Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 817 - 817 803 make them cry (2)

Chapter 817: 803, make them cry (2) Chapter 817: 803, make them cry (2) Being wary of Jian Qing and her brother was not enough, now we have to watch Jian Qing’s children too, big brother, you really give me the chills.

Having crammed the documents back into the document bag, A’er also brought over the brazier.

Shen Yan took the lighter handed to him, pressed it with his thumb, and the faint blue flame lit up his eyes as he brought the document bag closer.

In an instant, the faint blue flame ignited the document bag, burning it to ashes.

Shen Yan threw the flaming document bag into the brazier, watching it being devoured by the fire, slowly turning into ash, and he cracked a smile.

A’er watched the nearly burnt-out document bag in the brazier, without moving his gaze.

“A’er, is there a picture of the children?” Shen Yan took a kettle and poured cold water into the brazier. The intense flames gradually died down until even the last of the sparks was extinguished.

A’er nodded, took out several photos from his pocket, and handed them to him with both hands.

Shen Yan took the photos and two delicate little figures entered his sight, both of whom had clearly inherited the best traits of their parents—their exquisite appearances were captivating.

“Hehe, they do look quite a bit like Jian Qing.”

Awei, now you’re even a grandmother, if you saw these two babies, you’d surely like them a lot too.

A’er quietly stood by, listening.

“Continue to have someone watch over big brother’s side, and report to me immediately if there’s any movement,” Shen Yan fondled the photos, musing aloud.

A’er replied respectfully, “Yes.”

…

During the postnatal confinement period, Xiya and others visited Jian Qing every few days. Jian Luo and Black Jack were even more punctual, coming to the mansion daily, and neither the elder Mr. Jian nor Mo Xiao were exceptions.

Jian Qing’s two little treasures became more lovable and exquisite by the day. No matter who held the fair and plump little ones, they behaved, endearing themselves to everyone.

With the two little treasures, every day the mansion was filled with laughter and merriment.

Elder Mr. Quan would hurry back home every time after finishing meetings, Quan Hao took a two-week leave specifically to stay at home for a chance to hold the little ones, and even Mingxuan started coming home earlier than usual.

Having had a full nap in the afternoon, the two little treasures were particularly lively at night. Right now, Quan Jingwu had just finished bathing the little ones, and they were even more spirited.

During this period, Quan Jingwu found himself increasingly immersed in the path of fatherhood, single-handedly taking on making formula, changing diapers, and bathing the babies without needing any help from Jian Qing.

Jian Qing sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the two babies snuggled up together with eyes shining with intoxicating tenderness.

Unknowingly, the little ones were almost a month old, and everyone in the house noticed something interesting: at bedtime, the babies had to sleep together. If separated into different rooms, they would cry nonstop, especially number nineteen, who cried so powerfully it was earth-shaking.

Initially, everyone thought it was a coincidence, but after several trials, they had to admit defeat to the babies’ insistence on sleeping together at night.

“Seventeen, nineteen, look here.” She picked up a little woolen ball and dangled it above the babies, drawing their attention.

Upon hearing their mommy’s voice, the two little treasures instantly looked at her, their fair and tender faces irresistibly sweet, smiling sweetly back at her, and Jian Qing’s heart nearly melted.

“My little darlings, why are you so adorable?” She dropped the woolen ball, wrapped her arms around the two little ones, and pulled them into her embrace, bending down to give each baby a kiss.

Basking in their mommy’s kisses, seventeen and nineteen laughed even harder, their chubby little fists flailing about as if to express their joy.

Quan Jingwu, just out of the bath, witnessed this scene, his captivating purple eyes suddenly deepening, his lips lightly pursed.

Too focused on playing with the two darlings, Jian Qing didn’t notice him approaching. She kissed seventeen now and then and then kissed nineteen again, the mother and sons engrossed in their fun.

Feeling entirely ignored, Quan Jingwu’s jealousy flared, deliberately making his footsteps louder to catch the attention of a certain lady.

Ultimately, Jian Qing finally took notice of him. The man wore a loosely tied bathrobe, and as her gaze drifted down, she sighed in relief upon seeing that he was wearing pants underneath.

“Xiaojing, the window is still open, you’ll catch a cold dressed like that.”

Quan Jingwu walked over, sat on the bed, reached out his strong arm, and pulled her into his embrace, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“It’s summer now, I won’t catch a cold.”

His deep voice was slightly husky.

Jian Qing instinctively shrank her neck and glanced at him sideways, “What are you doing?”

“Sweetheart, just now you kissed them so many times.” He looked towards his two sons with a hint of sourness in his voice.

Indeed, sons were his rivals in love, and now there were two of them.

Jian Qing paused, barely holding back her laughter as she teased, “I seem to smell a strong scent of jealousy, Xiaojing, do you smell it too?”

Quan Jingwu’s voice grew even huskier, “Since you’ve smelt it, how do you plan to make it up to me, hmm?”

His warm breath sprayed on her earlobe, turning it faintly red. Jian Qing turned around, her hands reaching out to encircle his neck naturally, her eyes gleaming with mirth, “My big darling, why are you so handsome? Here, let me give you a kiss.”

With that, her soft lips pressed a kiss onto his forehead.

Quan Jingwu’s eyebrows quirked, his voice laced with a deep hoarseness, “Little troublemaker, is this on purpose?”

“What do you mean on purpose? I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Saying so, she playfully flopped into his embrace and turned away to play with her own son.

Quan Jingwu looked down at her, his heated gaze making it difficult for Jian Qing to ignore. She turned back to face him, and before she could speak, his handsome features filled her vision.

“Sweetie, close your eyes.” His hand wrapped around her waist tightened suddenly, pulling her even closer.

Seventeen and nineteen, their eyes wide open, watched their parents share a kiss. Their little mouths puckered, and they began to bawl.

“Wah… Wah…”

Jian Qing snapped out of it, pushing the man holding her, “Xiaojing, seventeen and nineteen are crying.”

“It’s nothing, let them cry,” Quan Jingwu said, his gaze intense.