Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 1004 - 1004 990 Joyful Chinese New Year (Grand Finale)

Chapter 1004: 990, Joyful Chinese New Year (Grand Finale) Chapter 1004: 990, Joyful Chinese New Year (Grand Finale) After the meal, Shen Hao took the signed contract and returned to the company first.

As for Quan Jingwu, he was so harassed by Nineteen that he had no choice but to take him to buy a cake.

When they got home, Nineteen rushed into the living room, happily holding a big balloon, while Quan Jingwu sauntered behind him carrying the cake.

“Wow, Nineteen, that’s a pretty balloon you got there,” Quan Mingxuan teased in a joking tone.

“Daddy bought it,” Nineteen said, holding his little head high with pride.

Quan Jingwu put down the cake, and Jian Qing sidled up to him, her gaze falling on the cake, “Is it chocolate flavor again today?”

Quan Jingwu pulled her down to sit with him and pecked her cheek in front of everyone, “Guess.”

Jian Qing gave him an elbow, her smiling eyes warm and tender, “I’m not guessing, I’ll just eat it.”

The autumn wind carried a hint of cake’s sweetness in the air.

As the year-end approached, the streets and alleys were filled with the rich atmosphere of the Spring Festival.

To avoid shuttling between Beijing and M Country, this year Grandpa Jian also decided to celebrate the Spring Festival in Beijing, and Jian Luo and Black Jack returned the night before the festival.

Early in the morning, two little treasures were running around the living room in their red outfits, collecting so many red envelopes that their hands went soft.

Jian Qing couldn’t help but laugh as she watched the two little treasures on the sofa counting their red envelopes.

She glanced sideways at the person next to her and stretched out her fair hand, “Husband, where’s my red envelope?”

Quan Jingwu pointed to his cheek, the meaning clear without words.

Jian Qing played along and gave him a peck on his face with a “Muah.”

“Here.” Quan Jingwu, prepared as always, pulled out a big red envelope from his pocket and shook it twice in front of Jian Qing.

Her eyes lit up, and she immediately snatched it away.

“It’s so thin, could it be a check?” She gauged the thickness of the red envelope and asked tentatively.

Checks didn’t give the satisfying feel of counting red cash.

“Just open it and see,” Quan Jingwu said with a mysterious smile.

Jian Qing opened the red envelope and found two plane tickets inside.

Before she could ask, the man enveloped her, his hands firmly clasping her waist, “After the New Year’s over, let’s go have a few days in our own world before coming back.”

“Leaving our son behind again?” Jian Qing glanced at the two little treasures playing happily and asked with a suppressed laugh.

Quan Jingwu calmly hummed in agreement, “They’re getting older; they should learn to be independent.”

Jian Qing’s mouth twitched slightly.

Two years old, equivalent to grown-up and independent?

It seemed her husband was starting to show signs of a tiger dad.

“That’s settled then, no backing out,” Quan Jingwu declared with finality, then planted a firm kiss on her lips.

Mm-hmm, stamped and sealed!

Jian Qing looked at the plane tickets in her hand, then at the two little treasures, and her red lips curved up in a smile.

Seventeen and Nineteen, mommy isn’t intentionally leaving you behind, okay?

If you want to bite someone, go find your daddy.

“Hey, stuffing dog food into everyone’s mouths during the New Year’s celebration, can’t you live a little?” Han Yue, to escape the marriage spell from his own mother, had run over to the Quan Family for a visit.

The Han Family wasn’t far from the Quan Family, only about a fifteen-minute drive away.

Jian Qing smiled mildly and teased, “If you’re envious, hurry up and find someone yourself.”

Han Yue rolled his eyes inelegantly, “Don’t talk tough standing up without a bad back.”

“Or maybe Axuan can make do,” Quan Jingwu humorously suggested for rare.

“Pfft.”

Jian Qing, recalling the farce that had happened last time at Qianshi Restaurant, laughed ungraciously.

“I think that’s a good suggestion.”

Han Yue and Quan Mingxuan exchanged a glance and simultaneously shivered with goosebumps on their hands.

Chilling!

Quan Mingxuan, looking at the two giggling spouses who sounded like pigs, said annoyed, “You two are enough, besides, this young master is as graceful as a willow, what do you mean ‘making do,’ does that sound right?”

Han Yue scoffed, “You want to ‘make do,’ but I’m not willing, your lordship is suave and girls chasing me could round Beijing a few times, how could it be your turn.”

“Suave?” Quan Mingxuan unceremoniously retorted, “I think you’ve got nothing left but the ladies’ man part.”

Han Yue frowned deeply, “Hey, Quan Mingxuan, would you die if you didn’t pick on me one day?”

“I wouldn’t die, but I’d feel pretty uncomfortable,” Quan Mingxuan calmly replied.

The two bantered back and forth, and as for Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu, the two instigators, they had already taken the chance to slip away.

“Seventeen, Nineteen, come over and get a red envelope from this mysterious uncle,” Quan Mingxuan, with a gleam in his eye, called out to the two little treasures on the opposite couch.

The two little treasures seemed to have a red-envelope addiction; upon hearing there were red envelopes to grab, they swiftly slid off the couch and bolted toward Quan Mingxuan.