Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 932 - 932 918 where is this place (5)

Chapter 932: 918, where is this place (5) Chapter 932: 918, where is this place (5) “A’er, I’ve run out of options,” Shen Yan said indifferently.

“Second Young Master, please think of another way. You and the Eldest Young Master are already at odds, if you really interfere with the trade in F Country, I’m afraid he will never forgive you,” A’er advised.

Shen Yan chuckled, his eyes tinged with mockery, “Since I dared to do it, how can I be afraid of him not forgiving me?”

Upon hearing this, A’er fell silent.

“A’er, check the progress of the trade in F Country,” commanded Shen Yan.

Seeing his resolute expression, A’er reluctantly nodded, “Yes.”

Shen Yan turned his gaze back to the person on the bed, his eyes filled with concern.

Jian Qing, from now on, it’s up to you to pull through. Please wake up soon!

For over three months, Quan Jingwu rarely went to the office; he spent his time at home with the two little treasures or chasing any slight clue about Shen Yan, immediately rushing to another country without rest.

But the result was always the same, returning each time in disappointment.

That day, like usual, Quan Jingwu stayed at home with the two little treasures.

After breakfast, the two little treasures sat on the blanket playing with their toys while Quan Jingwu kept them company.

In over three months, no one had seen Quan Jingwu smile; even the forced smile when faced with the two little treasures was heart-wrenchingly pitiful.

“Azhe, what are you doing here?” Rhee was slightly surprised to see Mo Xiao walk in from outside.

“Came to see Seventeen and them.”

Mo Xiao greeted her and placed the cake he had bought on the table; then, he turned to the two little treasures, “Seventeen, Nineteen, come here, Grandpa wants to hug you.”

Quan Jingwu, “Dad.”

Seeing Mo Xiao, the two little treasures quickly ran towards him.

“Grandpa.”

The little charm expert Nineteen threw himself into his arms, his baby voice cooing.

“My little darlings, let’s see what Grandpa has brought you to eat,” Mo Xiao said, lifting him and reaching for the cake on the table.

“Cake.” Nineteen’s little eyes sparkled at the sight of the cake on the table.

“Come, Grandpa will cut it for you.”

After putting Nineteen down, Mo Xiao unwrapped the cake and cut two small pieces for the two little treasures.

“Come on, Seventeen, Grandma will feed you.”

Rhee took up a small fork to help, but Seventeen suddenly grabbed a piece of chocolate from the cake and ran towards Quan Jingwu.

“Daddy.”

Quan Jingwu lifted him into his arms and gently scraped his nose, “What is it, hmm?”

“For Mommy, for Mommy.”

Seventeen held up the piece of chocolate in his hand, his smile so broad it eclipsed his eyes.

Mommy loved chocolate the most, Seventeen wanted to save it for Mommy.

Quan Jingwu’s eyes tightened subtly, he hummed almost imperceptibly, wrapped the chocolate in a tissue, and then wiped his little hands.

“Seventeen is the best.”

Receiving his praise, Seventeen laughed even more joyfully.

Mo Xiao watched Nineteen’s little face, the smile on his face gradually fading away.

Qingqing, it’s been over three months, why haven’t you come back yet?

“Azhe, did you come back alone?” noticing the atmosphere becoming heavier, Rhee changed the subject.

“Yes, Qingqing’s grandpa has been unwell these past few days, I’m planning to return to M Country to stay for a while, I have a flight back tonight,” said Mo Xiao.

Ever since the news of Jian Qing’s disappearance reached the old master of the Jian Family, he fell ill, and his health has remained somewhat frail. Jian Luo and Black Jack often stayed at the Manor to accompany him.

Rhee said, “Why not bring the old master to Beijing, that way he could see Seventeen and the others more often.”

“He’s worried about Qingqing, and Luoluo is there at the Manor keeping him company, so he should feel a bit better,” Mo Xiao’s voice became heavier.

The Jian Family’s headquarters are in M Country. The old man wanted to receive any news about Jian Qing the moment it came, which is why he refused to leave M Country, fearing that Jian Luo and the others would keep him in the dark, worried about his health.

Rhee, upon hearing this, glanced towards Quan Jingwu and saw him feeding Seventeen cake. The boulder in her heart still couldn’t fall.

After having lunch at the mansion, Mo Xiao chatted with Quan Jingwu for a bit and then left.

…

A new day began, the first rays of dawn crawled up the windowsill, gradually illuminating the dim room.

“Hiss—”

A groan of pain escaped, breaking the silence of the room.

On the large bed, the woman struggled to raise her hand, rubbing her forehead; her tightly shut eyes opened, revealing dark pupils as lustrous as obsidian.

Staring at the white ceiling, she slightly furrowed her brows.

Where was she?

Feeling the restraint on her foot, she lowered her gaze and saw one foot still encased in plaster.

She propped herself up on the bed with one hand, sitting up with some effort, and her gaze met with the IV line in her hand, which she directly pulled out.

A faint medicinal scent permeated the air, and she got out of bed, lifting the covers.

Having slept for too long, her legs were a bit weak; she stumbled and steadied herself against the bed to prevent a fall.

She sat back down at the edge of the bed and gently shook her head.

“You, you’re awake?”

The doctor’s surprised voice echoed from the doorway.

Jian Qing turned her head to look, her eyebrows tightly knit.

The doctor hurried in, his face showing a bit of shock.

“How can you be up? Lie down quickly; your injuries haven’t healed yet.”

Jian Qing’s cold gaze swept over, and the doctor immediately fell silent.

“Where is this?”

“This, please lie down first. Your foot is almost healed; I can help you remove the plaster soon,” the doctor tried to change the subject, recalling what A’er had said.

“Help me take it off now,” Jian Qing said with an icy voice.

“Just wait a moment, let me get another doctor to do a checkup for you first, and then we’ll remove the plaster.”

Having said that, and without waiting for Jian Qing to respond, the doctor hurried out.

Jian Qing watched the doctor’s flustered retreat, her gaze withdrew, she looked at the plaster on her foot and bent down to take it off herself.

By the time the doctor came back, seeing the plaster that had been removed on the floor, his mouth twitched.

Jian Qing poured herself a glass of water to drink, her pale eyes sweeping over the doctors who had rushed in, “Is there something?”

The doctors nodded, then shook their heads.

Jian Qing put down the water glass, swung her hands, moved her limbs a bit, then sat down on the sofa, casually resting one hand on her knee, her formidable presence making the doctors too nervous to even breathe.

“Where is this, who sent you?”

Her voice, cold and clear, caused the doctors to start with fear.

“Miss, you’ve just woken up, maybe let us check on you first?” the lead doctor said with a softened voice.

Jian Qing commanded forcefully, “Answer my question first.”

“This…,” the doctors, cautioned by A’er’s instructions, dare not speak carelessly for fear of trouble.

Seeing the doctors’ difficulty, Jian Qing’s gaze deepened, “No matter if you don’t speak, just lend me a phone to use.”

“This, sorry, we don’t have mobile phones,” the doctor hesitated for a while and said weakly.

She wasn’t lying; since their arrival at the Villa, all their mobile phones and communication devices had been confiscated.