Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 900 - 900 886 So well-behaved (3)

Chapter 900: 886, So well-behaved (3) Chapter 900: 886, So well-behaved (3) Jian Qing’s eyes lifted slightly, Bai Jue really was…

The two of them walked into the living room, and as soon as the two little treasures saw them return, their small arms and legs scrambled toward them.

Quan Jingwu scooped one into each arm, and both little treasures attacked his face with wet kisses from either side.

“Mwah—”

The loud sound made everyone erupt with laughter.

“It seems Seventeen and Nineteen only love Daddy; they don’t love Mommy anymore,” Jian Qing said deliberately, watching the affectionate scene between father and sons.

Nineteen, the clever one, reacted the quickest, immediately reaching out his small hands for Jian Qing to hold him. In his excitement, the drool hanging from the corner of his mouth streamed down.

“Yayaya…”

Jian Qing listened to his babbling and chuckled softly, reaching out to hold him. Nineteen pouted his small lips, about to press them against Jian Qing’s lips.

Jian Qing, looking at her darling son’s pouted soft and adorable appearance, couldn’t help but burst out laughing, while Quan Jingwu curved his lips slightly and directly blocked his little mouth with his large hand.

“Nineteen!”

The cheeky kid, daring to kiss his wife, must be itchy for trouble.

Nineteen looked at Quan Jingwu with an innocent face, his bright eyes carrying a hint of grievance.

Why won’t you let Nineteen kiss Mommy?

“Here, Nineteen, Mommy will kiss you,” Jian Qing said with a mock scolding look, glancing at Quan Jingwu. She stroked Nineteen’s small face and kissed his cheek.

“Gigglegiggle!” Delighted by his own Mommy’s kiss, Nineteen clutched his little hands in joy, his milk teeth endearingly cute.

“Great-grandfather, Dad!” Jian Qing sat down next to Old Master An, holding Nineteen and noticed his still pale face, the smile at the corner of her mouth gradually fading away.

“Great-grandfather, how do you feel today, any better?”

Old Master An waved his hand, showing a kind smile, “Don’t worry, I’m fine. With all of you keeping me company, I’m doing very well.”

“Master, someone from the mansion is here,” Uncle Qiu put away his phone and came over to say.

“I know, I told Zhonghui to come over. You go bring him in,” Old Master An said, stroking his beard.

Uncle Qiu nodded respectfully and then left.

“Xiaojing, I’m going upstairs to check on Bai Jue,” Jian Qing said to Xie as she passed Nineteen to him.

“Mhm.”

“Dad, can you watch the little ones for a bit? I’ll go make them something to eat,” Quan Jingwu said as he placed Seventeen on the blanket on the floor for the little ones to play together.

Xie nodded, “Go on, I’ve got this.”

It wasn’t long before Uncle Qiu came back with An Zhonghui.

Truth be told, this was An Zhonghui’s first visit here.

As soon as he stepped into the living room and saw the toys scattered around, An Zhonghui paused for a moment, then his gaze was immediately captured by the two little ones by Xie’s side.

Looking at the two little treasures’ carved-ivory faces, the severity on his face softened a little.

“Dad!” He took his eyes off them and looked at Old Master An, walking briskly to his side, “Dad, how have you been feeling these past few days, any better?”

“Same as always, take a seat,” Old Master An said indifferently.

“Dad.” Xie called out coolly.

An Zhonghui hummed in acknowledgement, his gaze involuntarily drifting back to Seventeen and Nineteen.

Had it not been for those incidents, these children would also be calling him great-grandfather, and he’d be able to hold them in his arms.

All of it seemed to be fate’s cruel play.

Noticing his gaze fixed on the two little treasures, a smile flickered in Grandpa An’s eyes. “Ahui, what do you think about Seventeen and Nineteen?”

“They are very cute and very smart,” An Zhonghui blurted out, and after he finished speaking, a touch of embarrassment appeared on his face.

“Seventeen, come here,” Grandpa An called out, picking up a toy car to catch Seventeen’s attention.

Seventeen, who had been playing happily with Nineteen, heard Grandpa An call for him, dropped the toy in his hand, and toddled towards Grandpa An with his little bottom sticking up.

“Oh my, my Seventeen is so smart!” Grandpa An stretched out his arms to pick him up, finding Seventeen’s not-so-light weight somewhat difficult to lift.

Seventeen clutched the toy car and sat quietly on his lap, giving An Zhonghui a glance with his dark eyes before lowering his head to play with his toy car again.

An Zhonghui, looking at Seventeen’s chubby little face, found wrinkles forming unknowingly at the corners of his eyes, and his usually stern expression collapsed in an instant.

“Ahui, look, isn’t he just adorable?” Grandpa An said, holding onto Seventeen’s little chubby hand with a hint of pride in his voice.

“Mm,” An Zhonghui watched Seventeen, wanting to hold him but not knowing how to speak up because of his pride.

“Ahui, if you hadn’t been so preoccupied with Zhou Qi and the others, by now they should be calling you Great Grandpa, not treating you like a stranger whenever they see you,” Grandpa An sighed after noticing his fondness for Seventeen and spoke.

Hearing this, An Zhonghui lowered his head.

“Ahui, you have to personally correct and make amends for the mistakes you’ve made. Isn’t it uncomfortable living in that cold, lifeless mansion?” said Grandpa An.

“Dad, I understand,” An Zhonghui said with a hoarse voice.

He had thought about making it up to Jian Qing and the others, but every time Jian Qing and the others saw him, they simply ignored him, leaving him clueless about how to begin making amends.

“Do you want to hold the little guy?” Grandpa An asked, smiling with satisfaction.

An Zhonghui looked up abruptly, his tongue almost tying itself. “Can I?”

That girl, Jian Qing, probably hated him to death; how could she be willing to let him hold her child?

“Jian Qing is upstairs. She won’t be coming down for a while, so I can let you hold him in secret,” Grandpa An whispered after glancing upstairs.

Mo Xiao watched Grandpa An’s childish behavior with a slight curve of his thin lips.

“Seventeen, let this elderly gentleman hold you for a bit, okay?” Grandpa An said, negotiating gently with Seventeen.

An Zhonghui fell silent.

Elderly gentleman?

Dad, can I ever be as old as you?

Seventeen glanced at An Zhonghui and tilted his little head as if considering.

Gazing into his dark eyes, An Zhonghui couldn’t help but feel nervous. A man who had held high status for so many years was actually nervous in front of a baby.

The realization was, to him, inconceivable.

“If you don’t hold him now, Jian Qing will be down soon, and you may never get this chance again,” Grandpa An said slowly.

Upon hearing this, An Zhonghui hesitated no longer and immediately reached out his hand.

“Take it easy like this,” Grandpa An said as he placed Seventeen in his arms, helping him adjust his hold.

Having not held a child for many years, An Zhonghui appeared somewhat clumsy, holding Seventeen rather stiffly.

He looked down at Seventeen in his arms, and the smile that appeared on his face seemed a bit foolish but sincere.

“Dad, he hasn’t cried and is willing to be held by me,” he said excitedly, his eyes brimming with surprise.

“Both of the little guys have always been good, not crying or fussing. They’re so much like Jian Qing when she was little,” said Grandpa An, his head held high with pride.

While Mo Xiao played with Nineteen, he caught a glimpse of An Zhonghui holding Seventeen out of the corner of his eye and his gaze flickered slightly, but he said nothing.