Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 904 - 904 890 He is someone who really cares about you (1)

Chapter 904: 890, He is someone who really cares about you (1) Chapter 904: 890, He is someone who really cares about you (1) Quan Jingwu crouched down and wrapped his arms around her, whispering in her ear, “My treasure, you still have me!”

“Xiaojing!”

She turned and buried herself in his embrace, hiding her tears.

An Zhonghui and his party knelt by the bed, their sobs intermingling in the room and echoing throughout.

For a moment, the room was shrouded in gloom.

Busy with the funeral affairs of Old Master An until the evening, it wasn’t until then that Quan Jingwu’s family of four returned home. They handed their two little treasures over to Rhee and Grandma Quan, while Quan Jingwu escorted Jian Qing back to their room to rest first.

“Ah, such a good person gone just like that,” Grandma Quan sighed lightly, feeling somewhat regretful.

Weng Ya nodded and exclaimed, “That Zhao Xuan really did great harm, her viper-like nature is truly chilling.”

If it weren’t for Zhao Xuan poisoning Old Master An, he probably could have lived a few more years and not have left this world so soon.

“How is Qing girl doing?” The Old Master Quan looked towards Rhee, his expression somewhat grave.

“Old Master An just passed away, her mood certainly is not good. When she came back just now, she looked utterly drained, but Jingwu has accompanied her to the room to rest,” Rhee said warmly, cradling Seventeen in her arms.

“With Uncle An gone, the news will probably spread by tomorrow,” Old Master Quan stroked his beard and mused, “Beijing is about to be turbulent once again.”

One could say Old Master An was like a “pillar of the sea” for the An Family. With him gone, the situation in Beijing might start to change; with the old master’s fall, the most likely to consolidate its foundation upon the An Family’s legacy would be the Chu Family.

Upon hearing this, the others couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.

The soft lighting refracted stunning colors, sprinkling them into every corner of the room.

On the comfortable couch, the woman sat with her knees hugged to her chest. She bowed her head, her eyes reflecting the exquisitely wrapped box of chocolates.

Quan Jingwu pushed open the door and entered, carrying a glass of milk in his hand, his gaze falling on the woman’s slender figure. His brows furrowed slightly.

He closed the door and walked towards her.

Hearing the footsteps behind her, Jian Qing remained calm and motionless.

Quan Jingwu set down the milk, his strong arms reached around from behind her, pulling her into his embrace, “My treasure, you haven’t eaten all day, have some milk, hmm?”

Jian Qing shook her head, reached out to grab the box of chocolates, and finally spoke, “When we were younger, my mother wouldn’t let Luoluo and me eat too much ice cream and snacks, but every time Great Grandfather came, he would always secretly buy it for us. At Christmas, our birthdays, and during New Year, he would always prepare gifts for us. He told me he’d watch Seventeen and Nineteen grow up; how could he go back on his word, how can he…”

Towards the end, her eyes welled up with tears. The tears she’d held back all day fell like pearls off a broken string.

The cool, crystal drops fell on his hand, scorching his heart. Quan Jingwu stepped in front of her, stretched out his hand, and pressed her into his embrace.

“Xiaojing, he didn’t keep his word, he didn’t keep his word…” Jian Qing buried herself in his chest, dropping the facade of strength she presented to the world, revealing her rarely seen vulnerability only in front of him.

He had promised her; how could he not fulfill his promise, how could he.

Quan Jingwu raised his hand to stroke her black hair, a trace of heartache flashing across his stern brows, “My treasure, I’m here, and I’ll always be by your side, forever.”

His deep and low voice comforted her softly.

Jian Qing clutched at his lapel, her tears flowing freely.

The long night stretched ahead, destined to be sleepless.

Sure enough, the news of Old Master An’s death spread throughout Beijing the next day—the front pages of television, online, and newspapers all featured the story. The entire city was swept up in the news, and behind the scenes, those discontent with the An Family clicked their tongues in calculation.

With Old Master An’s death, the An Family’s status in Beijing was in jeopardy. Although supported by An Zhonghui and An Chong, it was not the same as when Old Master An was alive. The Chu Family had been on par with the An Family these years. Now without Old Master An, the Chu Family might take this opportunity to surpass the An Family, and other aristocratic families in Beijing might also take the chance to realign their alliances.

As people were planning to watch the situation unfold from a distance, Mo Xiao’s appearance made those who were considering supporting the Chu Family hesitate. Although Mo Xiao had not been much visible in Beijing in recent years, everyone had a sense of who he truly was. Moreover, his daughter was the CEO of Jian Group, and his son was the famous “March.” His children were his biggest assets. Additionally, his son-in-law was Quan Jingwu. These three powerful figures were enough to deter many.

But then again, the news of Jian Qing and her brother’s estrangement with the An Family had long been no secret. Whether they would stand with the An Family was uncertain, causing those trying to choose sides to hesitate, fearing they might offend either party.

Old Master An’s funeral drew almost all of China’s elite and noble families. Jian Qing and her party arrived early in the morning, and the two young children were brought as well.

Dressed in identical white garments, the two youngsters immediately captured everyone’s attention as they made their entrance.

“Seventeen, Nineteen, remember your great-grandfather’s face, he was someone who loved you very much.” Jian Qing stroked Seventeen’s little head, her eyes falling on the peaceful visage of the old man in the coffin, her eyes stinging slightly.

“Yiya… Awoo…” Seventeen and Nineteen stretched out their little hands, clinging to the edge of the coffin, their clear eyes full of confusion as they gazed at the old man lying inside.

In their young minds, they did not understand that Old Master An had already left them. They thought the old man was just sleeping.

Seeing that Old Master An did not respond to them for a long time, Seventeen turned his head to look at Jian Qing, his red lips turning downwards, his expression carrying a touch of silent grievance.

“Seventeen, be good,” Jian Qing gently said, grasping his little hand, “Great-grandfather is very tired, let him rest well!”

Seventeen nodded his little head, seemingly understanding, as Jian Qing handed him over to Quan Jingwu. She then reached out and held Old Master An’s withered hand, the cold touch pained her heart.

“Big sister, it’s time to burn the incense,” Jian Luo said, pressing on her shoulder with a hoarse voice.

“Mm.”

After Jian Qing and her party, along with the An family members, had offered incense, the Quan family also came forward to do so, followed by the other guests.

As the coffin was sealed in the afternoon, the atmosphere became even heavier. Jian Qing held Seventeen, unable to bear watching she turned her head away, and Quan Jingwu glanced at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Seventeen watched the coffin being sealed, his dark gold-flecked eyes instantly misted, his chubby little hand reaching towards Old Master An, waving frantically as if not wanting the coffin sealed.

Although they had only spent a short time together, it did not prevent the two little ones from feeling affection for the old man. Despite their young age, they were very clear about who was truly good to them.

“Wah, wah, wah…”

“Seventeen, don’t cry, okay?” Jian Qing saw the little guy crying, grasped his waving hand, and soothed him in a gentle voice.