Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 868 - 868 854 Lets continue our journey (2)

Chapter 868: 854, Let’s continue our journey (2) Chapter 868: 854, Let’s continue our journey (2) Zhao Xuan, “I know, I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“I have another banquet later, so I won’t be having dinner at home.” An Chong closed his eyes and feigned sleep, missing the flash of resentment in Zhao Xuan’s eyes.

“Achong, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Hmm?” An Chong responded noncommittally.

“Aman has been in prison for quite a while now, given that we’re all family, do you think we could help get her out?” Zhao Xuan asked tentatively, carefully observing the changes in his expression.

At her words, An Chong’s eyes suddenly snapped open, and he sat up straight. He turned to look at Zhao Xuan, his gaze dark and indecipherable, “What did you just say?”

Zhao Xuan had not expected such a strong reaction from him, and her hands involuntarily clenched, “I was thinking, Aman has been in jail for so long and she has been punished. Maybe we could help her out.”

An Chong scrutinized her, speaking deliberately, “How come you’re bringing up Aman all of a sudden?”

Having shared a bed for so many years, he might not understand her completely, but he knew her well enough. The matter of Aman had been quiet for so long, and now she was bringing it up, and even suggesting helping Aman out—there must be a catch somewhere.

“It’s nothing, I just visited Aman with mom the other day, and I saw she had become so haggard. I remembered we used to get along well, so I thought, why not lend her a hand?” Zhao Xuan steadied her composure and spoke calmly.

“Zhao Xuan, are you hiding something from me?” An Chong asked directly.

“No, what could I possibly be hiding from you?” Zhao Xuan replied sheepishly, “I just feel pity for Aman. She has lost everything now, gone through a divorce, and with Xiang Cheng turning out that way… I simply can’t bear to see it, so I thought of helping her.”

Upon hearing this, An Chong still harbored doubts, “Aman offended Jian Qing. She hired someone to commit murder; such a charge isn’t casually overlooked. Don’t get any ideas, and don’t say I didn’t warn you. If Aman gets out, Jian Qing will be the first not to let her off, and you’ll end up getting involved as well.”

“But Aman truly realizes her mistakes, and she is really pitiable now,” Zhao Xuan persisted, knowing full well that she lacked the ability to get Aman out on her own.

“Enough about this matter, in short, getting Aman out is absolutely impossible,” An Chong stated emphatically.

Zhao Xuan still wanted to say something, but seeing the cool look on his face, she swallowed her words.

“I’m leaving now.” An Chong picked up his coat and stood up, heading towards the exit.

Zhao Xuan didn’t stop him, her gaze lingering on his retreating figure as she fell into deep thought.

Without An Chong’s help, freeing Aman would be even more difficult.

…

Midsummer, the sun blazes fiercely.

Having traveled abroad for over a month and left their two treasures behind, Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu had finally returned. As soon as they disembarked the plane, Jian Qing pulled Quan Jingwu and rushed without stopping back to the old mansion.

No sooner had the car stopped than Jian Qing pushed open the door and dashed out, her speed so fast that the passing servants seemed to see only a blur.

“Dear treasure, slow down!”

Quan Jingwu, trailing with the luggage, called out gently in admonishment.

Before even stepping into the living room, Jian Qing heard the soft, adorable laughter of the two little treasures.

Her lips curved, and she quickened her pace to enter.

“Little Qingqing!” Rhee came out of the kitchen holding Dim Sum, catching a glimpse of the figure at the door and expressing surprise.

Granny Quan and the others had been playing with the two little treasures. Hearing Rhee’s exclamation, they all turned in unison to look at the doorway, where Quan Jingwu walked in behind Jian Qing, dragging the suitcase behind him.

“Little Qingqing, didn’t you say you wouldn’t be back until the day after tomorrow?” Rhee came over and asked with a smile.

“I missed the two little ones.” Saying so, Jian Qing’s gaze inevitably swept towards the two babies sitting on the blanket.

When they had gone for their honeymoon, the two babies were just over six months old. After more than a month, the babies could now sit quite steadily on their own, and their appearance had changed a lot—they had grown somewhat, looking more like intricately carved lovely dolls, which made them look even cuter.

As she watched the two babies, Seventeen and Nineteen also looked over, the mother and her two babies gazing at each other, creating an atmosphere that inexplicably made one want to laugh.

Seventeen and Nineteen lifted their exquisite little faces and stared blankly at her. Jian Qing squatted down and stretched out her hands toward the two babies.

“Seventeen, Nineteen, come to Mommy here.”

Previously, when they video called with the family, she was surprised and somewhat regretful to see that the babies had learned to crawl. She regretted not being able to witness in person that moment they started to crawl at home.

Quan Jingwu put the luggage aside and squatted next to Jian Qing, extending a sturdy arm, waiting for the two babies to come over.

Seeing the two babies not moving, Quan Jingwu playfully threatened, “Seventeen, Nineteen, if you don’t come over, Daddy and Mommy are going to leave.”

“Haha, Jingwu, you’re being a bit too mean. You just got back after such a long time and you’re already scaring Seventeen and Nineteen. You have no awareness of being a Daddy,” Quan Mingxuan teased.

“Seventeen, Nineteen, that’s Daddy and Mommy, quick, go over there,” Rhee touched the babies’ heads, looking at them with eyes full of affection.

Seventeen and Nineteen sat steadily, their delicate eyes fixated directly on Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu, not moving their little bottoms at all.

Jian Qing watched the two babies, her red lips slightly pursed.

Had they not seen them for so long they had forgotten her and Xiaojing?

Considering this possibility, Jian Qing couldn’t accept it.

Quan Jingwu glanced at the two babies, his eyebrows slightly raised and his thin lips curving into a mischievous arc. He pulled Jian Qing up, embraced her, and turned to walk toward the door.

“Darling babies, it seems we should just continue our trip,” he said.

Jian Qing gave him a sideways glance, immediately understanding his intent, her mouth suppressing a laugh.

Rhee and the others quietly watched the two babies, all prepared to enjoy the show.

The next second, the two babies suddenly moved, rapidly crawling toward Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu, their little faces flushed with the effort.

“Hahaha!”

Quan Mingxuan and the others laughed at the babies’ actions.

Jian Qing had stopped in her tracks the moment the two babies started crawling towards them, turning around to see the two swiftly approaching, her red lips curling slightly.

She turned and looked at Quan Jingwu, their eyes meeting with a smile. They both bent down, each picking up one baby. The long-missed hugs brought bright smiles to the babies’ chubby cheeks; their moist little mouths opened, revealing tiny teeth like grains of rice.

“Tickle tickle tickle…”

“Nineteen, Mommy missed you so much.” Jian Qing held Nineteen and kissed his little face fiercely, her eyes warm with laughter.

“Tickle tickle tickle!” Receiving his own Mommy’s kisses, Nineteen’s smile became even more dazzling, his chunky little hands hugging her neck, pressing his face close to her, leaving a wet kiss on her cheek.

“My Nineteen, oh!” With the little one’s saliva on her face, Jian Qing didn’t mind; she squinted with laughter, hugging Nineteen and lifting him high.