Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 832 - 832 818 Nineteen is a Brother Complex (4)

Chapter 832: 818, Nineteen is a Brother Complex (4) Chapter 832: 818, Nineteen is a Brother Complex (4) Quan Jingwu stroked her head, then sat down beside the bed with Seventeen in his arms. He took Seventeen’s little hand, “Be gentle.”

The doctor nodded repeatedly but inwardly he was complaining.

Even the most gentle injection was inevitably painful.

Watching the sharp needle approach Seventeen’s tender skin, Jian Qing couldn’t bear to look away. Quan Jingwu’s gaze deepened as he softly coaxed Seventeen, “Seventeen, don’t be afraid, Daddy is here. After the injection, we’ll go home and play with Nineteen.”

As the needle went in, Seventeen’s lips puckered like jelly, and a mist quickly formed in his eyes as he cried out, “Wah!”

Jian Qing quickly took him into her arms and gently patted his back, “Seventeen, be good, Mommy is here, Mommy is holding you, no crying, okay?”

Already uncomfortable with a cold and fever, now with an injection, Seventeen was extremely distressed and cried with a shudder, as tears streamed down his face.

“Wah wah wah…”

This was the first time Rhee saw Seventeen cry so badly, his eyes grew sour, wishing that the injection had been on him instead.

“CEO, here are the young master’s pills. Make sure he takes them on time every day, three times a day,” the doctor said, bringing over the prepared pills and reminding him.

Quan Jingwu took the pills and walked out with Jian Qing in his arms.

Once they left, the doctors and nurses all breathed a sigh of relief.

The aura of the precious parents was too strong, they were overwhelmed.

Along the way, Jian Qing kept comforting Seventeen, who gradually calmed down, listlessly snuggling in Jian Qing’s embrace.

When they arrived home, before they even stepped into the living room, Nineteen’s crying could be heard.

Jian Qing hurried in, and when the old Mrs. Quan saw them return, she greeted them with Nineteen in her arms as if they were her saviors.

“Grandma, is Nineteen feeling unwell too?” Jian Qing asked nervously as she looked at Nineteen in her arms.

Like she and Jian Luo used to get sick together as children, she feared that Seventeen and Nineteen would be the same.

Old Mrs. Quan shook her head, “Nineteen is fine. He probably cried because he woke up and didn’t see you or Seventeen.”

Relieved, Jian Qing took Nineteen into her arms.

“Little crier, Mommy brought Seventeen back, see?”

She comforted Nineteen as she walked over to Quan Jingwu, so he could see Seventeen.

“Your brother got a shot, do you want to comfort him, hm?”

The two brothers looked at each other, Nineteen halted his tears, and his chubby little hand reached out toward Seventeen as if trying to hold his hand.

Quan Jingwu held Seventeen closer so that he could grab his hand. The sight of their two little tender hands together completely softened the heart of anyone who saw it.

Jian Qing curved her lips into a smile and reached out to stroke Nineteen’s head.

These two little guys!

After feeding Seventeen his medicine, Quan Jingwu carried him back to their room, followed closely by Jian Qing holding Nineteen as they went upstairs.

Seventeen had a cold, and Nineteen temporarily couldn’t sleep with him. But having gotten used to sleeping with Seventeen, Nineteen almost got upset when he was not allowed to sleep with him for a while.

As soon as Quan Jingwu put him alone in the crib, he would immediately start crying, and in the end, Quan Jingwu had no choice but to hold him and play with him for the time being.

Jian Qing sat by the bed, watching Seventeen who had already fallen asleep, she pulled the blanket over him and lovingly kissed his smooth forehead.

Sleep well, my treasure.

Seventeen was asleep, and Nineteen, fresh from his nap, was wide awake. Quan Jingwu held him with one hand and played with a toy car with the other to entertain him.

Jian Qing walked over and sat down beside him, took Nineteen into her arms, and turned to look at Quan Jingwu, “Xiaojing, am I a bad mommy?”

She was distressed that Seventeen had caught a cold and had a fever, and she had not noticed it in time.

Quan Jingwu reached out to embrace her, pulling both her and Nineteen into his arms, “Silly girl, what are you thinking? In my heart, you are the most qualified mommy. Seventeen’s cold is just an accident, he was fine when we left home this morning, wasn’t he? Be good, don’t think too much.”

Jian Qing hummed affirmatively, burying her head in his chest.

Nineteen, guarded between the two of them, looked on bewilderedly at his daddy and mommy, his face the picture of innocent confusion.

In the following days, Jian Qing dared not go anywhere else and stayed home to take care of Seventeen. During this time, a small amusing incident occurred; perhaps because he hadn’t slept with Seventeen for a while, Nineteen now liked to stick close to him, making Quan Mingxuan and others tease that Nineteen was a “bro-con”

After taking pills for a few days, Seventeen gradually recovered, and after a week, Nineteen was finally able to sleep with his brother again.

Jian Luo returned from Y Country with Black Jack, and to his surprise, he learned that Seventeen was ill and hurried to the old Quan mansion.

“My little treasure, you scared your uncle to death.” He picked up Seventeen and peppered his face with kisses.

Seventeen, not having seen his uncle for several days, graciously gifted him with an adorable smile.

“Giggle giggle giggle…”

Jian Luo, holding Seventeen, sat down opposite Jian Qing, suddenly recalling the call he received from Mr. Qiu on the way here.

“Sis, Mr. Qiu gave me a call, saying that old Master An hasn’t been feeling well these past few days and was wondering if we could go visit him a bit more,” Jian Luo said.

Toward old Master An, he actually didn’t hold a grudge anymore, he just hadn’t figured out how he wanted to face him yet.

Hearing this, Jian Qing unconsciously remembered the day he had been here holding Seventeen, and she quietly made up her mind.

“Luoluo, let’s go to the An Family later,” she said.

Jian Luo looked at her, and the two exchanged a smile, understanding each other’s thoughts through the unique connection of twins.

Since they held no grudges or resentment, and that person had genuinely cared for and protected them once, they had nothing to quarrel about with a man who was already in his nineties.

The afternoon sun burned hot and fierce.

Unlike the bustle of the Quan Family, the An Family was eerily quiet.

Having heard they were coming, Mr. Qiu was waiting at the gate in advance, and when he saw their car, he immediately instructed the security guards at the gate to let them through.

“Miss Qing, Young Master Luo, the old master doesn’t know you’re here yet. He will surely be very happy when he sees you,” Mr. Qiu said.