Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 825 - 825 811 My Seventeen (3)

Chapter 825: 811, My Seventeen (3) Chapter 825: 811, My Seventeen (3) Today, upon seeing him, the little bun was even more adorable than in the photos; apart from having Jian Qing’s exact eyes, he was simply a miniature version of Quan Jingwu.

“Mhm,” Jian Qing adjusted her grip on seventeen’s hands to a better position, allowing Grandfather An to get a clearer look at him.

It was the first time Seventeen had seen Grandfather An’s face, but he wasn’t shy; his eyes, like black gems, curiously met Grandfather An’s gaze.

Grandfather An’s gaze lingered on Seventeen’s delicate and splendid little face, his eyes reddening slightly with corners beginning to moisten, “Good, this little fellow is much more likable than Quan Jingwu, that cold chap.”

By his side, Uncle Qiu was also looking at Seventeen with a face full of smiles.

Jian Qing, seeing the moistness in Grandfather An’s eyes, felt a slight sourness in her heart. Becoming a mother seemed to have softened her own heart.

She stood up, holding Seventeen close as she walked over to Grandfather An and said softly, “Would you like to hold him?”

Upon hearing this, Grandfather An was momentarily stunned but then his mouth widened into a smile that almost reached the back of his head, “I, I may?”

Facing Seventeen’s dark eyes, he was a bit at a loss.

Jian Qing nodded, and Grandfather An, suppressing the excitement in his heart, reached out his hands and received Seventeen, holding the child skillfully.

After all, he had held Jian Qing and her brother a lot when they were young, and though it had been many years, his technique for holding a child hadn’t grown the least bit rusty.

“Seventeen, my Seventeen…” Grandfather An cradled Seventeen like a treasure, and as he blinked away tears, they couldn’t help but fall.

Seventeen, held by Grandfather An, was not afraid, and seeing him cry, his little cherry mouth opened up, revealing those pink gums and a shallow smile that made Grandfather An’s tears fall even more fiercely.

He hugged Seventeen tight, his rough hands gently touching Seventeen’s little head, “Good Seventeen, my Seventeen.”

Uncle Qiu, watching, lifted his hand to wipe away tears.

Seeing Grandfather An’s tears, Jian Qing had a complex expression, feeling somewhat distressed.

It was a while before Grandfather An managed to compose himself, still holding Seventeen, reluctant to let go.

Jian Qing let him hold Seventeen, not taking the child back into her own arms.

“Qing girl, where’s Nineteen?” Grandfather An asked.

Jian Qing replied, “He went to the office with Xiaojing, he’ll be back later.”

Since the last time Xiaojing took Nineteen to the office, Nineteen seemed to become addicted to going out. Whenever Xiaojing was about to leave, Nineteen would often cling to him, insisting on going along. Xiaojing indulged him, and after all, Nineteen was so little, being held in his arms didn’t feel heavy at all.

Grandfather An nodded, looking down at Seventeen in his arms with a delighted face.

After staying in the Quan Family’s home for nearly two hours, Grandfather An reluctantly left, most of all reluctant to part from Seventeen.

In the end, Jian Qing said that he could come to see Seventeen and Nineteen anytime, which brought a smile to his face and he went back contentedly.

By the time Quan Jingwu came back, Seventeen had already fallen asleep, and Nineteen, held in Quan Jingwu’s arms, was also sleeping sweetly.

“What are you thinking about?” After placing Nineteen in the crib, Quan Jingwu walked to the window and hugged her from behind.

Jian Qing leaned back into his embrace, her voice muffled as she said, “Xiaojing, actually, Grandfather An is quite pitiful too.”

Ultimately, blaming Grandfather An for the events of the past didn’t seem quite right. After all, from what she and Luoluo could remember, he had always cherished them, even more than the likes of An Yun and the others had ever been cherished by him.