Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 850 - 850 836 buy a knife to assassinate you (1)

Chapter 850: 836, buy a knife to assassinate you (1) Chapter 850: 836, buy a knife to assassinate you (1) “Giggle giggle giggle…”

The two little treasures touched Snowball’s soft fur, their eyes curved up in delight, and crisp laughter spilled incessantly from their lips.

The big dog, the handsome big dog.

Quan Mingxuan and the others exchanged looks, their jaws dropping in surprise; these two little ones sure were brave, not only did they not cry out of fear, but they were also so affectionate with Snowball.

Even adults would feel apprehensive at the sight of Snowball, yet these two little ones didn’t hesitate to get close to it; the pair of treasures and the beast didn’t seem like strangers at all.

Quan Yifei swallowed hard, “Seventeen and Nineteen are truly the children of Third Brother and Third Sister-in-law. Their courage is sky-high.”

Remembering her first encounter with Snowball, she hid under the table in fear. Compared to the two little treasures, she was really lacking.

On the other hand, infected by the adorable laughter of the two little ones, Snowball rubbed its fluffy head against Seventeen and Nineteen, making them laugh even louder.

“Giggle giggle giggle…”

Quan Jingwu came out with a milk bottle, just in time to witness this scene, his thin lips curving slightly upward.

He walked over, sat down beside Jian Qing, and put a milk bottle into each of the little ones’ hands, letting them hold it on their own.

“Snowball, it seems you’ve had a good time these days,” Quan Jingwu said with a light smile as he stroked its head.

“Awooo—” Snowball howled and sprang towards Quan Jingwu, intending to give him a loving hug.

But the movement was too forceful, and even Jian Qing beside him got knocked to the ground.

Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing looked at each other, bemused, watching Snowball, who was exceptionally excited since their return. Nearby, the two little treasures seemed very delighted, sucking on their milk bottles while keeping their gaze fixed on Snowball.

Quan Jingwu helped Jian Qing to sit up and, seeing Snowball continuously rubbing against Seventeen and Nineteen, he rarely went along and smoothed its fur, “Snowball, come here, let Seventeen and Nineteen finish their milk before playing.”

Hearing its master’s voice, Snowball reluctantly backed away and then turned to look at Jian Qing, stretching its neck for her caress.

Seeing this, Jian Qing shook her head with a light chuckle, reached out to stroke its soft white fur, and Snowball blissfully squinted its eyes, pushing its fluffy head into Jian Qing’s embrace, as if seeking affection.

“Snowball, stop taking advantage of my wife,” Quan Jingwu pushed away its head and pulled Jian Qing into his arms.

“Awooo—”

Snowball stared straight at Jian Qing, as if protesting Quan Jingwu’s misdeed.

Beauty, the master is bullying me, seeking protection.

“Xiaojing,” Jian Qing patted Quan Jingwu’s hand, and called out with a mixture of laughter and helplessness.

“Just let it go play with Seventeen and Nineteen,” Quan Jingwu said calmly.

Hearing the names of Seventeen and Nineteen, Snowball immediately shifted its attention and lay down beside the two little treasures.

The little masters are the best, so adorable.

Seventeen was sucking on the bottle of milk, swinging his little feet, and when he saw Snowball come back to lie beside him, his eyes lit up. He dropped the milk bottle and reached out towards Snowball.

“Seventeen, you still have over half a bottle of milk there,” the elderly Mrs. Quan looked at the abandoned milk bottle and said indulgently.

Snowball, seeing its young master seeking it out, joyfully moved closer, rubbing him with its fluffy head.

Seventeen, chuckled into crescent-moon eyes by the nuzzle, was swept up into a pair of strong arms the next second.

“Seventeen, have your milk first, or daddy won’t care for you if you get hungry later,” Quan Jingwu took the milk bottle from the elderly Mrs. Quan, holding Seventeen with one hand and bringing the bottle back to his mouth with the other.

Seventeen, usually a well-behaved child, for the first time ignored Quan Jingwu’s words, pushed the bottle away with his hand, and kept looking towards Snowball.

