Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 951 - 951 937. The Shock of Elder Jian (4)

Chapter 951: 937. The Shock of Elder Jian (4) Chapter 951: 937. The Shock of Elder Jian (4) Hearing this, Jian Qing knit her brows, “No trace of where they fled to?”

“Our people chased them to M Country, and then we lost track of them.” As he said this, Jian Luo looked towards Quan Jing Wu, “Our people also discovered another group tracking Shen Yan, and all of Shen Yan’s bases in Y Country have been destroyed.”

Quan Jing Wu said indifferently, “I ordered it done.”

“Shen Yan isn’t a threat to us; it’s his brother, Shen Hua, who’s probably the one hiding the deepest,” Jian Luo analyzed.

This time, Shen Yan saved his sister, which was enough to show that Shen Yan didn’t harbor any ill intentions towards them. On the contrary, his brother Shen Hua was too mysterious; they couldn’t find any information on him whatsoever.

Jian Qing frowned, her memory loss meant she couldn’t remember who Shen Hua was. Without rooting out the enemy lurking in the dark, she couldn’t feel at ease.

Moreover, she particularly wanted to know the reason she had jumped off the cliff, her intuition told her that her jump might be related to Shen Hua, the one Jian Luo and the others spoke of.

“Come come, the weather is hot, everyone finish your mung bean soup and drive away the heat.” Grandmother Quan came over with a tray, smiling as she spoke.

“Thank you, Grandma Quan.” Jian Luo picked up a bowl of mung bean soup and thanked her warmly.

“Here, take this.” Quan Jing Wu picked up a bowl and handed it to Jian Qing, then took one for himself.

“Seventeen, Nineteen, Grandma has made you some milk, come over.” Rhee came over with bottles of prepared milk powder, laughing at the sight of the two little ones eagerly eyeing the mung bean soup in the adults’ hands.

At the mention of milk, the two little ones affectionately ran over to Rhee, each taking a bottle, then promptly sat down on the blanket.

Snowball lay beside them, like a guardian.

“Sister, Grandpa and Dad have all come, do you want to return to Shijin Haoting for a bit?” Jian Luo asked while sipping his mung bean soup.

Jian Qing put down her spoon and hummed in response, “I’ll go back with you folks in a bit.”

“I’ll accompany you,” Quan Jing Wu said.

“Hmm.”

Watching their harmonious interaction, Jian Luo smiled knowingly.

After finishing the mung bean soup, Jian Qing and Quan Jing Wu took the two little ones for a quick trip back to Shijin Haoting. Upon learning of their return, Grandpa Jian became restless, immediately taking a small stool and sitting at the door to wait.

As soon as the car stopped, Jian Qing, looking through the car window, saw Grandpa Jian sitting at the door, and a wave of warmth spread through her limbs at the sight of the small stool beneath him.

“Little Qingqing!”

As soon as Jian Qing opened the car door, Grandpa Jian came up to meet her, his agile stride not at all resembling that of an old man.

“Grandpa!”

Jian Qing got out of the car and gave Grandpa Jian a big hug.

“Grandpa, I’m sorry to have worried you.”

Grandpa Jian patted her back, his face still wearing its usual kindly smile, “What are you talking about, it’s good that you’re back.”

“Great-Grandpa!”

Seventeen and Nineteen got out of the car and hugged Grandpa Jian’s legs, one on each side.

Seeing the chubby little faces of the two little ones, Grandpa Jian’s heart melted.

He crouched down, wanting to lift one in each arm.

“Come here, Great-Grandpa will give you a hug.”

The combined weight of the two little ones was not insubstantial, and Grandpa Jian nearly couldn’t lift them, but fortunately, Mo Xiao was there to help, otherwise they would have certainly fallen.

“Old age can’t be defied,” Grandpa Jian said with a wistful smile.

Mo Xiao reached out to take Seventeen, “Dad, let me hold Seventeen.”

The group walked noisily into the house, with the two little ones clinging to Grandpa Jian, affectionately calling him ‘Great-Grandpa.’

“Qingqing!” Mo Xiao met Jian Qing’s gaze and said gently, “Luo Luo told me you’ve lost your memory, do you feel unwell anywhere else?”

Jian Qing looked at the man who was her biological father, saw the genuine concern in the depths of his eyes, and smiled faintly, “It’s nothing serious.”

Mo Xiao looked at his daughter, who seemed somewhat unfamiliar with him, and scratched his head in distress.

Just as he had finally recognized his daughter, she had become a stranger to him again in the blink of an eye. Why did fate always play such jokes on him?

“By the way, Luoluo, has the person who saved Little Qingqing been found yet?” Grandpa Jian played with the two little treasures, suddenly recalling this matter.

“Not yet, the person has run off.” Jian Luo said, without further explanation; he and his sister did not wish to worry Grandpa unnecessarily.

“Even the people from the Nether Army can’t find them?” Wrinkles creased Grandpa Jian’s face.

Jian Luo nodded.

“Do you know the name of that person? I can ask some of my old friends to inquire about it,” Grandpa Jian asked.

Jian Luo said, “Grandpa, don’t worry yourself about this, we will handle it.”

“Just tell me, you kids keeping me in the dark won’t put my mind at ease,” Grandpa Jian urged.

Jian Luo looked at Jian Qing, who nodded. He then said, “That person’s name is Shen Yan.”

“What did you say?”

Grandpa Jian’s body shook, and his gaze darted to Jian Luo, “Say that again, what’s the name of that person?”

“Grandpa, what’s wrong?” Jian Luo didn’t understand his grandpa’s excited reaction and asked in confusion.

Grandpa Jian said, “Never mind that for now, just tell me the person’s name.”

How could there be such a coincidence in this world—a person named Shen Yan who just happened to save Qingqing?

“Shen Yan,” Jian Luo repeated.

The others were also baffled by Grandpa Jian’s reaction.

“Grandpa, what’s the matter? Do you know that Shen Yan?” Jian Luo asked, looking into Grandpa Jian’s inscrutable eyes.

“Qingqing, how old would you say the person named Shen Yan who saved you is?” Grandpa Jian didn’t reply but instead turned his face to Jian Qing and asked urgently, seemingly seeking confirmation for something.

Jian Qing recalled Shen Yan’s appearance and said, “About the same age as my dad.”

Upon hearing this, Grandpa Jian’s lips trembled slightly, and he remained silent for a long time.

Could it really be him?

“Grandpa, what’s happening?” Jian Luo, seeing Grandpa Jian’s agitated state, quickly sat beside him and started patting his back to help him catch his breath.

“Wait a moment,” Grandpa Jian took out his mobile phone and swiftly dialed a number. Jian Luo caught sight of the phone number and a glint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Why is Grandpa calling Mr. Qin?

“Aqin, go to the study room and take down the photo album on the top shelf. Find Shen Yan’s picture, take a photo of it, and send it to my phone,” Grandpa Jian spoke in one breath as soon as the call connected.

Upon hearing this, Jian Qing and the others exchanged looks of bewilderment.

Ayan?

What’s going on here, does Grandpa Jian truly know Shen Yan?

After putting down the phone, Grandpa Jian appeared somewhat dazed.

“Grandpa, do you know Shen Yan?” Jian Luo asked again.

Grandpa Jian’s gaze was deep and inscrutable, and he stroked his beard, “I’m not sure if this Shen Yan is the person I know.”

In this world, there were many people with the same name and surname. If it was merely a coincidence, then so be it, but if they were really alive, he had to find them.

Jian Luo’s face showed surprise, “Grandpa, I’ve never heard you mention knowing someone named Shen Yan.”