Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 922 - 922 908 Where is she (3)

Chapter 922: 908, Where is she? (3) Chapter 922: 908, Where is she? (3) “Mom, please take care of Seventeen and the others for me, I have to go to M Country now, Little Qingqing might be in trouble,” Quan Jingwu said in a deep voice.

“Then you should hurry,” Rhee looked at his anxious figure and knew it wasn’t the time to ask questions, “I’ll take good care of Seventeen and the others, don’t worry.”

Quan Jingwu nodded and quickly walked out.

“Daddy.”

Seeing Quan Jingwu leave, Seventeen and Nineteen slid down from the bed and scampered after him on their little legs.

“Seventeen, Nineteen, be good, Daddy is going to bring Mommy back, you two wait obediently at home,” Rhee said gently, blocking their way.

“Want Mommy,” Nineteen pouted, wriggled out of Rhee’s arms and stumbled out.

“Nineteen.”

Rhee picked up Seventeen and hurriedly chased after him.

Seeing Nineteen clutching the stair railing, attempting to step down the stairs with his little short legs, she caught her breath.

“Nineteen, it’s dangerous.”

“What’s all this noise about?” Quan Mingxuan, hearing the commotion, was coming up the stairs, and seeing Nineteen climbing the stairs, he quickly ran forward to pick him up.

“My little ancestor, you’re trying to scare someone to death in the middle of the night.”

Nineteen stretched out his little hand pointing downstairs, “Daddy, want Daddy.”

“You scared me to death.” Rhee walked over as Quan Mingxuan looked at her, puzzled.

“Second Aunt, what happened?”

“Jingwu just got a phone call, it seems Little Qingqing had an accident, and he’s rushing over now,” Rhee explained.

“Jian Qing had an accident?” Quan Mingxuan was surprised.

“Daddy, Daddy, want Daddy,” Seventeen looked downstairs with big eyes and called out urgently.

As he became anxious, Nineteen became even more restless, both of the little ones making a fuss about finding Quan Jingwu.

“Alright, alright, Uncle will take you down,” Quan Mingxuan saw the moisture gathering in Nineteen’s eyes and quickly agreed.

At night, the streetlights in the old mansion were all turned on.

As Quan Mingxuan and Rhee came out with the two treasures, Quan Jingwu was about to board the plane.

“Jingwu.”

Quan Mingxuan, holding Nineteen, called out to him urgently.

Quan Jingwu stopped in his tracks, turned around, and saw the teary-eyed faces of the two treasures, his eyes darkening.

“Daddy, hug,” Nineteen reached out his hands toward him as the tears kept falling.

This time, Quan Jingwu didn’t reach out to hold him but bent down to kiss his little cheek.

“Be good at home, Daddy will be back soon with Mommy.”

Realizing Quan Jingwu wasn’t taking him, Nineteen cried even harder, struggling to leap out of Quan Mingxuan’s arms.

“Daddy.”

Quan Jingwu turned away to board the plane, with the sound of Nineteen’s crying tearing at his heart.

Quan Mingxuan soothed him while retreating backward.

In the dark of night, the plane became a tiny black dot, gradually fading from everyone’s sight.

“Daddy.”

Nineteen, gazing at the disappearing plane, turned his cherry-red little mouth downward, lying on Quan Mingxuan’s shoulder, his face red from crying, his curled lashes wet with sparkling tears, looking so pitiful.

“Nineteen, be good. Daddy has gone to bring Mommy back. Shall we go home and wait for them?”

“Don’t want to,” Nineteen sobbed.

With no other choice, Quan Mingxuan carried him back inside. The head of the family and the rest had been startled and were all gathered in the living room.

“Wah, wah, wah…”

Seventeen and Nineteen were bawling uncontrollably, and no matter who tried to soothe them, it was no use—they kept crying.

Master Quan looked at the two little treasures weeping into tearful messes, his heart ached unbearably at the sight of their glistening tears, “Didn’t Jingwu say he was going to take them with him? Why did he leave them behind?”

“It seems like something happened to Little Qingqing in M Country.” Rhee prepared two bottles of milk and walked over, handing them to Lady Quan and Weng Ya.

With Jian Qing in trouble, Jingwu had no time to think about the two little treasures.

“No, want Daddy.” Seventeen shook his little head, refusing to drink the milk; his tears had already wet Lady Quan’s clothes at the shoulder.

On the other side, Nineteen, like his sibling, refused the milk and murmured for Mommy.

“Didn’t Jian Qing say she’d be back from M Country in a few days?” Lady Quan expressed her confusion, “And she just video called us this morning, how could something suddenly come up?”

Rhee shook his head, “I’m not sure either; we can only wait for Jingwu to check the situation.”

“Seventeen, Nineteen, look, here’s a video of Daddy and Mommy.” Quan Mingxuan opened his phone and found the video of Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu’s wedding.

Seventeen and Nineteen exchanged a glance, then turned their heads away and continued to cry.

Everyone looked at each other, at a loss for how to comfort the two little treasures.

——Divider——

The sky was dark, and it had just rained, the air filled with a faint scent of wet earth.

Jian Luo and the others rushed to the Manor overnight, and on their arrival, Jian Qing was still nowhere to be seen.

“You’re saying my sister took all the letters and photographs with her?” Jian Luo asked the servant.

The servant nodded respectfully, “Miss took the letters and left after receiving a phone call.”

“What did my sister say on the call?” Jian Luo inquired.

The servant thought for a moment, then recounted Jian Qing’s words during the call, hesitantly.

“Wait, what did you say?” Jian Luo’s expression changed dramatically, cutting her off urgently.

“Repeat that last sentence again.”

The servant, startled by his serious demeanor, said with a trembling voice, “My mother has passed away, if you want to discuss any conditions with me, you should at least get to know my family situation first.”

Jian Luo’s brows furrowed deeply. It made no sense for his sister to bring up their mother— who exactly was the person on the phone with her?

Black Jack and Bai Jue exchanged a glance, a trace of gravity flashing in their eyes.

Jian Luo, “Did my sister say anything else?”

“It seems she also said… Are you the murderer who killed Zhao Xuan, or are you the mastermind behind the attempt to abduct me last time?” the servant relayed.

Upon hearing this, the oppressive atmosphere around Jian Luo grew even heavier.

He let out a breath, “All right, you may go.”

“Yes.”

Jian Luo ran a hand through his hair. If the caller was indeed the person who’d tried to abduct his sister before, the implications were terrifying.

“Have you notified Jingwu?” Bai Jue asked.

Jian Luo nodded, “He should be arriving soon.”

Black Jack, “Did you inquire at headquarters?”

“I did. Right after my sister arrived in M Country, Zhao Xuan was killed,” Jian Luo said, his expression troubled.

“Whoever is behind this must be setting us up intentionally, with Zhao Xuan being a mere pawn in their game,” Bai Jue analyzed calmly.

Zhan Mingyan listened to their conversation, her worry for Jian Qing growing.

“The Nether Army is already searching. Right now, it’s crucial to track Jian Qing’s phone,” Black Jack said.

Jian Luo hummed in response, turning his head towards the sound of footsteps from outside.

In the night, a man walked in, weary from travel; his severe features were tinted with coldness and his deep purple eyes were unfathomable, deterring direct gaze.

“Where is she?” As soon as he entered, his brooding gaze swept across the living room, searching for Jian Qing’s figure.

Seeing the frost in his eyes, Jian Luo said with unease, “My sister hasn’t come back yet.”