Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 938 - 938 924 he doesnt believe (5)

Chapter 938: 924, he doesn’t believe (5) Chapter 938: 924, he doesn’t believe (5) “My sister is back,” Jian Luo repeated.

Quan Jingwu’s heart pounded as if a heavy bomb had been dropped into a pool of still water, and his composure was shattered.

“Where is she?”

“We’ve just arrived at Shijin Haoting. You should come over now.”

“I understand.”

After hanging up the phone, Quan Jingwu didn’t offer an explanation to the elder Quan or anyone else; he dashed out, his figure vanishing in the blink of an eye.

“Hey, Jingwu!”

Quan Mingxuan rushed to the doorway, only to see the fading outline of a departing car.

The elder Quan and the others put down their chopsticks, and Quan Mingxuan returned inside.

“Axuan, where’s Jingwu?” the elder lady Quan asked.

“He drove off,” Quan Mingxuan replied as he settled back into his seat.

Quan Yifei murmured in puzzlement, “Why was Third Brother so agitated just now?”

“Could it be news about Jian Qing?” Rhee guessed.

“I’ll give Jian Luo a call and find out,” Quan Mingxuan immediately took out his cell phone, with everyone else watching him, a sense of anticipation in the air.

Just after speaking with Quan Jingwu, Jian Luo received a call from Quan Mingxuan and answered, “Mingxuan.”

“Jian Luo, is there news about Jian Qing?” Quan Mingxuan asked directly.

Jian Qing said, “Yes, my sister has returned. We’ve already come back to Beijing and are at Shijin Haoting now.”

“Really? Jian Qing is back?” Quan Mingxuan exclaimed, practically leaping from his chair in excitement.

At these words, joy flashed across the faces of the others.

But their excitement was short-lived; whatever Jian Luo said next over the phone caused the smile to freeze on Quan Mingxuan’s face, his eyes revealing a flicker of horror.

After a long moment, the smile at the corner of his mouth faded, “Are you serious?”

“Of course, otherwise, why wouldn’t my sister have informed Jingwu immediately about her return?” Jian Luo understood his difficulty in accepting the news, as it was hard for him too, initially.

Quan Mingxuan’s mouth hung open slightly, words failing him for a long while.

Eventually, he managed to say, “I understand, um, I’ll tell them. Jingwu should be arriving at your place shortly. Keep an eye on him and don’t let him do anything rash.”

After hanging up, Quan Mingxuan slumped back into his chair.

“Axuan, what’s wrong with you? Why that expression? Did something happen to Jian Qing?” Seeing his troubled countenance, Rhee worriedly inquired, thinking that Jian Qing must have encountered an issue.

“Indeed, there’s been a problem,” Quan Mingxuan replied with a wry smile.

And it wasn’t just a minor issue.

“What is it? Just spit it out. Don’t keep us in suspense,” the elder Quan urged.

Quan Mingxuan glanced at them and hesitantly said, “Jian Qing, she… she’s lost her memory.”

The air seemed to freeze, and the sound of breathing became audibly clear.

After a long moment, exclamations of shock erupted.

“What? Sister-in-law has lost her memory? How is that possible?” Quan Yifei covered her face with her hands, her voice filled with disbelief.

“Second Brother, you’re not playing a joke on us, are you?”

Jian Qing had lost her memory. What would Third Brother do? What about Seventeen and Nineteen?

How could such a thing happen to Jian Qing?

Quan Mingxuan shrugged his shoulders, “I wish I could think this was a joke.” Unfortunately, the reality was that Jian Qing had indeed lost her memory, and it was unmistakably true.

Rhee covered her lips, “So, you mean Jian Qing has forgotten Jingwu?”

It had been difficult enough for her to return; how could such an issue arise?

“Jian Luo says Jian Qing’s memory is stuck on her initial return to Beijing,” Quan Mingxuan explained, “She doesn’t remember anything that happened after she came back.”

“What should we do? If Third Brother goes to find Jian Qing and he learns about this news, he’ll go crazy,” Quan Yifei said worriedly.

Quan Mingxuan responded, “There’s nothing we can do about it. Fortunately, it’s good that she’s safely back. As for the amnesia, we’ll take it slowly. With Jingwu here, I believe Jian Qing will recover her memory one day.”

The most important thing is that she’s safe and sound.

“Axuan is right, as long as she’s safe, that’s what matters,” the elder Mrs. Quan said, her face somewhat grave.

“That’s not right, I think I heard Nineteen’s crying,” Weng Ya said, her ears picking up the sound from upstairs.

“She must be awake, I’ll go up and check,” Rhee said, putting down his chopsticks and leaving the dining room towards the upstairs.

“With Third Sister-in-law forgetting Third Brother, that means she has also forgotten Seventeen and the rest. What are we going to do?” Quan Yifei analyzed, feeling even more heartache for the two little treasures.

Hearing this, everyone else lost their appetite for dinner.

As night fell, the lights of bustling Beijing glittered brilliantly.

Rushing all the way to Shijin Haoting and slamming the car door shut, Quan Jingwu saw Jian Luo waiting at the door the moment he looked up.

He passed by him, intending to walk inside directly.

“Wait.”

Jian Luo blocked him at the door, “I have something I need to tell you.”

“We’ll talk about it later,” Quan Jingwu frowned, his mind solely on seeing his dear treasure as soon as possible; nothing else mattered.

“No, it’s important,” Jian Luo grabbed his arm.

“Out with it,” Quan Jingwu shook off his hand impatiently.

“Quan Jingwu, my sister, my sister… she’s lost her memory,” he stuttered, moving his gaze away, not daring to look at his face.

Frozen, he paused, his heart seeming to stop beating.

He glanced at Jian Luo, his fists clenched, his throat dry, “What did you just say? Repeat it.”

“Quan Jingwu, my sister has lost her memory. Her memory is stuck at the time she first returned to Beijing, before she met you,” Jian Luo said with difficulty.

His words struck Quan Jingwu like a thunderbolt on a clear day, rooting him to the spot, limbs growing numb.

His dear treasure had forgotten him?

She’d forgotten everything they shared, was that it?

No, he didn’t believe it.

“Quan Jingwu, you…”

Before he could offer words of comfort, Jian Luo felt a gust of wind before him, and the next second, the man who had been standing there was gone.

“Hey, Quan Jingwu.”

In the living room, Black Jack and Bai Jue watched the person rush upstairs, feeling a mixture of helplessness and sympathy.

“Black Jack, what should we do?” Jian Luo closed the door behind him and walked in.

The oppressive aura emanating from Quan Jingwu made him feel uneasy.

“Let him be. This is between the two of them. We can’t help with anything else. Maybe the moment Quan Jingwu shows up, it’ll trigger all of Jian Qing’s lost memories,” Black Jack suggested.

Standing at the door, Quan Jingwu looked at the closed bedroom door. His hand on the doorknob hesitated, fear in his heart.

He was afraid that opening it would reveal her unfamiliar gaze.

After a long pause, he steeled his resolve and pushed the door open, stepping inside.

The gentle lamplight and the faint scent of shower gel permeated the air.

He raised his eyes, and immediately his gaze landed on the figure sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The woman sat hugging her knees on the couch, her wet hair still emitting steam, her slender silhouette featured countless times in his dreams.

It was so familiar.

“Luoluo, I don’t want to have dinner tonight. You all go ahead without me,” thinking it was Jian Luo coming to call her for dinner, Jian Qing spoke without lifting her head.