Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 947 - 947 Tiger Cub (3)

Chapter 947: Tiger Cub (3) Chapter 947: Tiger Cub (3) Following her gaze, Quan Jingwu saw that the swing entwined with vines at the edge of the garden had almost become one with it.

He remembered that the first time she came here, she had also noticed this swing. His thin lips slightly curved, and a low, resonant laugh escaped him.

“What are you laughing at?” she asked.

Quan Jingwu pulled her over, his large hand grasping the iron chain of the swing, his gaze fixing intently on her, “The first time I brought you here, you also noticed this swing.”

Hearing this, Jian Qing reached out her hand, gently caressing the iron chain, looking at the swing and becoming slightly lost in thought.

“That’s what Yifei and Axuan used to play on.”

“Do you want to try it?”

The man’s magnetic voice echoed in her ears, and Jian Qing narrowed her eyes. That voice was so familiar, it was just like…

She abruptly came back to her senses, raising her eyes to look at the man in front of her, just like the sound of his voice.

“Do you want to try it?” Quan Jingwu softly pinched her cheek, the same scene, the same words, as if the image of when they had just met was still vivid in his mind.

Jian Qing pursed her red lips firmly, shaking her head gently.

“What’s wrong, didn’t you used to love swinging the most?” Quan Jingwu held her face, asking.

Jian Qing exhaled softly, lifting her smile, “Quan Jingwu, let’s swing again when I get my memory back.”

Her tranquil smile dazzled his eyes, and Quan Jingwu embraced her, whispering an affirmation in her ear.

“When you get your memory back, you’ll sit on the swing, and I’ll definitely push it very high.”

“Hmm.”

After showing her around, the two of them returned to the living room.

Taking advantage of the moment Quan Jingwu went to the bathroom, Rhee came over with a thick photo album, “Little Qingqing, take a look at this.”

“Hmm?” Jian Qing took the heavy album.

Rhee said, “These are your wedding photos with Jingwu.”

Jian Qing hesitated for a moment upon opening the album, then flipped open the first page.

“Little Qingqing, I know you have forgotten all of us now, but that doesn’t matter, as long as you have returned safely.” Rhee watched her flipping through the album, speaking warmly, “These past few months, Jingwu and Seventeen have missed you a lot. Shortly after your accident, Seventeen and Nineteen fell ill with fever, I think that must be because of the bond between mother and child.”

Jian Qing looked at the photos, various dresses, different backgrounds, but the main characters in the pictures were always her and Quan Jingwu, and what didn’t change was the joyful smile on both of their faces.

She closed the album, “Mom, I’m sorry.”

“Silly child, we’re all family, there’s no need for apologies.” Rhee patted her hand, saying, “Now that you’re back, just stay here at home. Jingwu and Seventeen need you.”

Jian Qing had amnesia now, she wasn’t sure if she would stay here, but she knew if she didn’t, Seventeen and the others would be saddened at not seeing her.

Jian Qing hesitated, just as Quan Jingwu came back.

“What are you two talking about?”

“We’re discussing having Little Qingqing come back home to stay.” Rhee said.

Quan Jingwu looked down at her as she sat with her head bowed in silence, his violet eyes flickering, he sat down beside her.

“You two talk, I’ll go check on the kitchen first.”

Rhee, perceptive as always, stood up and left, giving them space to be alone.

Quan Jingwu held her hand, “If you don’t want to stay here, we can take Seventeen and the others back to Shijin Haoting to live.”

Jian Qing shook her head, “Let’s stay here.”

She could feel the affection from the elder Mrs. Quan and the others, and moreover, she had lived here before her amnesia. Therefore, she saw no reason to refuse.

The most important thing is that by his side, she felt very at ease.

Quan Jingwu extended his hand and embraced her, “Okay, whenever you want to return to Shijin Haoting, we’ll go back together.”

“Mm.”

As night fell, the old mansion was brightly lit.

When Jian Qing returned, the entire Quan Family recovered its usual liveliness.

After dinner, Jian Qing played with the two little treasures in the living room for a while before taking them upstairs to rest.

In the bathroom, the laughter of the two little treasures rose and fell, mingled with Quan Jingwu’s deep voice.

Jian Qing, holding a large bath towel, walked into the bathroom and saw Quan Jingwu grabbing Seventeen’s round little body. She stepped forward and wrapped the little guy in the large bath towel.

“Mommy, kiss,” Seventeen’s wet hair dripping with water, his jelly-like lips puckered, and while Quan Jingwu wasn’t paying attention, he planted a kiss on Jian Qing’s lips.

“Hehe.”

Jian Qing looked at him with a laugh and a cry, carrying him out.

The air conditioning was on in the room, Jian Qing wrapped him tightly with the large bath towel, put him on the bed, and quickly pulled over the blanket to cover him.

“Seventeen, be good and don’t move, Mommy will get your clothes.”

Seventeen watched Jian Qing walking towards the wardrobe, his little arms fluttering as he threw off the blanket, his fair little body exposed to the air.

He flipped over, slid off the bed skillfully, and when Jian Qing turned around with the clothes, she saw the little fellow running around naked on the carpet, her lips twitched.

“Seventeen, come here, Mommy will dress you.”

Seventeen, holding a toy car, gave her a grin and then ran off toward the sofa.

“Seventeen, you little rascal!”

Jian Qing put the clothes on the bed and quickly walked over to catch a certain little dumpling.

The little guy’s small arms and short legs were no match for Jian Qing, and in not too long, she easily caught the little fellow and gently patted his little bottom.

“Mommy, car.”

He offered the toy car to Jian Qing like a treasure, his smile curving his eyes, his usually not-so-easy-to-cuddle self now charmingly begging for affection, an effect just as pleasing as Nineteen’s.

“You!”

Perhaps because of the bond of blood, in just one day, Jian Qing had already closed the distance with the two little treasures, as if she had never once forgotten them.

She sat on the edge of the bed, reached for the clothes, and helped Seventeen put them on—a warm yellow tiger pajama that she had picked out from the wardrobe at a glance.

After much effort, Jian Qing finally managed to get Seventeen into the pajamas, put on his hat, and smiled in satisfaction.

The tiger onesie pajamas, worn on Seventeen, swayed adorably, the smile never leaving Jian Qing’s lips.

Quan Jingwu came out holding Nineteen and saw Seventeen’s pajamas, his deep red lips forming a perfect curve.

“Does it look good?” Jian Qing asked.

He nodded, “It looks good.”

“Come here, Nineteen, Mommy will dress you too.” Jian Qing reached out to take Nineteen, Quan Jingwu, having gotten all wet while bathing the two little treasures, reassured of Nineteen, and went back to the bathroom with a change of clothes.

Jian Qing picked up another set of tiger pajamas to dress Nineteen, and in no time, a freshly baked “little tiger” number two appeared.

Jian Qing placed the two little treasures on the bed, dried their hair, and Seventeen and Nineteen jovially rolled around on the bed.

In the light, the two “little tigers” rolled together, their delicate little faces captivating Jian Qing’s gaze,

She sat cross-legged to the side, watching them, occasionally tickling the little treasures, causing them to embrace and dodge together.