Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 937 - 937 923 No Breaking Promises to Me (4)

Chapter 937: 923, No Breaking Promises to Me (4) Chapter 937: 923, No Breaking Promises to Me (4) After breakfast, Jian Luo went outside to make a phone call to old master Jian.

Just as old master Jian was on the phone, Mo Xiao happened to be beside him. Hearing that Jian Qing had returned, he hadn’t even had time to feel happy when he was stunned by the next sentence.

“Luoluo, you mean it, Little Qingqing really has amnesia?” old master Jian reacted, confirming in disbelief.

Knowing that it was hard for both old master Jian and Mo Xiao to accept, Jian Luo said, “Yeah, her memory stopped around the time she first returned to Beijing.”

Once confirmed, old master Jian and Mo Xiao were shocked into silence, unable to speak for a long time.

After a while, Mo Xiao asked with a hoarse voice, “Then Quan Jingwu, has Qingqing forgotten him too?”

“Yes.”

“Luoluo, have you told Quan Jingwu about this yet?” old master Jian asked worriedly.

Jian Luo replied, “Not yet, we’re heading straight back to Beijing in a bit.”

“All right, be careful on the road. Your dad and I will come to Beijing to see you tomorrow,” old master Jian instructed, “Take good care of Little Qingqing.”

“I know.”

After hanging up the phone, Jian Luo looked at the mobile phone, hesitating whether to call Quan Jingwu or not.

Black Jack came out looking for him as he hadn’t seen him go in after a long time.

Seeing Jian Luo standing there like a wooden post, he walked over.

“Why aren’t you going in?”

“Black Jack, do you think I should call Quan Jingwu first? After all, my sister has forgotten him,” Jian Luo asked for his opinion.

Black Jack disagreed, “Don’t call yet. Let’s wait until we get to Beijing to tell him. With Jian Qing like this, who knows what he’d do if he found out in his impulsiveness. We’ll talk about everything after we get back to Beijing. Maybe as soon as she sees Quan Jingwu and Xiaojing and the others, Jian Qing might remember everything.”

“Yeah.” Jian Luo thought it over and put away the phone.

Black Jack, “Let’s go, go inside first.”

As the two entered the room, Bai Jue was giving Jian Qing a simple check-up.

“Bai Jue, how is it?” Jian Luo sat down and asked.

“The bone fractures and scrapes are healing nicely,” Bai Jue skipped the main issue, not bringing up Jian Qing’s amnesia to avoid adding to her burden and worries.

“Bai Jue, is there a way to cure my amnesia?” Jian Qing, knowing that he didn’t want her to worry, directly asked.

Bai Jue hesitated, “Jian Qing, don’t be anxious. You haven’t completely lost your memory; maybe you’ll wake up tomorrow and remember everything.”

If it was any other difficult disease, he would have some method, but he felt somewhat powerless with amnesia.

He sensed the comfort in his words, and Jian Qing lowered her head.

Unable to stand the gloomy atmosphere, Jian Luo changed the subject, “Sister, the plane is ready. Shall we leave now?”

Jian Qing acknowledged with a sound, “Let’s go.”

In the azure sky, the airplane sliced through the clouds, leaving a long trail behind.

Quan Family

After a short nap in the afternoon, the two little treasures had their milk, Quan Jingwu was walking them around in the Courtyard, holding them close.

Under the green shade, the little treasures stepped in their tiny shoes, their little steps steadying quite a bit.

Quan Jingwu sat on a stone bench, his deep eyes watching the two little treasures run around nearby.

My dear treasure, it’s been over three months now. How much longer do you and our children have to wait for you!

“Daddy, flower, flower!”

Xiaojing ran towards Quan Jingwu, his round little body waddling like a small penguin, his little face turned a light shade of red from the sun.

He arrived in front of Quan Jingwu, his small chubby hand holding an exquisitely beautiful rose, “Daddy, here, flower.”

Ever since the little treasures learned to walk, the flowers in the Courtyard could be considered sufferers.

“For Daddy, hmm?” Quan Jingwu took the flower from him, reached out to pick him up, and Nineteen’s little behind settled steadily on his lap.

Nineteen’s plump little lips puckered as he spoke in a babbling voice, “For Mommy, Mommy’s flower.”

Hearing this, Quan Jingwu’s thin lips curled up, his smile forced, “Alright, for Mommy. When Mommy comes back, will Daddy give it to her, okay?”

“Mhm.” Nineteen hugged his neck, struggled to stand up, and left a wet kiss on his cheek.

Quan Jingwu tousled his hair, set him down, “Go find Seventeen and Snowball to play.”

Nineteen gave a cute smile, then ran off to find Seventeen and Snowball again.

The rose, still dotted with water droplets, was as passionate as fire. He let out a low chuckle, the sound carrying a touch of desolation and sorrow.

“Xiaojing, I’ll celebrate every birthday with you from now on.”

“If you have any wishes on your birthday, I, as the head of the family, might consider granting them—of course, that’ll depend on how you behave.”

The woman’s soft and moist voice still lingered in his ears; Quan Jingwu clenched the rose in his hand tightly.

My sweet treasure, my birthday is almost here, you mustn’t break your promise!

At dusk, Jian Qing and the others returned to Shijin Haoting.

Having slept on the plane, Jian Qing didn’t feel tired after disembarking.

“Sis, you go rest in your room first. I will call you when it’s time for dinner,” Jian Luo said. “Do you still remember which room you’re in?”

“Mhm.” Jian Qing nodded, relying on her memory she went directly upstairs, turned the corner, and found her bedroom.

She pressed the switch on the wall, and with the illumination, the room’s gloom was chased away.

The bright light scattered into every corner of the room; she gave it a brief glance and went straight to the wardrobe, pulling it open, she paused.

Inside the tidy wardrobe, besides her own clothes, there was a row of obviously men’s clothing neatly hung next to hers.

Her first thought was of Quan Jingwu, the man Jian Luo had mentioned.

After hesitating, she reached for a black shirt, brought it close to her nose, and there was a faint scent.

Quan Jingwu, what kind of man was he?

She hung the shirt back and took out a change of clothes for herself, then headed towards the bathroom.

Downstairs, Jian Luo and the others looked at each other, the atmosphere somewhat peculiarly awkward.

“Bai Jue, why don’t you make the call?” Jian Luo held his phone as if it were a hot potato, his head aching at the thought of Quan Jingwu’s expression upon learning his sister had lost her memory and forgotten him.

Bai Jue wasn’t foolish either, “You’re his brother-in-law; of course, you should be the one to call.”

Jian Luo pursed his lips and looked at Black Jack, who was looking up at the sky.

“You two are so heartless.”

He complained before dialing Quan Jingwu’s number.

During the few seconds waiting for the answer, Jian Luo’s heartbeat quickened.

“Jian Luo, what’s up?”

The magnetic voice was cold and compelling.

Jian Luo cleared his throat and said, “Quan Jingwu, I have some good news to tell you.”

He paused, then continued, “My sister is back.”

As he finished speaking, Jian Luo heard the sound of a chair toppling over from the other end of the phone.

“What did you say?”

Quan Jingwu gripped his phone tightly and asked, holding his breath.

At the side, the elder Mr. Quan and others looked at the fallen chair and then at the fleeting excitement in his brows, somewhat puzzled.