Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 1001 - 1001 987 so unlucky that even drinking a sip of cold

Chapter 1001: 987, so unlucky that even drinking a sip of cold water would get stuck between teeth (1) Chapter 1001: 987, so unlucky that even drinking a sip of cold water would get stuck between teeth (1) Suddenly, Mo Xiao’s phone rang.

He took out his phone, saw the caller ID, his eyes slightly dimmed, and then he walked outside to answer the call.

Breezes wafted by, carrying the scent of flowers.

In the corridor, Mo Xiao leaned against a column, gazing at the Flower Sea not far away, with furrowed brows, “I understand, is there anything else?”

On the other line, An Zhonghui was silent for a moment, then said, “Please apologize to Jian Wei for me.”

Mo Xiao’s gaze faltered slightly, and he gave a faint hum in response.

After the call ended, he stood there for a while before turning around and going back inside.

In the living room, only the two little treasures were left keeping Jian Wei company.

“Is there an urgent matter?” she asked.

Mo Xiao shook his head and sat down beside her, “Where are Qingqing and the rest?”

Jian Wei, “A few people are playing Mahjong upstairs.”

Mo Xiao gave a sound of acknowledgment, seeming somewhat distracted.

Jian Wei put down the toy and took his hand, “Did something happen?”

“My father called, we will be going back to pay respects to my grandfather after a while.” Mo Xiao’s eyes drooped slightly, his mood becoming slightly gloomy.

Jian Wei was startled, and the kindly smiling face of the old man couldn’t help but emerge in her mind.

She smiled charmingly, “Okay, let’s go back together.”

“Hmm?” Mo Xiao looked up, somewhat surprised.

“Grandpa was very good to me back then, he doted on Qingqing and Luoluo a lot, and as his granddaughter-in-law, I should naturally go to pay respects to him,” Jian Wei said softly.

“But, my mom and others have once…” As she began to speak, Jian Wei raised her finger to his lips, “Let the past be the past, now that our family is reunited, that is what matters most, and besides, I married you, not your mother and the rest.”

Mo Xiao’s eyes softened, “Okay, then we will go back together.”

Jian Wei cheekily tugged at his cheek, “Then stop frowning and go get me a piece of cake from the kitchen.”

Watching the red mark on his face from her pinch, she laughed as if a little fox who had succeeded in her mischief.

Mo Xiao helplessly rubbed the top of her head and got up to get her a piece of cake.

Days calmly slipped by, and with careful attention from everyone, Jian Wei’s health gradually recovered.

Wanting to see the two little treasures often, Old Master Jian followed Jian Qing and the others on the plane back to Beijing, while Jian Luo and Black Jack returned to Y Country.

As usual, Old Master Jian and the others stayed at Shijin Haoting.

Knowing that the Quan family of four was returning today, Old Master Quan got up early in the morning.

Drinking tea, practicing calligraphy, walking around, he just couldn’t stay idle.

Today was the weekend, and the whole family was there, except for the couple Quan Zheng and his wife who couldn’t make it back from the Troops, and Quan Yimo, everyone else had arrived.

“It’s getting so late, why hasn’t Axuan come down yet?” Old Master Quan looked up at the clock and mumbled.

Weng Ya put down her teacup, “That scoundrel went drinking with Han Yue last night and didn’t come back until the wee hours.”

“That bastard needs a beating every three days to keep him in line,” Quan Che complained irritably.

“Enough, don’t always talk about hitting the children,” Old Mistress Quan laughed.

“Exactly, grandmother knows best,” footsteps resounded from the staircase, and Quan Mingxuan’s carefree appearance caused Quan Che to glare fiercely.

“Axuan, you’re not young anymore, Jingwu is already a father, you shouldn’t fall too far behind,” Old Master Quan stroked his beard, his face filled with smiles, in a very good mood.

“Grandpa, I’m not in a hurry, let big brother go first,” Quan Mingxuan declined.

When it came to marriage, he had no interest at the moment.

“Axuan, you should also hurry up so mom can become a grandmother soon,” Weng Ya was also enthusiastic about the topic, seizing every opportunity to urge him.

“…”

Quan Mingxuan wisely chose that silence is golden.

“Third brother, why hasn’t the third sister-in-law arrived yet?” Quan Yifei munched on the warm dim sum, glancing at the door from time to time.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen Seventeen and Nineteen, I’ve missed them terribly.”

“Great-grandpa, great-grandma!”

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. The two little treasures’ soft, babyish voices approached from afar, and the old Mr. Quan sprang up from the sofa in an instant.

Then, in a swift motion, he dashed to the door.

The two little treasures ran in, and like little tigers, they crashed into his embrace.

With too much force, the old Mr. Quan was knocked to the ground.

Even so, he couldn’t stop smiling.

Cradling a great-grandchild in each arm, the wrinkles on his face involuntarily sprang forth, “I’ve missed you so much, come, let great-grandpa give you a kiss.”

Seventeen and Nineteen’s eyes bent into crescents, their smiles irresistibly charming.

Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing walked in to see the grandfather and great-grandchildren huddled together, their mouths curling up in matching smiles.

“Old man, don’t hog Seventeen and Nineteen, let me hold them too,” the old Mrs. Quan protested, dissatisfied with her husband clutching the two little treasures without letting go.

“Exactly, Dad, let us hold them too,” Rhee and Quan Hao moved in as well, and old Mr. Quan, seeing the three people eyeing the treasures covetously, tightened his hold.

He shook his head, “No giving.”

The childish behavior set off a round of laughter among everyone.

With the two little treasures around, the living room was filled with constant laughter and chatter.

The air was clear and crisp, the autumn mood growing stronger.

In just one evening, the courtyard was again covered with fallen yellow leaves.

Ever since the passing of the old patriarch of the An Family, the An family mansion had grown even more desolate.

Not long ago, the Yang Group encountered financial difficulties, and Yang Hao and An Rong scrambled to borrow money for turnover but hit a wall everywhere, ultimately unable to escape the fate of the group’s bankruptcy.

The Yang Family faced a precipitous decline, and as the daughter of the Yang Family, Yang Lin naturally got dragged down too. Previously relying on her status as the Yang Group’s heiress, she had seized many resources in the entertainment industry. Now, without the backing of the Yang Family, she plummeted from heaven into an abyss, unable to climb back up.

As the saying goes, when you’re down on your luck, even drinking cold water may cause your teeth to stick together.

First, her family’s group went bankrupt; not long afterward, Yang Lin was caught by paparazzi attending a dinner with a corporate president, which enraged the man’s wife, sparking a drama of the wife chastising the mistress.

Following that, Yang Lin’s contract with her agency was terminated, and no agency dared to sign her. Her fall was as miserable as her former glory was resplendent, causing many actresses who had previously suffered under her to secretly cheer and claim she got what she deserved.

On the day commemorating the late Mr. An’s passing, An Rong and her family of three were also called back.

Seeing Yang Lin, An Yu was taken aback.

The woman before her was haggard, her heavy makeup unable to conceal the weariness of her face. Her gaunt face was devoid of any color, lacking her former radiance.

Remembering the recent events that befell her, An Yu fell silent.

She suddenly felt grateful that she had listened to her mother’s advice to leave the entertainment industry early—being in the company at least gave her the protection of her brother, earning her some respect from others.

An Rong looked at her silently sitting daughter and frowned, giving her a subtle nudge with her elbow, “What are you spacing out for? Hurry up and greet them.”