Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 905 - 905 891 I seem to be superfluous (2)

Chapter 905: 891, I seem to be superfluous (2) Chapter 905: 891, I seem to be superfluous (2) “Great-great-grandfather will become a star in the sky, watching over Seventeen as he grows up. Seventeen needs to be a good boy.”

When Seventeen cried, Nineteen couldn’t hold back either and began to cry on Quan Jingwu’s shoulder, his little chubby face turning bright red with tears, so pitiful and heartbreaking.

When the two little treasures cried, Jian Luo and others felt a sourness in their eyes and turned their heads away.

An Zhonghui watched the two little ones with tear-streaked faces, turned his head to look at the nearby coffin, and quietly wiped away his tears.

Father, you were right, I finally understand why you loved those two little guys so much. Don’t worry, from now on, I will cherish them just as you did.

When the funeral had completely ended and they left the graveyard, the last trace of twilight in the sky had also vanished.

Inside the car, in the backseat

Jian Qing looked at the two little treasures who had fallen asleep in her arms, then turned to look outside the window at the misty sky, where the stars were sparse.

Great-great-grandfather, is that brightest star you?

Quan Jingwu, holding the steering wheel with one hand, glanced up at the rearview mirror and saw the woman’s cool profile reflected in it; his thin lips pressed slightly together.

The car drove into the mansion and stopped in the Courtyard.

Quan Jingwu got out of the car, went around to the back seat, opened the door, and reached out to hold the two little treasures, with Jian Qing following him out of the car.

“Let’s go,” he said.

Jian Qing nodded, and they walked into the living room, where Rhee and the old Madam Quan came to greet them.

“I and your grandmother will look after Seventeen and them. I’ve asked the kitchen to prepare some food for you. You and Jingwu should eat quickly and then get some good rest,” Rhee said affectionately as he held Seventeen.

Quan Jingwu raised his hand to rub Jian Qing’s head, “Let’s go, it’s time to eat.”

“Mm,” Jian Qing looked up at him, and Quan Jingwu took her hand and led her toward the dining room.

…

The sky was a clear blue, without a single cloud.

Almost a month had passed since Mr. An’s funeral, and Jian Luo and others were gradually recovering from their sadness.

It was a bustling summer for everyone.

Quan Jingwu had gone to Y Country on a business trip four days ago, and because Nineteen had caught a cold recently, Jian Qing did not accompany him to Y Country but stayed at home to look after the two little ones.

Today was the day Quan Jingwu was coming back. Jian Qing got up early in the morning, fed the little ones breakfast, and then played with them in the living room.

“Hehe, Nineteen, can you not be so lazy? Come and walk with your brother,” Rhee said, half laughing and half crying.

On the blanket, Seventeen wobbled as he stood, excitedly stumbling toward Jian Qing, looking very much like a little penguin.

In contrast, Nineteen sat steadily on the blanket, struggling to unwrap a lollipop, a silver thread hanging from the corner of his mouth, his little gluttonous expression causing everyone to laugh.

“Nineteen, your mommy is taking Seventeen out, and she’s not taking you,” Quan Mingxuan watched Nineteen immersed in his lollipop unwrapping world, his gaze shifted, and he leisurely spoke.

To deal with the two little guys, the trump cards were Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu.

As expected, upon hearing that Jian Qing was taking Seventeen out, Nineteen’s beautiful purple eyes lit up, he dropped his favorite lollipop and turned to crawl toward Jian Qing.

“Mommy…”

Just two weeks ago, the two little ones had already started to speak, and the first person they called was Quan Jingwu. At the time, he was so happy, nearly ready to show off the two little treasures to the whole world.

Jian Qing was green with envy at that time, complaining that the little ones had no conscience. It was she who had brought them into the world with great difficulty, yet the first person they called wasn’t her, their mommy.

Jian Qing looked at the little dumpling crawling towards her with the corners of her mouth lightly lifted, “Nineteen, no crawling, stand up and walk. Otherwise, when daddy comes back, mommy and daddy will take Seventeen out and will leave you behind.”

“Nineteen!” Seventeen, leaning against Jian Qing, waved his little fists at Nineteen, his baby voice sweet and adorable, “Nineteen, come… here.”

Nineteen, with his brother complex, heard Seventeen calling him, pushed off the ground with his chubby little hands, stuck out his little bottom, and unsteadily stood up, then toddled over to Seventeen and Jian Qing.

“Mommy!”

“Pfft—”

Quan Mingxuan watched as number nineteen walked away like a little penguin, and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“What are you laughing at?” Grandmother Quan slapped his thigh playfully and scolded with a laugh.

“That’s great, mommy kiss.” Jian Qing hugged nineteen and kissed his little face, “Be good, go find Snowball with brother.”

“Nineteen, let’s go, let’s go.” Seventeen grabbed nineteen’s hand, and the two “little penguins” walked toward the direction of Snowball with shaky steps.

The two little treasures piled onto Snowball, almost crushing him with their not-so-light weight.

“Awooo—”

Beauty, this Wolf King can’t hold up.

I need a savior.

“Vroom vroom vroom—”

The sound of a sports car engine came from the doorway.

Jian Qing’s eyes curved up, her home’s King Jingwu had returned.

“Seventeen, nineteen, daddy’s back, go find daddy.”

Upon hearing the car, seventeen and nineteen got up from Snowball, with seventeen running fast and nineteen toddling behind.

“Brother!”

Wait for nineteen, wait for nineteen.

“These two lads, they only know their old man, they’ve never welcomed me like that.” Quan Mingxuan grumbled.

Outside the Courtyard, Quan Jingwu got out of the car, dragging his suitcase inside.

“Daddy!”

“Daddy, daddy!”

The warm sunlight filtered through the dense leaves, and from afar, the crisp and milky voices of the two little treasures broke through the air.

Quan Jingwu squinted his eyes to look, only to see his two precious sons running towards him with their short little legs. Beyond them, his gaze fell on the person following behind, and his thin, wine-red lips curved into a brilliant smile.

“Daddy!”

The two little treasures had run only a few steps before their delicate faces were tinged with a touch of red, hugging his legs one on each side.

“Daddy, hug.”

Nineteen, the little proud and arrogant, tilted his head up and coquettishly asked Quan Jingwu for a hug.

“Hehe!”

Quan Jingwu laughed lowly, releasing his suitcase and bending down to scoop them up in his arms, one in each hand, planting a kiss on their foreheads despite the thin sweat there.

“Have you been good at home?”

“Good.” Seventeen had just started speaking, most of the time he could only pop out one word at a time, he hugged Quan Jingwu’s neck and said in a tender voice.

“Lollipop, lollipop!” Nineteen clutched Quan Jingwu’s collar, “lollipop” was definitely the most fluent word he could say.

“You, always thinking of lollipops, a little foodie!” Quan Jingwu rubbed his forehead, the laughter in his eyes almost spilling out.

“Ahem, looks like I am superfluous here.” Jian Qing folded her arms across her chest, eyeing their affectionate father and sons, her red lips curving slightly.

Quan Jingwu put the little ones down, stepped forward, and wrapped his strong arm around her tender waist, pulling her forcefully into his embrace.

He lowered his head, his eyebrows arching playfully, “What, jealous?”

“Mm, jealous.” She smiled, her eyes crescent-shaped, her arms encircling his neck, speaking in a soft and moist tone, “Didn’t you say you brought gifts for us, where are the gifts?”

She stretched out her hand, asking for the gifts from him.