark, his voice very cold.

“Su Tang, tie up the person and hang them at the stern of the ship, but don’t kill them,” he ordered Su Tang.

How dare she tarnish his reputation, especially in front of subordinates like Xiang Qiyan? If the word got to An Jiuyue and it angered her, what then?

“Yes, King Qian.”

Su Tang immediately responded and directed others to carry out the order.

“Young Master, Qingyu, she…”

Brother Zheen heard Qian Jiyun’s order and wanted to plead on behalf of his junior sister, but as he met Qian Jiyun’s icy gaze, he could say no more.

What could he say? He had already warned Gu Qingyu, but she still spoke recklessly, thinking every man should fall at her feet; what could he do?

“Whether you all wish to stay or go is up to you, but she cannot leave!” Qian Jiyun said coldly to Brother Zheen, then left.

“Brother Zheen, what should we do?”

Zi Mo looked at Brother Zheen, troubled. Did what that person said mean they could stay?

Then they wouldn’t have to worry about not having enough silver coins, but what about Gu Qingyu? Would she really be hung at the stern of the ship? Why was this person so ruthless?

To hang someone up at the stern for a slight disagreement? Should they be extra careful with their words from now on?

“Shut up!”

Brother Zheen’s face was dark; he was caught in a difficult situation.