Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 742 - 742 728 Is Bai Jues Spring Coming (2)_1

Chapter 742: 728, Is Bai Jue’s Spring Coming? (2)_1 Chapter 742: 728, Is Bai Jue’s Spring Coming? (2)_1 Jian Qing rubbed her forehead. Were the three of them planning on enjoying the drama?

“Xiaojing, go cook something for me.”

“Jian Qing, congratulate Quan Jingwu for me.” Black Jack interjected, a winning smile filling his eyes.

Well, it seemed Quan Jingwu had no chance of obtaining a mini Jian Qing now, so he decided to let the matter of the chocolates go.

“Black Jack,” Jian Qing teased, “if Xiaojing hears you saying this, you’ll probably end up as just a godmother, forget about being a godfather.”

Why did everyone seem to enjoy watching her husband struggle so much?

It would just hurt her!

Black Jack choked, “…”

The little boat of friendship could capsize at any moment.

Quan Jingwu opened the door, a platter of food in his hands. Jian Qing looked over and smirked. “Fine, I’m going to eat now. You’re dismissed.”

Then, she hung up the call and tossed the phone aside.

On the other side, Black Jack and the others were left flabbergasted, “…”

Could a pregnant woman’s moods really change in a heartbeat?

“Who was on the call?” Quan Jingwu walked over, placed the platter on the table, and took a seat next to her.

Jian Qing replied, “Luoluo and the others.”

Quan Jingwu’s eyes darkened. Without asking, he knew Bai Jue and the others were just enjoying his misfortune of not having a mini Jian Qing.

Jian Qing shifted closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips curling into a smile. “Xiaojing, you promised not to reject our son, to take care of him. Are you planning to break your promise now?”

Quan Jingwu looked down at her, holding her in his arms. Jian Qing found a comfortable position in his arms, her radiant eyes reflecting his distinctively handsome face.

“I’m not rejecting him.”

But he really wanted a mini Jian Qing.

Jian Qing chuckled softly, fingers brushing his jawline. “If you’re not rejecting him, then why are you so moody?”

Quan Jingwu lowered his head, burying his face in her neck. In a husky voice, he said, “Darling, I’ve lost my sparkle.”

The princess-style dresses and toys he bought for his mini Jian Qing, as well as the room he decorated for her would all go to waste.

Jian Qing, “…”

Was he throwing a tantrum?

She placed her hand on his head, her fingers trailing through his hair. “Xiaojing, we have two babies. Maybe one of them will resemble me. If you keep rejecting them, what do we do if they don’t bond with you after birth?”

She knew he wanted a mini Jian Qing primarily because he thought she would look like her.

Quan Jingwu just nuzzled her neck in silence.

“Xiaojing, think about it. Black Jack has been eyeing the godfather position. If you don’t love our babies, and Black Jack treats them well, and they grow close to him and start calling him ‘daddy’, won’t you have any objections?” she urged.

Calling Black Jack ‘daddy’?

In your dreams.

Why would his children call Black Jack ‘daddy’? At most, they might call him ‘godmother’.

Moreover, it was Black Jack who kept saying she was carrying two little princes, which upset his mini Jian Qing until she didn’t want to come. He had already tolerated Black Jack enough by not asking him to compensate for a mini Jian Qing, let alone becoming a godfather. He might as well just daydream.

Quan Jingwu lifted his head, his gaze deep as he looked at her. “Darling, after the children are born, don’t let them call Black Jack ‘godfather’. They must call him ‘godmother’.”

Jian Qing burst out laughing. “Alright.”

Black Jack, seems like the ‘godmother’ title is yours now.

“Xiaojing, now that we know both babies are boys, do we need to modify the room decor we planned for mini Jian Qing?”

The room in question was decorated entirely in a princess-style, which she thought wouldn’t suit their sons.

Quan Jingwu replied, “No.”

“Then, are you planning to let your son live in that princess-style room?” Jian Qing asked, amused.

“Hmm.” Quan Jingwu calmly confirmed, his cold fingers pinching her cheek gently. “The son that looks like you can live in there.”

“…”

Jian Qing’s eyes twitched.

Had her Emperor Jing gone mad?

“You’re not going to tell me that you’ll make our son wear those princess dresses, are you?” Wouldn’t the son who resembled her be wrongly accused then?

Quan Jingwu initially wanted to nod in agreement. Still, upon seeing the threatening look in her eyes, he changed his mind. “If you’re okay with it, then it might not be a bad idea.”

Jian Qing finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Let’s pass on making their son wear princess dresses. But occasionally, messing around with him and taking a photo of him in a princess dress as a memento wouldn’t be a bad idea.

“Have some food first. I’ve bought your favorite cake. I’ll give it to you after meal,” Quan Jingwu said, pulling the tray closer as he picked up the chopsticks and small bowl.

Jian Qing leaned against him, enjoying the food he was feeding her. “Xiaojing, have you thought of nicknames for our babies?”

Stars twinkled in Quan Jingwu’s eyes as he nodded, “Yes.”

“What are they?” Jian Qing asked in surprise.

Quan Jingwu replied mysteriously, “That’s a secret for now.”

“Could it be that one of the babies is named ‘Shanshan’?” she asked curiously.

Although it was a name meant for mini Jian Qing, using it for a little prince wouldn’t be a problem.

Quan Jingwu shook his head. “That’s reserved for our little princess. Our sons shouldn’t try to snatch it.”

“Cough, cough!”

Jian Qing choked, laughter shining in her eyes.

How did we end up back to ‘little princess’?

Quan Jingwu gently patted her back and frowned, “Eat slowly.”

Jian Qing was speechless.

Please, she was choking because of what he said, not because she was eating too fast.

“So, what are our sons’ nicknames then?” She was genuinely curious about the sort of nicknames he had chosen for their sons.

Quan Jingwu kept his lips sealed, “You’ll find out when the time comes.”

Jian Qing looked at him, a vague sense of unease creeping over her.

Would he give their sons an exceedingly odd name?

…

“Bai Jue, we’re heading to the club later. Would you like to come along?” After dinner, Jian Luo, massaging her stuffed belly, asked.

Just as Bai Jue was about to agree, the image of Zhan Mingyan’s pale face suddenly flashed in his mind, causing him to drift into a daze.

“Bai Jue, what are you thinking about?”

Jian Luo knocked on the table, snapping him out of his reverie.

Bai Jue grabbed his car keys, “No, you guys go ahead, I’ll join you later.”

“Could it be that you have a date?” Jian Luo teased, looking at him playfully.

He stood up, twirling the car keys in his fingers. “Yes, you’re right.”

“Hey, who is this lucky lady?” Jian Luo called out to his retreating figure.

That night when he went into the room to get his clothes, she thought she caught a whiff of hospital disinfectant. And while he was on a call, she was certain she had heard a woman’s voice.

Bai Jue waved his hand without answering and walked out of the room.

“Black Jack, do you think Bai Jue finally entered the spring of his life?” Jian Luo elbowed Black Jack and said teasingly.

“Ah, for him? Not so fast,” Black Jack replied with a smirk.

Among them all, Bai Jue was like a restless breeze that wouldn’t settle down. If he wanted to settle down, he would have to wait for a while.

Jian Luo quirked an eyebrow and stood up, pulling on Black Jack’s arm, “Let’s go and digest.”

After settling the bill, the two of them left the restaurant side by side.