Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 945 - 945 931 a certain grandpa is showing off again (1)

Chapter 945: 931, a certain grandpa is showing off again (1) Chapter 945: 931, a certain grandpa is showing off again (1) Listening to the little one’s milky voice calling her “Mommy,” even the coldest heart melted.

Jian Qing lifted her hand to caress his little face, her gaze touching upon the wound on his knee, her delicate brows lightly furrowed, “Does it hurt, hmm?”

Nineteen shook his head, his rosy little lips pouting, “Mommy, kiss.”

Jian Qing lowered her eyes to his pouted lips, could not help but be amused by him, and leaned in to plant a kiss on his tender cheek.

“Giggle, giggle!”

Receiving a kiss from Mommy, Nineteen laughed with his eyes squeezed shut, the tears in his eyes instantly swept away clean.

Seeing her brother held and kissed by Mommy, Seventeen immediately felt jealous in Quan Jingwu’s arms, squirming and struggling to come down and find Jian Qing.

“Mommy!”

Jian Qing was examining Nineteen’s wound when she heard the call behind her. She turned her head and saw Seventeen’s watery face crumpled, reaching out his little hands for her to hold him.

Quan Jingwu came over with Seventeen in his arms. Seventeen looked at Jian Qing with hopeful eyes, noticing that Jian Qing hadn’t hugged or kissed him, his eyes swiftly brimmed with tears like black jewels.

With a gentle blink, a golden bean-like tear fell.

“Mommy, hug!”

His soft voice was thick with nasal sound.

Seeing the tear streaks on his face, Jian Qing’s heart suddenly felt like it was being squeezed, and she hurriedly reached out to hold him.

“Don’t cry, OK? Don’t cry.”

She softened her voice to coax him, going along with his wish and kissed his eyebrows and eyes.

“Kiss from Mommy, Seventeen won’t cry, OK?”

In her moment of urgency, “Mommy” slipped naturally from Jian Qing’s lips.

Aside, Rhee wiped her eyes secretly.

“Come here, Nineteen, Daddy will hold you.” Seeing Jian Qing’s slender figure holding both little treasures, Quan Jingwu wanted to take Nineteen, not wanting her to strain herself too much.

“No, no, I want Mommy to hold.” Nineteen clung to Jian Qing, waving his little hands, refusing to let Quan Jingwu hold him.

Jian Qing held both little treasures, her eyes brimming with a gentle smile, especially when she saw the faces of the little treasures resembling hers, it seemed as if the missing piece in her heart was filled.

“It’s OK, I can hold them.”

Quan Jingwu frowned nonetheless, still feeling sorry for his wife. He turned to Seventeen and started to negotiate, “Seventeen, Nineteen is injured. How about letting Mommy deal with his wound first, and Daddy will hold you, OK?”

Despite being so young, sometimes the little ones were even cleverer than adults. Hearing Quan Jingwu’s words, Seventeen pursed his lips, as if contemplating.

A few seconds later, he stretched out his little hand to Quan Jingwu. Seeing this, Quan Jingwu smiled with satisfaction and picked him up.

“Mommy, don’t go.” Held by Quan Jingwu, Seventeen’s clear eyes still tightly watched Jian Qing, his voice soft.

At his words, Jian Qing’s heart was sharply pricked.

Looking into the little one’s clear eyes, filled with hope and fear, she curved her lips into a smile and gently pinched his little cheek.

“Hmm, Mommy won’t leave.”

Quan Jingwu looked down at her, his eyes warming.

“Little Qingqing, you’re finally back, and you’ve lost so much weight.” Rhee stepped forward, affectionately grasping Jian Qing’s hand, her face beaming with a smile.

“Mom has cooked your favorite dish, make sure to eat a lot later.”

Jian Qing looked at the woman before her, those eyes resembling Quan Jingwu’s and brimming with laughter, exuding a warm aura that felt very comforting.

Without guessing, just by these eyes alone, Jian Qing could recognize this was Quan Jingwu’s mother.

After hesitating for a moment, she said softly, “Thank you, Mom.”

Rhee was slightly taken aback, her smile growing brighter, “Silly child, we’re family, there’s no need for thanks. You’ve suffered outside these days, now that you’re back home, Mom and Grandma will make sure to nourish you well.”

Jian Qing couldn’t help but be infected by her enthusiasm and cracked a faint smile, “Mhm.”

“Let’s go, we can talk more in the living room, Grandma and the others are still waiting,” Rhee said.

Jian Qing hummed in agreement, a hint of nervousness in her heart.

Quan Jingwu cradled Seventeen in one arm and naturally took her hand with the other, “Let’s go.”

The warmth of his palm enveloped her slightly cool hand, immediately soothing Jian Qing’s restless heart. From the corner of her eye, she glimpsed their intertwined hands and a faint smile quickly flitted across her eyes.

“Mom, Little Qingqing is back.”

Rhee, walking ahead, had just stepped into the living room when she started to call out.

In the living room, everyone turned their heads towards the door upon hearing the voice.

Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing entered each holding a little treasure in their arms. Having not seen each other for over three months, everyone felt a sense of relief seeing Jian Qing return safely.

Looking at the people in the living room, Jian Qing felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity yet couldn’t for the life of her remember who they really were.

She furrowed her brows, feeling annoyed and helpless.

“Qingqing, you’ve become so gaunt,” Grandmother Quan approached and said, her eyes full of distress seeing Jian Qing leaner than before.

“It’s good you’re back, good that you’re back.”

“This is Grandma, and that’s Dad.” Quan Jingwu, seeing her discomfort, kindly introduced them.

“Grandma,” Jian Qing greeted each person in turn.

“Jian Qing, and me, I’m Mingxuan, your husband’s second brother,” Quan Mingxuan noted that Jian Qing had greeted everyone except him and quickly made his presence felt, showing some annoyance.

Quan Jingwu glanced at him with an indifferent look and said, “Don’t mind him.”

“…”

Quan Mingxuan pursed his lips.

Tch, the moment his wife comes back, a certain someone starts showing off again.

“Is there a first aid kit?” Jian Qing, concerned about the abrasion on Nineteen’s knee, looked at Quan Jingwu and asked.

“Yes, yes, I’ll get it,” Quan Mingxuan also noticed the wound on Nineteen’s knee and hurriedly got up from the couch to fetch the first aid kit.

“Here, sit down,” Quan Jingwu said as he led her by the hand to sit down, and Nineteen obediently nestled in Jian Qing’s arms, occasionally rubbing his little head against her chin in an endearing gesture that made her smile involuntarily.

Seventeen got down from Quan Jingwu’s arms, and as everyone curiously watched him, the little fellow grabbed a piece of chocolate from the table and then ran back.

“Mommy, eat, eat.”

The plump little hand clutched the chocolate, forcefully pushing it into Jian Qing’s hand.

Jian Qing looked down at the chocolate the little one had given her, then raised her eyes to see the little fellow’s shiny eyes curved into crescent shapes, beaming at her with a sweet smile.

She reached out to stroke his little head, her eyes growing somewhat teary, “Okay, thank you, Seventeen.”

Seventeen giggled and buried himself in her embrace, his fair little arms wrapping around Jian Qing’s waist.

Quan Jingwu glanced at the reddening corners of her eyes and took her hand, gently caressing it.

“It’s okay, I’ll be here with you, along with Seventeen and Nineteen.”

He knew that, despite her strong facade, the amnesia was still something that made her feel at a loss. Others might think she wasn’t taking the memory loss seriously, but he knew, his precious treasure, was also very fragile.