“Snowball, come here,” Quan Jingwu called Snowball over upon seeing this.

Seeing Snowball approach, Seventeen’s little bottom wriggled incessantly, trying to get down from Quan Jingwu’s arms.

“Stay put,” Quan Jingwu patted his little bottom, the tone was meant to be scolding, yet it carried a hint of indulgence.

Seventeen looked up at his daddy, his tiny red mouth breaking into a smile, revealing pink gums, in an attempt to be charming.

Quan Jingwu looked at the little rascal cuddling and acting coy in his arms; suddenly a thought struck him, and he lifted his head to look at Jian Qing, his gaze teasing.

The little rascal’s antics were exactly like their mommy’s—it’s as if they were carved out of the same mold.

“Why are you looking at me?” Jian Qing, seeing the teasing in Quan Jingwu’s eyes, glared at him with feigned annoyance.

It’s not like she taught her son to be this sweet and clingy.

Quan Jingwu’s lips curved into a slight smirk, rescuing Xiaojing, who was about to slide out of his arms, back into his embrace.

“Xiaojing, drink your milk first, or else daddy will send Snowball away,” he said.

Upon hearing this, Xiaojing pouted, hugged the bottle Quan Jingwu handed him, and continued drinking his milk.

On the other side, Xixiao had already finished his milk, put down the empty bottle, and started babbling in the direction of Snowball.

Big doggy, come play with Xixiao.

When Snowball heard Xixiao calling, a light twinkled in its eyes. It turned its head and saw Xiaojing, suddenly appearing to be in a dilemma.

With two little masters both so dear, choosing whom to accompany was quite the pickle.

Ah, it’s all because the Wolf King is too popular.

Just as it was conflicted about where to go, Jian Qing had already picked up Xixiao and placed him beside Snowball.

“Yah… yah…” Xixiao grabbed a tuft of Snowball’s pristine white fur, his small mouth curving into a smile, babbling endlessly in his baby voice.

Jian Qing watched him tug at Snowball’s fur, smiled helplessly, and softly said while holding Xixiao’s little hand, “Xixiao, don’t pull on Snowball’s fur; it’ll hurt. You should pet him gently like this.”

Xixiao looked up at his mommy, nodded his little head as if he understood, his hand gripping Snowball’s fur slowly loosened, and then he mimicked Jian Qing’s motions, gently stroking Snowball.

Snowball felt very comfortable with the little one smoothing its fur and lay beside him, affectionately placing a paw on his small leg.

Everyone watching Snowball’s affectionate behavior with the two little treasures couldn’t help but laugh in unison.

Shijin Haoting

After taking a bath and coming downstairs, Jian Luo paused when he saw the person still sitting on the couch.

“Why haven’t you left yet?”

Bai Jue, not taking his eyes off the television, answered without moving his head, “I’m staying with you for a couple of days, no need to thank me too much.”

“Dream on,” Jian Luo shot him a look and sat down opposite him, “Is everything okay at your Research Room?”

Bai Jue, “It’s all taken care of.”

“So you’re loafing around here because you’ve got nothing better to do?” Jian Luo asked teasingly.

Bai Jue turned off the TV, looked up at him, and said, “Given our friendship, do you really expect me to pay rent and utilities?”

“Of course, our friendship is worth, at most, fifty cents,” Jian Luo replied without missing a beat.

“…”

The remote in Bai Jue’s hand flew uncontrollably towards Jian Luo—damn your fifty cents.

Jian Luo raised his hand and caught it with ease, raising an eyebrow at Bai Jue, “If you want to assassinate me, I’d advise you to try when I’m asleep—that would probably be easier.”

Bai Jue was choked up with frustration, picked up his car keys, and started walking toward the outside.

Seeing this, Jian Luo felt slightly confused.

Could he really be angry?

“Hey, Bai Jue, where are you going?” Jian Luo called out.

“To buy a knife to come back and assassinate you,” Bai Jue said without looking back.

Jian Luo’s lips twitched slightly, “…”