Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 875 - 875 861 Awake (3)

Chapter 875: 861, Awake (3) Chapter 875: 861, Awake (3) “Mrs. An, are you alright?” the doctor asked cautiously.

“Not a word of this to anyone. If I find out who leaked this, I will never forgive you,” Zhao Xuan warned them fiercely.

“Of course, we naturally wouldn’t casually talk about this kind of thing, please rest assured, Mrs. An,” the doctor hastily assured.

“Get out, get out, all of you get out,” Zhao Xuan said impatiently.

The doctors immediately scurried off, not daring to stay a moment longer.

After a moment, Zhao Xuan took out her mobile phone and dialed a number, “Send someone over.”

Having said that, she hung up the phone and punched the wall with her fist.

Now that Xiang Cheng was dead, she had to take care of An Man sooner. With the old master poisoned, Jian Qing might start suspecting her. She had to be prepared.

An Man, you forced me into this, you brought this upon yourself.

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In the silent ward, the atmosphere was heavy.

Jian Qing sat by the bed, her gaze resting on the An family patriarch’s emaciated and gray face, and she couldn’t help but recall the times he had sneakily taken her out for snacks.

In the blink of an eye, he had grown so old, and he might leave them at any moment.

“Sis, great-grandpa is awake,” Jian Luo, with sharp eyes, noticed the old patriarch’s eyelids twitch and his eyes lit up with joy.

Jian Qing came back to her senses and looked over quickly. The old patriarch slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Jian Qing and the others, he curled his lips into a smile.

He struggled to lift his hand, and Jian Qing hurriedly held it. His voice was hoarse as he called, “Qing, my child!”

Zhou Qi and the others, who had come running over, saw that the old patriarch’s eyes were only for Jian Qing and the others, and their expressions changed abruptly, filled with dissatisfaction.

“Great-grandpa, how are you feeling?” Jian Qing asked gently.

“I’m not in great danger, don’t worry,” he said, then coughed lightly before raising his eyes to look at Mo Xie, his lips trembling, “You rascal, you’ve come back too.”

Mo Xie held his other hand, showing a rare smile, “Grandpa, I came back to play chess with you.”

“I won’t play with you. You always beat me soundly without any mercy. You don’t know how to respect the elder. I prefer playing chess with Qing,” the old patriarch said affectionately, his eyes filled with gentle love as he smiled.

“Great-grandpa, we won’t play chess with dad, we’ll play ourselves. You have to get well soon,” Jian Qing said, her eyes misting over slightly as she looked at his dull complexion and the white at his temples.

The old patriarch nodded, but after a few words, he felt tired again.

“Great-grandpa, do you feel unwell anywhere else?” An Yu, not willing to let Jian Qing steal all the old patriarch’s attention, asked with a sense of presence.

The old patriarch lifted his eyelids, glanced at them, and shook his head with an impartial temperature, a stark difference from his attitude towards Mo Xie and others.

An Yu’s hopes were dashed, and as she cast a glance at Jian Qing, her jealousy grew.

At that moment, Quan Jingwu arrived with the two little treasures.

Before even entering the ward, the crisp laughter of the two little treasures filtered in.

“Giggle, giggle…”

Zhou Qi and the others were startled and turned to look at the doorway. Quan Jingwu entered, carrying the two little ones, and the stunning good looks of the father and sons immediately captured the An family’s attention.

For Zhou Qi and the others, it was their first official sight of the two little treasures, having only seen them in pictures before.

“Seventeen, Nineteen!” The old patriarch lifted his face with excited laughter when he saw the two little ones, looking eagerly at them.

Quan Jingwu ambled over, holding the two little treasures. During this time, the old patriarch’s gaze never left them, his calloused hands lifting, wanting to hold them.

Quan Jingwu bent over to place the two little ones beside the bed, making them within reach of the old patriarch.

“Seventeen, Nineteen, do you remember me?” The old patriarch hooked Seventeen’s little hand, smiling so hard that the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes bundled up.

Seventeen and Nineteen, with their delicate eyes, curiously gazed at the old patriarch as if recognizing him, their chubby hands gripping his in return.

Then, the two little treasures revealed their soft, cute smiles, melting the old patriarch’s heart.

The bed was large enough for two or three adults to lie down. Nineteen quickly crawled up beside the old man, laid his little head on his body, tilted his head to look at him, and his clever antics made the old patriarch laugh heartily.

“Ya ya…” Nineteen extended his chubby little hand to pat the old patriarch’s sunken cheek, his rosy little mouth babbling non-stop as if trying to communicate with him.

Seeing her son’s adorable behavior, Jian Qing chuckled softly, “Great-grandpa, Nineteen wants you to get well soon; he’s waiting for you to play with him.”

The old patriarch’s eyes crinkled with a smile, his rough hand touching Nineteen’s little head, full of affection.

“My Nineteen, so clever!”

Nineteen watched the old patriarch for a while before crawling a little closer, then lowered his head to plant a kiss on his pale cheek.

With a loud “Mwah,” the kiss resounded.

After kissing the old patriarch, the little fellow himself was overjoyed, giggling at the old man.

The first time being kissed by the little fellow, the old patriarch was stunned for a moment, but then he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Hahaha!”

Seeing the old patriarch laugh so heartily, the An family looked at the two little ones seated on the bed, each with their own thoughts.

An Yu, watching Nineteen, who was a spitting image of Jian Qing, couldn’t help but scornfully think, indeed, like Jian Qing’s child, just as annoying.