Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 812 - 812 798 The differences between the two little

Chapter 812: 798, The differences between the two little treasures (1) Chapter 812: 798, The differences between the two little treasures (1) “Hahaha!”

Laughter broke the silence of the room, bending Quan Yifei and the others at the waist.

Three-eighth?

How could anyone think of that?

Quan Mingxuan was truly a genius.

Jian Luo looked at Quan Mingxuan, giving him a thumbs-up with an irrepressible smile on his face, while Quan Mingxuan accepted his praise with composure.

He brushed back the hair from his forehead, his face full of pride.

Even he admired his own intelligence sometimes.

His moment of pride didn’t last long before Quan Jingwu’s cold gaze swept towards him. The deathly stare stiffened the smile on Quan Mingxuan’s lips, and he quickly hid behind Grandmother Quan.

Seeing his action, everyone laughed even more, seemingly taking pleasure in his misfortune.

“Xiaojing, are you really going to give the babies these nicknames?” Jian Qing cleared her throat, asking tentatively.

If the babies ever learned where their nicknames came from, they would probably create a ruckus.

Quan Jingwu’s cold eyebrows raised slightly, “Unsatisfied?”

Confronted with his profound gaze, Jian Qing stuttered, “It’s not that, but…”

“If it’s not that, then good, I think these nicknames are very nice.” Quan Jingwu cut in satisfactorily, curling his lips upon hearing her first half of the sentence.

Everyone fell silent, “…”

What exactly was good about them?

As they thought this, Jian Qing directly asked him, seeking earnestly, “What’s good about them?”

“To commemorate their birth and to let them know how hard it was for you to bring them into this world,” Quan Jingwu explained clearly and logically.

Everyone exchanged glances, finding his words quite reasonable.

Before they knew it, Lord Jing had successfully brainwashed them all.

Jian Luo looked at the man who was explaining so seriously, his lips twitching.

Why did he feel like he was just spouting nonsense, and these nicknames were indeed as random as they could get?

Jian Qing looked at the babies cradled in the old master’s arms, reluctantly accepting these “commemorative” nicknames.

Thank goodness the formal names hadn’t been chosen randomly; otherwise, she really couldn’t face her own sons.

“Ah, the baby’s eyes are open.” Rhee exclaimed softly, her eyes full of surprise as she gazed at the tiny tot in Grandfather Quan’s arms.

“It’s violet eyes, just like the third brother,” Quan Yifei said excitedly.

Wrapped in a goose-yellow outfit was the fragile little body of a newborn, his wrinkled little face making it hard to tell whether he resembled Quan Jingwu or Jian Qing more, but those dazzling, clear violet eyes under his faint eyebrows were a carbon copy of Quan Jingwu’s—this was the younger brother, Jian Tianlin.

Hearing Quan Yifei’s words, Jian Qing asked curiously, “Is it the older brother or the younger brother?”

“The younger brother,” Rhee replied.

Newborns all look pretty much alike, especially when the two little ones were twin brothers. To make it easier for people to tell them apart, Rhee had dressed the babies in different colored clothes.

The older brother wore a blue outfit, while the younger brother was in a goose-yellow one.

Jian Qing smiled, her gaze shifting to the little darling in Grandfather Jian’s arms.

“Xiaojing, if both babies look like you, won’t I have been short-changed?”

Quan Jingwu put down his bowl and grabbed a tissue to wipe the corner of her mouth, “How do you know the babies all look like me?”

The little wrinkled dots were still indistinguishable in terms of resemblance, but the best scenario was for them to take after her, to somehow compensate for his lack of a little padded jacket in his heart.

“Xiaojing has purple eyes just like you,” Jian Qing quickly grew accustomed to the baby’s nickname, finding it particularly smooth to say.

“Don’t you love that?” Quan Jingwu picked up a bowl of porridge and continued to feed her, “Wasn’t it because of those very eyes that you fell for me in the first place?”

He whispered the last sentence in her ear with a voice deep and magnetic, seductively captivating.

Jian Qing’s cheeks turned a slight red, and from the corner of her eye, she noticed everyone was preoccupied with the babies and weren’t paying attention to them. She reached out and twisted his arm.

“Everyone is here, behave yourself.”

Seems like becoming a father only thickened his skin.

Quan Jingwu cracked a smile, the look in his eyes teasing.

Perhaps due to a unique twin telepathy, once Xiaojing woke up, Seventeen also quickly followed suit, opening his eyes. The little ones seemed to be in sync, not crying or making a fuss, their clear eyes observing everyone around them without any sign of shyness.

“Eh, Seventeen doesn’t have purple eyes.” Weng Ya compared the two babies’ appearances, noting that although Seventeen did not inherit Quan Jingwu’s purple eyes, he still had a touch of his father’s features in his brows and looked more like Quan Jingwu.

“This way it’ll be easier for us to tell them apart in the future, so we won’t be outsmarted by these little guys,” Quan Mingxuan said, planning ahead.

He could guarantee that these two little dots would definitely be little devils in the making, considering Quan Jingwu was no angel in his younger days.

However, Quan Mingxuan clearly didn’t anticipate that even though the little ones were easy to tell apart, their pranks were expertly executed, utterly outwitting him—a long and tearful story, of course, that would come later.

Weng Ya shot him a disapproving glance, her eyes twinkling with little red hearts as she gazed at the two darlings, “What are you talking about? Such sweet babies, how could they play tricks on you? Just don’t bully the little ones as their uncle, that’s all.”

“Me, bully them?” Quan Mingxuan pointed at himself, his voice breaking in disbelief.

Come on, sons of Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing? It’s more likely they’d be bullying others than anyone could bully them.

Weng Ya ignored him, her eyes coveting the two little treasures. When would she get to be a grandmother?

“Jingwu, things are even now.” Jian Qing smiled, her eyes crinkling.

“Are you that happy?” Quan Jingwu pinched her cheek lightly and chuckled.

Jian Qing nodded, “Of course, I went through all the hard work to give birth to them. If none of them looked like me, I’d be at a loss.”

“Waah… Waah…”

Suddenly, in sync, the two started crying.

Although they were crying, not a single tear appeared; it was classic crying without tears, clearly just for show.

Even so, this was enough to upset people like Grandpa Jian greatly.

“Wh-Why are they crying now?” Grandpa Quan tried to soothe them, but Xiaojing’s cries got even louder, the tiny cries alarming Grandpa Quan.

Grandma Quan took one baby, reaching to check the little bottom, “Did they wet themselves?”

“No, must be hungry,” Rhee suggested while taking Seventeen from Grandpa Jian, checking the diaper to find it dry.

Hearing this, everyone instinctively looked toward Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu.

But obviously, as new parents for the first time, they were clueless even with everyone’s eyes on them.

Quan Jingwu stood up and walked over, reaching out his hand to Rhee, who carefully placed the baby in his arms and guided him on how to hold the child.

“Gently, put your hand here at the neck of the baby.”

Strangely enough, once in Quan Jingwu’s arms, Seventeen stopped crying immediately, his rolling black eyes fixating on Quan Jingwu as if he knew the person holding him was his daddy.