Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 901 - 901 887 What a Home Should Look Like (1)

Chapter 901: 887, What a Home Should Look Like (1) Chapter 901: 887, What a Home Should Look Like (1) Uncle Qiu stood at the staircase entrance, hearing footsteps, he quickly looked over to Old Master An.

“Master.”

Old Master An caught his glance and took Seventeen back from An Zhonghui’s arms, “Alright, a quick hug is enough.”

“Eh, Dad, I haven’t hugged enough yet…” An Zhonghui showed a look of urgency, unwilling to let go of the chubby and well-behaved Seventeen.

“Great Grandpa!”

A cool voice rang out, and An Zhonghui’s words were abruptly cut off.

He gracefully retracted his hands, and a slight embarrassment surfaced in his eyes.

“Dad, where’s Xiaojing?” Jian Qing glanced briefly at An Zhonghui, then shifted her gaze to Nineteen, who was clutching the hem of her pants.

“He’s in the kitchen preparing something to eat for Nineteen and the others,” Mo Xiao said.

Jian Qing raised an eyebrow, bent down to pick up Nineteen, and walked toward the kitchen, “Nineteen, let’s go see what Daddy is cooking up for you.”

“You’ve seen it too, Qing girl’s rejection of you isn’t as strong as before. You need to show some sincerity, but if you don’t want Qing girl and Luo to acknowledge you as their grandfather, that’s up to you,” Old Master An said in a hoarse voice as he teased Seventeen.

“Dad, you’re just trying to make me feel bad,” An Zhonghui muttered.

How could he not want Jian Qing and her brother to recognize him as their grandfather? Azhe was the child he cherished the most. He couldn’t dislike his child’s children. It was just that the events of the past had created a chasm that was hard to cross between them. Even if he wanted to reconcile, Jian Qing and her brother had to give him that chance.

“You go back and tell Zhou Qi not to always look at Qing girl and the others with disdain. If she doesn’t like them, then she should stay away from them,” Old Master An lifted his head, his turbid eyes subtly gleaming.

An Zhonghui understood the underlying message; his father was afraid that if Zhou Qi and the others really irritated Jian Qing, nobody could protect them when the time came.

“Dad, I understand.”

“Alright, you should head back early too.”

An Zhonghui stood up, and Seventeen looked up at him, his jelly-like mouth breaking into a smile, revealing his tiny white milk teeth.

Then, with his chubby hand, he handed over his toy car to An Zhonghui, catching him completely off guard.

Old Master An chuckled softly, then looking at An Zhonghui, he said impatiently, “What are you dawdling for? Take it if Seventeen is giving it to you.”

“Oh, oh.” An Zhonghui hurriedly took the toy car, the smile that bloomed across his face was somewhat silly.

“Seventeen, we’ll see each other next time.” He tried his best to soften his voice, hoping to leave Seventeen with a good impression.

Seventeen waved his little hand, his face beaming with a smile.

Outside the door, the family driver was waiting.

An Zhonghui looked at the toy car in his hand, a hearty laugh involuntarily escaped him.

He seemed to understand a bit why his father liked those two little ones so much and why he favored Jian Qing and her brother.

Because here there were no schemes, no quarrels, only that warm, unforgettable coziness and the sound of laughter and cheer.

Perhaps, this was what a home should really be like!

He got into the car, closed the door, “Let’s go!”

“Yes.”

The driver started the car and drove out of Shijin Haoting.

…

The midday sun was so oppressively hot it made it hard to breathe.

“Xiaoqing, what’s wrong with Mingyan sister, she’s not eating lunch,” Xiaoling whispered as she trimmed a bouquet of flowers, stealing a glance toward the couch.

Xiaoqing shook her head, “I’m not sure, but something must’ve happened, or why would we have only opened the shop just a while ago?”

Xiaoling sighed softly, picked up the pruned bouquet, then turned around and her gaze suddenly locked onto a figure standing outside the door. She nudged Xiaoqing with her hand, “Hey, do you see that person? He’s been acting strange, pacing around our storefront for almost an hour.”

“Who?” Xiaoqing followed her gaze, and under the scorching sun, the man was bending down, looking like he was searching for something. He was fully covered with a hat and a mask— a sight that to outsiders would instantly seem suspicious and up to no good.

“Could he be a thief, scoping out our shop for an easy hit?”

Xiaoling frowned, her sharp eyes recognizing the expensive brand on the man’s attire, “I don’t think so, have you ever seen a thief decked out in head-to-toe March brand clothes, even his hat has the March logo.”

“Maybe they’re high-quality fakes,” suggested Xiaoqing.

Xiaoling burst into laughter, “Have you ever heard of anyone daring to counterfeit March’s clothing line?”

Xiaoqing scratched her head, still confused, “That’s true, but he does seem really suspicious, standing under such strong sunlight with a mask and hat, and has been loitering at our shop’s entrance for an hour already, doesn’t he fear getting heatstroke?”

“It’s fine, I’ll mention it to Mingyan,” said Xiaoling, setting down the bouquet and walking towards Zhan Mingyan.

Backlit, Zhan Mingyan sat cross-legged on the sofa, staring at a necklace in her hands, seemingly lost in thought as the man’s baritone, raspy voice still lingered in her ears.

“If you don’t marry me, I’ll stay single for the rest of my life.”

“Whenever you’re ready to forgive me, this ring will be waiting for you.”

“Mingyan, Mingyan!”

Zhan Mingyan snapped back to reality and looked at Xiaoling, “What’s up?”

“Mingyan, I’ve been calling your name for a while, but you didn’t respond. Is everything okay?” Xiaoling asked with concern.

Zhan Mingyan gave a small laugh, “I’m fine.”

Xiaoling, remembering the important matter, said, “Right, Mingyan, there’s been a person pacing back and forth in front of our shop for nearly an hour without leaving, and he’s even wearing a mask and hat. It’s so strange.”

Zhan Mingyan expressed surprise, “Where, let me take a look.”

“Right at the entrance.”

Putting on her shoes, Zhan Mingyan walked towards the entrance.

Upon opening the door and leaving the air-conditioned room, a wave of heat hit her.

Zhan Mingyan squinted her eyes and looked towards the man squatting in the shade of a tree nearby.

Why did that silhouette look so familiar?

Her brow furrowed slightly, and she quietly walked over.

Under the shade of the tree, Jian Luo was drenched in sweat, flipping through fallen leaves, “That idiot Bai Jue, where on earth did he drop the necklace, such a moron.”

It felt like he was about to get heatstroke.

“Who are you?”

A crisp voice, tinged with a hint of wariness.

Jian Luo recognized the voice of the person approaching, and the corners of his mouth, hidden under the mask, slightly lifted.

He clapped his hands, stood up, then turned around, “Mingyan, it’s me.”

“Jian Luo?”

Zhan Mingyan looked at the person fully equipped in front of her, her eyes showing unmistakable surprise.

Jian Luo lifted his hand to take off the hat and mask, and smirked, “It’s me.”

“What are you doing here?” Zhan Mingyan eyed the beads of sweat on his forehead and the faint redness on the exposed part of his arm.

“I heard from the clerk that someone had been pacing in front of our shop for an hour; turns out it was you. What are you doing?”

Jian Luo, “I heard Bai Jue say he threw away the necklace, I came to help him look for it.”