Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 842 - 842 828 Childish Scenic Tyrant (4)

Chapter 842: 828, Childish Scenic Tyrant (4) Chapter 842: 828, Childish Scenic Tyrant (4) “…”

Han Yue’s mouth corner twitched.

“Mom, Axuan has had too much to drink, I’ll help Amo take him back.”

As he spoke, he gave Quan Yimo a look, and Quan Yimo rolled her eyes at him in a corner where no one could see, then helped Quan Mingxuan up.

“Mom, you go find Dad, I’ll come to find you guys in a bit,” Han Yue rushed his words and left with Quan Yimo, supporting Quan Mingxuan.

“This child, always so impulsive,” Liu Shi muttered, then turned to go find her husband.

Having left the party early, Quan Jingwu hurried back to his new room and quietly pushed open the door, letting the orange light spill out.

“Who is it?”

The woman sleeping on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, alert and looking toward the door.

The next second, when she saw who it was, the chill in her eyes melted into a beaming smile, “How did you come back so soon, didn’t Luoluo and the others hold you back?”

According to Bai Jue and the others’ style, they wouldn’t let anyone leave until they were drunk.

Quan Jingwu looked at the person he’d awakened and strode over, about to embrace her, but remembering he reeked of wine, his hand instead landed on her head, messing up her black hair.

“Did I wake you?”

Jian Qing shook her head, instinctively wanting to hug him, and Quan Jingwu chuckled, his fingertips pinching her smooth cheek, “I’m all covered in the smell of wine, I’ll go freshen up and change before I come back to keep you company.”

“Mhmm,” she chuckled softly.

Quan Jingwu’s gaze shifted to the two little ones occupying his wife’s side, “How long have they been asleep?”

“Almost two hours now, they should be waking up soon,” Jian Qing guessed, considering the time.

“Okay, I’ll make them some milk after I shower.” Quan Jingwu leaned down, pinched her chin, pecked her lips, then went to the bathroom with his robe.

The sound of running water started, Jian Qing got out of bed, drank a few sips of water, and just as she put down the cup, a loud noise suddenly erupted from outside.

Bang bang bang!

In the dark night sky, red sparks shot up, and fireworks burst forth, changing rapidly, their brilliant colors illuminating the entire island.

“Wow wow wow…”

On the bed, the two little ones who were sleeping soundly were startled awake by the noise of the fireworks, their tiny bodies trembling slightly, obviously frightened by them.

Without sparing a moment to admire the fireworks, Jian Qing quickly returned to the bedside, gently soothing the little ones, “Xiao-Qi, Xiao-Jiu, Mommy is here, don’t be scared, Mommy is here.”

Her soft, elegant voice gradually calmed the fears of the startled little ones.

She lay down on the bed, bringing both little ones into her arms, and Xiao-Qi and Xiao-Jiu stopped crying, their wet eyes looking at Jian Qing with a small sense of being frightened.

Xiao-Jiu’s jelly-like mouth opened and closed, babbling incomprehensibly as if trying to tell Jian Qing about being startled awake.

“Xiao-Jiu, your drool is about to come out,” Jian Qing said amusedly, watching the little guy’s excited demeanor, a silver thread hanging from the corner of his mouth.

She took a tissue to wipe it off, kissed him, then leaned over to kiss Xiao-Qi, “Daddy will be out soon to make milk for you, just be good and wait a little longer.”

Xiao-Qi lifted his chubby little hands, trying to grab Jian Qing’s hair. After failing a few times, his little mouth pouted.

Seeing his pouty lips, Jian Qing felt charmed and handed him a toy from home.

Receiving the toy, Xiao-Qi squinted his eyes in contentment, smiling sweetly at Jian Qing.

At that moment, Quan Jingwu came out of the bathroom, his hair half-dry and slightly messy, instilling a cool, unruly vibe about him.

“Ya ya…” The baby, Nineteen, held in Jian Qing’s arms, became excited upon seeing Quan Jingwu and cooed, wriggling his little behind, wanting to go over to Quan Jingwu.

“You little rascal, don’t you want Mommy anymore when you see Daddy, huh?” Jian Qing gently rubbed his forehead, speaking with indulgence.

Nineteen happily shook his head, constantly looking in Quan Jingwu’s direction, and what was more certain was his gaze fixated on the milk bottle in his hand.

Quan Jingwu came over with two bottles of milk prepared, handing one to Jian Qing and then picking up Seventeen, bringing the bottle to his mouth for him to suckle.

The two little treasures became quiet once they tasted the milk. Quan Jingwu smiled helplessly, wondering who else had such a tragic fate—to be making milk for the two little ones on his wedding night.

After a short while, both babies had finished their milk. Quan Jingwu placed them in the crib to play by themselves and pulled Jian Qing out to the terrace to watch the fireworks.

“Do you like it?”

He encircled her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, the fireworks in the night sky lighting up his dazzling purple eyes.

A faint smile appeared on Jian Qing’s lips, her hands securely enveloped by his, “Pretty.”

“Did you like the wedding today?” he asked with a husky voice.

Jian Qing glanced sideways at him, smiling slyly, “Can I say I didn’t like it?”

“No,” he said imperiously.

“Then why are you asking me?” She knew he already had the answer and yet he deliberately asked her.

Quan Jingwu nuzzled her neck, his warm breath whispering in her ear as he spoke, “Because I want to hear your answer firsthand.”

At his words, Jian Qing let out a soft chuckle. She turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling, “I like it. How could I not like the wedding my Jing Tyrant prepared himself? I loved it.”

Quan Jingwu gazed at her intently, a deep chuckle spilling from his lips, echoing around them.

“Hahaha!”

His gaze on her grew more intense. Jian Qing raised an eyebrow and circled her arms around his neck, her smile a bit mischievous, “Husband, I have some news I want to tell you.”

The moment she took the initiative to call him “husband,” Quan Jingwu’s heart skipped a beat, sensing that what she was about to say would not be what he wanted to hear.

He raised an eyebrow, “Can I choose not to listen?”

After thinking it over, Jian Qing agreed, “Alright, but don’t regret it later.”

With that, she turned back to watch the fireworks.

Quan Jingwu looked at the back of her head, feeling a bit of helplessness within.

He leaned down, his voice deep as he asked, “Tell me, what’s the news?”

“I thought you didn’t want to know?” Jian Qing retorted haughtily.

“I was just joking with you earlier,” he said.

Jian Qing rolled her eyes at him but seemed to think of something. A schadenfreude smile crossed her eyes. She turned around, tiptoed, and whispered a few words into his ear.

Quan Jingwu’s complexion changed subtly as he let her go and quickly walked into the room.

Jian Qing followed him into the room and watched the man flipping through the calendar on his phone, bending over with laughter, “Xiaojing, do you really find my words so unbelievable?”

Quan Jingwu stared fixedly at the calendar marked with red circles on the phone—the days when his wife’s ‘aunt’ was supposed to visit.

He irritably tossed the phone onto the bed, his childish behavior making Jian Qing bend over with laughter.

“Heh heh.”

Said her Jing Tyrant, his feathers ruffled.