Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 941 - 941 927 I just like living with you (3)

Chapter 941: 927, I just like living with you (3) Chapter 941: 927, I just like living with you (3) Knowing she was changing the subject, Quan Jingwu didn’t press further and picked up his chopsticks to dish out some food for her, “Eat more.”

His slightly husky voice was so captivating that one wanted to hear more.

Abiding by the principle that silence is golden, Jian Qing continued to bury her head in her meal.

When the bowl of rice was finally empty, she felt embarrassed.

When did she start eating so much?

“Aren’t you going to eat a bit more?” Quan Jingwu asked as he saw her lay down her chopsticks.

Jian Qing, “No need, I’m full already.”

If she kept eating, she’d soon turn into a pig.

Hearing this, Quan Jingwu picked up her bowl and started eating the leftover food directly.

Any germophobia was completely ineffective when it came to Jian Qing.

“Quan Jingwu, you…” Jian Qing was dumbfounded.

He was actually eating the food she left and even using her bowl and chopsticks.

She suddenly felt thunder rolling in the sky.

Quan Jingwu ate quickly, yet his movements were still graceful and attractive.

After a short while, he put down his utensils and deftly cleared the table of bowls and plates, leaving Jian Qing staring in amazement.

In just a couple of hours, there had been too many surprising things he had done.

He was such an unattainable man, yet he would cook and even clear the dishes.

She had thought that what Bai Jue said earlier was just a joke, but now it seemed that if he continued doing everything for her, it wouldn’t be impossible for her to become spoiled helplessly.

Quan Jingwu rolled up his sleeves and walked over while drying his hands.

Jian Qing hadn’t figured out how to face him yet. When she saw him approaching, she quickly got up and walked towards the living room.

Seeing this, Quan Jingwu’s cold gaze paused briefly, then he followed behind her.

In the living room, Jian Luo was slumped over Black Jack, barely keeping his eyes open as he watched TV.

If it weren’t for worrying about his sister and Quan Jingwu, he would have gone to bed long ago.

For over three months, he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep.

Finding her at last felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Ahem.”

Sitting in a position facing the dining area, Bai Jue saw Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing exit the dining room after eating, so he kicked Jian Luo’s foot.

Jian Luo suddenly snapped to attention, catching the looks from Bai Jue and Black Jack, and turned to Jian Qing, “Sis, are you full?”

Jian Qing nodded and said, noticing his groggy eyes, “If you’re tired, why not go to your room and sleep?”

“Not tired, heh, I’m not tired.” Jian Luo forced a smile.

“It’s getting late,” Jian Qing said, looking at Quan Jingwu with a hint in her words.

He hummed in response, following her lead, “We should go back to our room to rest.”

“…”

Damn.

That’s not what she meant at all.

Was he pretending to be dumb or was he really that oblivious?

Although they were husband and wife, her memory hadn’t yet returned, and the idea of them staying in the same room felt strange to her.

Black Jack glanced at Quan Jingwu, so sly!

“Let’s go.”

Quan Jingwu took Jian Qing’s hand and led her upstairs, his movements smooth and decided.

“Wait.”

Jian Qing grabbed hold of him, refusing to budge.

“It’s getting late; you should head back and get some rest.”

This time she was so frank that he could hardly pretend to misunderstand.

Quan Jingwu’s gaze suddenly deepened, “Are you trying to send me away?”

Looking into his deep, cold-purple eyes, she saw clearly the hurt in them, and Jian Qing lost her voice, her firm thoughts starting to waver.

In front of him, she always found herself unable to resist surrendering.

After struggling with herself, she couldn’t help but soften towards him, “Forget it, there are plenty of guest rooms here, make yourself at home.”

Having said that, she ran upstairs like she was fleeing.

The best plan is to retreat, she thought, to prevent herself from softening further, otherwise she might even offer her own room.

Hearing her suggest he stay in the guest room, Quan Jingwu’s handsome face darkened.

“Quan Jingwu, my sister just got back; don’t be in such a hurry. She’s been injured all over since her fall from the cliff, and her wounds have only just begun to heal. Just let her rest and recover these next few days. As for regaining her memory, that can’t be rushed either.” Jian Luo said.

“Besides, whether my sister has lost her memory or not, can’t you feel it? To her, you’ll always be the most special.”

Otherwise, with her current amnesia, it would be impossible for just anybody to get close to her, let alone hold hands or anything else.

“How are her wounds now?” As soon as Quan Jingwu heard Jian Qing was injured all over, he lost all sense of calm.

“Nothing serious now, don’t worry,” Bai Jue said.

Quan Jingwu breathed a sigh of relief and turned to head upstairs.

“Quan Jingwu, where are you going?”Jian Luo asked in confusion. Weren’t the guest rooms downstairs?

“Stop calling him. Do you really think he’s going to sleep in the guest room?” Black Jack chuckled.

Jian Luo rubbed the back of his head, “Didn’t my sister just tell him to stay in the guest room?”

Besides, when it came to his business, his sister hadn’t remembered anything yet, so how could she agree to share a room with him?

“If he were really going to obediently sleep in the guest room, do you think he’d still be Quan Jingwu?” Bai Jue patted his shoulder, “Kid, you’re still naive.”

Jian Luo’s mouth twitched, “…”

Blame him for what!

“I’m exhausted, off to sleep,” Bai Jue said languidly as he stood up and walked towards his own room. The fatigue from flying back and forth was finally setting in.

Back in her room, Jian Qing lay on the bed, deep in thought.

Suddenly, there was a noise at the door.

She looked up to see the door being pushed open, the man’s tall figure appearing at the doorway. His handsome, chiseled features were even more striking and enchanting under the light’s refraction.

So-called, a seductive disaster of a handsome man, it seemed.

“You, why did you come back in?” Jian Qing sat up, almost biting her own tongue, “The guest rooms are downstairs.”

“I know,” he said.

Watching him close the door, Jian Qing’s eyes widened, “If you know, then why are you up here?”

“Didn’t you tell me to make myself at home?” he replied matter-of-factly , “Making myself at home means I can just pick any room to stay in, right?”

This explanation had no faults.

Jian Qing was speechless, feeling like she had lifted a rock only to drop it on her own foot.

“You like this room? Then you stay here, I’ll go to another room,” she said generously.

Quan Jingwu quickly stepped forward, blocking her way, “I don’t like any room; I just like staying with you.”

His deep, magnetic voice heavily struck her heart.

Jian Qing was suddenly stunned, her gaze dumbly fixed on him, a bit dazed and clumsy.

Seizing the moment before she could react, Quan Jingwu stepped forward, pulling her into his embrace, “My sweet babe, don’t push me away!”

As he spoke, he buried his head into the crook of her neck, his voice huskily murmuring, “I’m so tired!”

In the days she was gone, aside from taking care of Seventeen and Nineteen, he had numbed himself with work. Every time he slept, he both looked forward to and dreaded seeing her in his dreams, and he hated waking up each time to the reality that she still hadn’t returned to his side.

Jian Qing’s hands hung stiffly in the air, unsure where to place them.

Hearing his hoarse voice, she couldn’t help but feel heartbroken for him.