Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 1007 - 1007 992 Two Little Treasures Side Story (2)

Chapter 1007: 992, Two Little Treasures Side Story (2) Chapter 1007: 992, Two Little Treasures Side Story (2) The plump woman was comforting the child in her arms, “Don’t be afraid, mommy is here, and I won’t let you get hurt in vain. When daddy arrives, we’ll have him seek justice for you.”

Several other parents nearby were in a similar situation, soothing their children while casting resentful glances at Seventeen and Nineteen.

Quan Jingwu put down Seventeen and gently touched his little head, speaking softly, “Seventeen, what happened?”

“They were saying bad things about Nineteen, calling him a monster, and even threw his backpack into the fountain. They pushed us first, and then Nineteen and I fought back,” Seventeen recounted clearly.

The delicate features of the two little treasures already made them a noticeable presence in the kindergarten, especially Nineteen with his pair of purple eyes that often attracted attention.

It was well known that Nineteen’s purple eyes were inherited from Quan Jingwu; to call Nineteen a monster was to insult Quan Jingwu indirectly.

The principal and teachers lowered their heads, their hearts jumping to their throats.

“No, it was you guys who hit me,” the boy who had just been howling cried out, his chubby baby face flushed with tears.

Quan Jingwu looked up at the principal, “Where’s the surveillance?”

The principal shivered, “Please wait a moment, I’ll have someone check the surveillance right now.”

“Mrs. Quan, these are Seventeen and Nineteen’s backpacks.” The twins’ homeroom teacher was a young lass with a round face, who had two dimples when she smiled.

Nineteen’s little backpack was soggy, while Seventeen’s was fine.

Jian Qing reached out to take them, casually setting them aside, then pulled out a tissue to wipe Nineteen’s dirty little face, “Nineteen, are you hurt anywhere else?”

Nineteen, biting on his lollipop, shook his head and then pointed toward the sobbing children across from him, “Mommy, they said I’m a monster and that my eyes are ugly.”

The women who were clamoring just now felt uncomfortable upon hearing Nineteen’s words, their embrace tightening involuntarily around their own children.

Jian Qing gently stroked his slightly tousled hair, her eyes brimming with light, “Nineteen, mommy wants to ask you, is daddy handsome?”

“Handsome,” Nineteen replied without hesitation, “Daddy is the most handsome.”

My aunt said that daddy is the most handsome man in Beijing, and that my big uncle and second uncle aren’t as handsome as daddy.

Quan Jingwu lowered his eyes to look at Nineteen, the frost in his gaze gradually melting away.

“So you see, Nineteen’s eyes are the most similar to daddy’s, and Nineteen will also grow up to be very handsome,” Jian Qing said softly.

Nineteen flashed a mischievous smile, his little white teeth dazzling, and he dragged out his voice, “I get it, they are just jealous because I’m handsome. Second uncle said that, some people, even though they’re the real monsters, still call others ugly. This is called…”

He paused halfway, scratching his head, struggling to remember.

“Ugly people make more trouble!” Seventeen chimed in.

Nineteen clapped his little hands, “Right!”

Jian Qing kept a cool expression, but inside she was laughing madly.

Axuan, what on earth has he been teaching these two little treasures every day.

Compared to Jian Qing’s subtlety, Quan Jingwu outright cracked a smile.

His, Quan Jingwu’s, son, there was no reason to take a beating without fighting back.

The two little guys tag-teamed each other, leaving the parents red-faced with embarrassment.

Watching Seventeen and Nineteen seethe with frustration, but due to Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing, they forcefully suppressed their anger, daring not to lash out.

At this moment, the fathers of those children arrived.

Seeing the heads of the households appear, the confidence of several women surged instantly. They stood tall and confident, shedding their meek demeanor from moments before.

The children who fought with the two little treasures were all only children, precious to their families. Seeing their sons beaten to such a woeful state naturally enraged the fathers.

“Son, don’t worry, Daddy will avenge you,” blurted out one of the men, beating his chest in bravado before he had even grasped the situation.

Clad in a grey suit that did little to conceal his beer belly, along with a faint scent of tobacco and wine.

“Mr. Jing, CEO Jian, what brings you here?” he asked.

His voice, mild, carried a note of deference.

The man in the grey suit’s complexion suddenly shifted as he slowly raised his head. When he saw the couple opposite him, his eyes filled with panic.

Oh no, how could it be them.

“Avenge?” Quan Jingwu smiled sardonically, a sharp, cold curve tracing his lips, “I wonder how you gentlemen would like to take your revenge?”

“Mr. Jing, there’s absolutely been a misunderstanding. It’s normal for kids to fight and roughhouse. No need to harm the good relations among us,” said the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, with a forced smile plastered across his face.

“A misunderstanding? I don’t think so,” Quan Jingwu sneered.

At that point, the school principal had someone bring in the surveillance video, “Dear parents, the school’s surveillance footage is ready. You all can take a look.”

With that, he turned the computer around, allowing everyone to see the screen.

As the parents watched the footage on the computer, their expressions gradually soured, especially the one who had been the loudest before. He was so enraged he wished he could give his troublesome child a beating himself.

The teachers, standing by, glanced over at Seventeen and Nineteen after viewing the video.

Who would have thought that two three-year-olds could beat up a group of kids one or two years older than them so thoroughly.

When Seventeen threw punches, every one was with cruel force; he even pushed the oldest of the kids into the swimming pool and smacked him on the head with Nineteen’s soggy backpack, a ferocity that made even the adults watching feel uneasy.

Seventeen was fearsome, and Nineteen was no slouch either, doling out punches like a little tyrant, sitting on top of a kid’s belly, his small fists raining down continuously, all while not missing a chance to taunt, “Dare to throw my backpack, I’ll turn you into a panda, I’ll beat you to death.”

Jian Qing watched the video with her usual composure, suddenly reminded of the times she and Jian Luo had at school when they were little. It seemed that genetics played a significant role indeed.

After watching the footage, the parents who had previously been so assertive were somewhat deflated.

But the beaten children didn’t have the discernment of adults; seeing their parents not seeking revenge on their behalf, these brats started bawling.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses quickly covered his son’s mouth, smiling sycophantically, “Mr. Jing, this incident was our child’s fault. Look, my child is also injured. How about this: I’ll have my child apologize to the two young masters, and we can let this matter go, okay?”

If there hadn’t been surveillance footage, the matter might have been easier to resolve. Now, it was clear their children and the others had instigated the fight, bullying the younger and were entirely at fault.

“Exactly, when children fight at a young age, they might become good friends when they grow up. As parents, we should not intervene in our children’s matters. Let them handle it themselves,” another man chimed in.

“Yes, yes, exactly,” the other parents quickly agreed.