Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 835 - 835 821 The Wedding in Progress (3)

Chapter 835: 821, The Wedding in Progress (3) Chapter 835: 821, The Wedding in Progress (3) “Stop, where do you think you’re going?”

An Zhonghui’s voice rose from behind; Zhou Qi turned to look at him.

“I’m going to argue with dad, how can there be such a thing? Why should all the good stuff be given to Jian Qing? That dead girl has never shown us the slightest bit of good grace from the start. Giving those things to her will only make her more smug and fearless.”

An Zhonghui listened to her shrill voice with impatience, “Enough, how far do you plan to take this? Those things are dad’s, and it’s up to him how he wants to handle them, and who he wants to give them to. What’s your hurry? Besides, if Azhe hears what you just said, are you planning to make him completely cut off the mother-son relationship with you?”

After that, he strode out, not wanting to stay there a moment longer.

“Zhonghui, you come back here, come back.”

Zhou Qi clutched the handrail of the stairs, her body shaking violently with anger.

She was truly infuriated. Everybody seemed to be against her; it was all Jian Qing’s fault. Ever since she arrived, there had never been peace at home.

An Yun watched the chaotic scene in front of him and raised his hand to rub his temples.

Since when had this family started to become so murky and dispirited?

…

The wedding preparations were all being handled by Quan Jingwu himself; Jian Qing, aside from occasionally going to the Jian Group, was almost always accompanying the two little treasures.

The news of their upcoming wedding had spread, and everyone in Beijing felt that a wave of dog food was about to be thrown at them any second.

As the wedding date drew closer, the Quan Family was busy preparing the minute details of the wedding. Just the preparation of the invitation list and sending out the invites took several days, but everyone in the Quan Family was also enjoying it.

However, in stark contrast, the An Family was shrouded in dark clouds.

Every aristocratic family with a name in Beijing received an invitation from the Quan Family, yet aside from the old master of the An Family, none of the others received one. What infuriated them even more was that the invitation specifically stated it was only for the old master himself, which was clearly a slap in their faces, and it was done in front of everyone in Beijing.

When Zhou Qi first saw the content written on the invitation, she fainted on the spot from anger, and after waking up, she immediately called Mo Xiao, intending to complain about Jian Qing. However, Mo Xiao cut off the call directly, not giving her a chance to speak.

In the end, it was An Zhonghui who scolded her a few times before she calmed down a bit.

The wedding venue was not chosen in Beijing, but on the private island of Quan Jingwu, in the vacation villa. All the guests arrived on the island the night before.

The sky was clear for miles, and a gentle sea breeze blew, which felt cooler than the stifling heat of Beijing.

Early in the morning, Jian Qing was dragged out of bed by Rhee and others, and after breakfast, she was taken to get her makeup and hairstyle done.

As for the two little treasures, they were each held by Mr. Jian and Mr. Quan, who showed them off to friends outside and welcomed the guests. The task of greeting and entertaining the guests was left to Quan Mingxuan and Han Yue.

Vast expanses of blue waves, flocks of white seagulls freely soared above the sea. Looking into the distance, the enchanting red carpet seemed endless, adding joy to the wedding. The wedding site had become a sea of flowers, especially a wall on the wedding stage that was specially assembled from countless crystal tiles, forming a wedding photo of Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu. The handsome groom and beautiful bride, a pair of heart-throbbing fairies, simply took one’s breath away.

The guests invited were visiting Quan Jingwu’s private island for the first time. When the plane landed and they saw the vacation villa on the island, everyone gained a deeper understanding of Quan Jingwu’s substantial wealth.

“Master Quan, your great-grandson sure is delicate-looking, just like a celestial child descended from heaven,” someone said.

“Well, of course, with Mr. and Mrs. Quan Jingwu looking so handsome, the child they produced naturally inherited their good looks.”

At the wedding, a group of guests surrounded old Master Quan, all eyes envious as they looked at the little bun he cradled in his arms.

Indeed, beautiful parents give birth to equally exquisite children, it’s as if you’d want to secretly take one home to raise.

Old Master Quan held Nineteen, and hearing everyone’s praises for the child, he showed a genial smile on his face, patiently exchanging pleasantries with the guests.

Faced with so many strangers for the first time, Nineteen remained as calm as ever, snuggled up in old Master Quan’s embrace, the very picture of a well-behaved baby, his chubby little hand even holding a piece of chocolate.

Seventeen, on the other hand, was scooped up by old Master Jian to show off to his friends, and if you put tails on those two grandpas, they might have wagged them high into the sky.

Meanwhile, Quan Mingxuan and the others were practically talking their mouths dry, their faces’ muscles stiffening from so much smiling. The number of guests they invited was simply too great, with a large turnout from Beijing alone, plus the guests invited by the Jian family from M Country, and those invited by Mo Xiao, the total number of guests from all three was indeed formidable.

“Where has Quan Jingwu gone?” Black Jack finished chatting with a friend and came over to look for Jian Luo, but after scanning the surroundings, he couldn’t spot Quan Jingwu anywhere.

Jian Luo shook his head. “No idea where he has run off to.”

They hadn’t seen him for a good while now.

“Have some water.” Black Jack tossed a bottle to each Quan Mingxuan and then unscrewed the lid, handing the water to Jian Luo.

“That guy Jingwu must have gone to find Jian Qing. We’re here greeting the guests on his behalf, and there he goes, running off to his wife,” Han Yue complained, gulping down several mouthfuls of water.

Quan Mingxuan said, “You get used to it.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Jian Luo saw a familiar face among the guests and waved over, “Khan, we’re over here!”

Following his gaze, Black Jack saw that Khan had come over carrying Maomao, with Xiya not by his side.

“Wow, you guys are in charge of receiving guests today,” Khan teased.

“Handsome guy, Daddy, there’s a handsome guy.” Two-year-old Maomao was already quite fluent in speech. Seeing Jian Luo, she excitedly waved her little fair hand.

“Handsome guy, hug.”

Jian Luo looked at Maomao in Khan’s arms, clad in a white princess dress that made her all the more adorable. With her profound features and large, round eyes turning spiritedly, she indeed had a whimsical charm quite similar to Xiya’s, especially her inherited penchant for handsome men.

“Maomao, isn’t Daddy handsome?” Khan looked at his little princess, who was looking at Jian Luo with stars in her eyes, feeling a bit jealous.

Maomao stared straight at Jian Luo, responding half-heartedly to Khan, “Handsome, Daddy is handsome.”

“So who do you think is handsomer, your daddy or that uncle?” Han Yue reached out to pet Maomao’s little head, stirring up trouble with his question.

Maomao hesitated, her small face scrunching up in turmoil, and finally, as if making up her mind, she looked brightly at Jian Luo and said in her sweet, milky voice, “The handsome guy is handsomer.”