Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 946 - 946 932 Missing Memory (2)

Chapter 946: 932, Missing Memory (2) Chapter 946: 932, Missing Memory (2) Jian Qing nodded lightly, and Quan Mingxuan brought over the medical kit, “The medical kit is here.”

Quan Jingwu opened the medical kit, took out the cotton swab and antiseptic alcohol, and Jian Qing held Nineteen securely, grasping his fair little foot.

“Nineteen, be good and don’t move, let Daddy apply the medicine for you.” She coaxed softly, and for a moment, Quan Jingwu felt as if he saw her, the one without amnesia.

He glanced at her, his eyes deepening, and dipped the cotton swab in alcohol to begin disinfecting Nineteen’s wound.

“Hmm—”

When the antiseptic alcohol touched the wound, Nineteen’s delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, her small rice-grain teeth biting down on her lip, her once warm palms instantly turning cold.

“Don’t be afraid, Mommy is here,” Jian Qing said as she looked at the bloody wound and then at Nineteen’s crumpled little face, holding his small hand tightly.

“Mommy will blow on it for Nineteen.”

She bent over, her red lips gently blowing on his wound.

Seventeen, curious, watched on the side and suddenly mimicked Jian Qing’s posture; his plump little body lay on Quan Jingwu’s lap, puffing air at Nineteen’s wound, “Nineteen, don’t be scared.”

The others watched and exchanged smiling glances.

“Nineteen, if it hurts, it’s okay to cry,” Quan Mingxuan said with a twinkle in his eye and received a smack on the head from Grandma Quan for it.

Nineteen’s face turned red, and he held back the shiny teardrops swirling in his eyes, determined not to let them fall, “A man, doesn’t cry.”

Daddy said that men are not supposed to cry.

“Hahaha!”

At this, everyone burst out laughing.

Jian Qing curved her lips, unable to resist kissing Nineteen’s forehead, then she lifted her gaze to Quan Jingwu and saw a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Did you teach Nineteen that?”

Quan Jingwu’s thin lips lifted slightly, “What do you think?”

Jian Qing chuckled, and the atmosphere between them eased up significantly.

After the medicine was applied, Nineteen perked up again, nestled in Jian Qing’s arms and chattering away with her, calling her mommy which nearly melted her heart.

Quan Jingwu watched Jian Qing’s attention fully focus on the two little ones, his violet eyes darkening, “Nineteen, would you like to go over there and play with the toys with Seventeen?”

“Don’t want to, want Mommy,” Nineteen declared, clinging to Jian Qing’s arm with determination.

The two little guys were not so easily swayed.

Jian Qing saw Seventeen yawn, his wet eyes brimming with sleepiness, “Seventeen, are you sleepy, hm?”

“These two little guys got up early this morning, they should be tired by now,” Rhee said.

Quan Jingwu stretched out his strong arm and easily picked up Seventeen, “Seventeen, Daddy will make you some milk to drink before you go to sleep, is that good?”

Seventeen’s eyes flickered with hesitation before turning to look at Jian Qing, “Want Mommy.”

Jian Qing’s disappearance for over three months had robbed the little ones of their sense of security.

Meting the little guy’s damp gaze, Jian Qing blinked then smiled softly, “Then shall Mommy accompany you?”

“Yeah.” Seventeen’s delicate little face lit up with a bright smile.

“Let’s go.”

Quan Jingwu got up, holding Seventeen, while Jian Qing followed by his side holding Nineteen, a family of four heading upstairs to their room.

“I wonder when Qingqing will recover her memory.” Grandma Quan retracted her gaze, sighing lightly.

“Mom, now that Little Qingqing has returned, regaining her memory is just a matter of time. Don’t worry too much. Besides, look, even though she’s lost her memory, she and Jingwu are still doing fine,” Rhee consoled.

In the bright bedroom, the curtain billowed, sending up wisps of purple flowers.

On the bed, Seventeen and Nineteen held their milk bottles, their little feet occasionally shaking lazily, still managing to charm.

Jian Qing sat on the edge of the bed, watching the two little ones drifting off to sleep, her lips curving into a warm smile.

Quan Jingwu walked over, leaned down, and took the milk bottles from the two little treasures’ hands; Seventeen and Nineteen turned over and slept soundly.

Jian Qing lay on the bed, her fingertips wandering over the faces of the two little treasures, their tender skin so irresistible; suddenly, she thought of something, and the smile at the corner of her mouth gradually faded.

If the little ones knew that she had actually forgotten them, they would be very sad.

She withdrew her hand and stood up, walking to the window.

Looking out, the flowers in the garden were in full bloom.

Everything here looked so familiar, yet why couldn’t she remember anything about the people, the events—her mind was a blank.

She closed her eyes, trying hard to recall the missing memories.

“Hiss—”

A sharp pain hit her, and she covered her head, gradually crouching down.

“Good treasure.”

Quan Jingwu came out of the bathroom and, seeing this scene, nearly lost his soul with fright.

He hurried over and crouched down in front of her.

“What’s wrong, are you feeling unwell, huh?”

“Headache,” she said hoarsely.

Quan Jingwu’s thin lips were tightly pursed as he picked her up in his arms.

Jian Qing leaned against his chest, her complexion somewhat pale.

Quan Jingwu held her and sat on the sofa, his large hand around her waist, “If you can’t remember, then don’t think about it, don’t force yourself.”

Although he really wanted her to remember everything, what he least wanted was to see her in distress and pain.

Jian Qing looked up from his embrace, “Don’t you want me to quickly remember everything?”

Quan Jingwu’s gaze dropped lightly, and his thin lips pressed against her pretty eyes, “As long as you stay by my side, nothing else matters.”

“But I can’t remember anything about you, and about Seventeen and Nineteen—all of it. Seventeen and Nineteen cling to me; I know it’s because they feel insecure after I disappeared for more than three months—I’m not a competent mommy,” she said softly, lowering her head.

“I actually forgot all about them.” And you, who love me so much.

A dark shade flashed in Quan Jingwu’s eyes, and he bowed his head and kissed her lips; in an instant, an electric current coursed chaotically through Jian Qing’s body.

She widened her eyes, stunned in place.

Lost in the tender and lingering kiss, Jian Qing was utterly befuddled, her head heavy and dizzy, her eyes filled with the man’s brilliant purple pupils.

“My dear treasure is the most competent mommy in the world, and the best wife,” he said with a rough voice, pressing his forehead against hers.

In his eyes, there was no one better than her.

Jian Qing’s face turned a beet red, scorching hot.

“Dear treasure, your face is red,” he said with a mischievous tone.

Jian Qing’s cheeks flushed with rouge, and she quickly jumped out of his embrace, “It’s too hot, I’m just overheated.”

Quan Jingwu stood up and took her hand, “Come on, I’ll take you for a walk around the old mansion.”

“I can walk by myself.” Remembering his recent teasing, Jian Qing tried to wriggle her hand free with a trick, but in the next second, he grabbed it again.

After repeating this several times, Jian Qing gave up and let him lead her.

Under the shade of the trees, the two strolled leisurely.

Suddenly, Jian Qing stopped, and Quan Jingwu looked sideways at her, “What’s wrong?”

“That…”

Jian Qing looked at the swing not far away, her eyes shining brightly.