Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 997 - 997 983 Father-in-law and Son-in-law Communication (3)

Chapter 997: 983, Father-in-law and Son-in-law Communication (3) Chapter 997: 983, Father-in-law and Son-in-law Communication (3) Mo Xiao couldn’t help but laugh softly as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, “So, you’re fated to be my wife, the mother of my children.”

“Hehe.” Jian Wei leaned into his embrace, laughing contentedly.

“The water will get cold soon. Let’s wash up first, then go eat,” Mo Xiao said as he lifted her into his arms, with Jian Wei wrapping her arms around his neck without any hesitation.

“Major sir, I’m in your capable hands.”

Mo Xiao nuzzled her forehead lightly. “It’s no trouble. A promise of oneself is plenty.”

“Okay, that sounds like a fair deal,” Jian Wei chimed in with a smile.

They exchanged a smile, their understanding the same as in the beginning.

Meanwhile

In the bathroom, a water fight was unfolding.

Jian Qing, holding a large bath towel, walked into the bathroom and saw the three jubilant father and sons, her mouth twitching slightly.

The entire bathroom floor was soaking wet.

The two little ones were naked and pink, with unrinsed shampoo bubbles on their heads, running around the bathroom like headless flies.

And the biggest culprit was Quan Jingwu.

He sat leisurely on a small stool, holding a shower head and constantly shooting warm jets of water at the two little ones.

“Mommy, help.”

As soon as Seventeen saw Jian Qing come in, he hurried to her side for shelter.

Jian Qing quickly shut the door to prevent the chilled air from the air conditioning from seeping in and cooling the little one.

She wrapped Seventeen in the towel, covering his soft pale body, then lifted him and shot Quan Jingwu a very inelegant eye roll.

“Jingwu, is it fun picking on your own son?”

Quan Jingwu’s lips quirked, “It’s not bad.”

“…”

Jian Qing was speechless.

“Mommy, Daddy’s bad.” Nineteen ran over, his chubby hands wiping the water droplets on his face, accusing Quan Jingwu of his misdeeds.

Jian Qing placed Seventeen into the bathtub, then picked up Nineteen and put him inside as well.

Then she turned around and rather “domineeringly” snatched the shower head from Quan Jingwu’s hand.

“Jingwu, did you hear that? Your own son is complaining about you.”

Quan Jingwu stretched out his strong arm and effortlessly pulled her into his embrace, a mischievous smile spreading across his face, “I didn’t hear, maybe you should say it again.”

“Get lost,” Jian Qing muttered under her breath.

“Dear, it’s not nice to use bad words in front of the kids,” Quan Jingwu said as he lowered his head, their faces just inches apart and about to kiss.

Jian Qing smirked, “And do you know, it’s also not nice to act indecently in front of your children?”

“No, I am improving their emotional intelligence,” Quan Jingwu said, dead serious.

His seriousness nearly convinced Jian Qing of his twisted logic.

Trying to reason with his wicked sense of humor was futile.

Jian Qing raised the shower head in her hand, aiming it at his handsome face.

Quan Jingwu didn’t dodge, letting the water splash onto his face.

“Mommy, awesome,” Seventeen cheered from the edge of the bathtub, unable to contain his laughter.

Quan Jingwu glanced at the two enthusiastic little ones, then shifted his gaze to the person in his arms. His purple eyes deepened as he lifted her and placed her directly into the bathtub.

“Ah, Quan Jingwu!”

As the shower head fell into the tub, she clung to his collar while Quan Jingwu fell into the bathtub, squishing the two little ones into a corner.

The two little ones, unsteady, wobbled and sat down in the tub.

“Splash—”

The family of four crammed into the bathtub, creating big splashes of water.

“Quan Jingwu, you’re so heavy!” Jian Qing complained as she pushed against the man on top of her. Quan Jingwu smiled and leaned in even closer.

“Get up quickly, or Seventeen and Nineteen will catch a cold.”

Quan Jingwu glanced to the side, the two little ones looking at them curiously.

“Let them sleep on their own tonight,” he suggested opportunistically.

Jian Qing instantly understood his innuendo and immediately vetoed it without a second thought, “No, they’re still little.”

“They didn’t sleep with us even when we were in Beijing,” Quan Jingwu reminded.

Jian Qing said, “Anyway, it’s not happening.”

“Then let them sleep with Jian Luo,” Quan Jingwu suggested.

Jian Qing gave him a sidelong glance, “Then you go convince Black Jack first.”

If Black Jack agreed, that would truly be a sight to see.

“You said it,” Quan Jingwu agreed cheerfully.

Jian Qing nodded, and Quan Jingwu, unusually decisive, got up from her and picked up Seventeen to help him rinse the foam from his hair.

Jian Qing looked at him suspiciously, then picked up Nineteen and started to bathe him, still puzzled about what Quan Jingwu was really up to.

At night, the lights of the Manor were dazzling.

Walking through the stairways, Jian Qing could hear the laughter and joyful voices from the living room.

On the couch, Jian Luo sat beside Jian Wei, and whatever he said kept a smile on Jian Wei’s face the whole time.

“Great-grandpa!”

Nineteen climbed out of Jian Qing’s arms and ran excitedly into Old Master Jian’s embrace.

“Oh, my little great-grandson!” Old Master Jian picked up Nineteen and nibbled his delicate little face twice.

“Hungry or not, hmm?”

“Hungry, Nineteen’s tummy hungry,” said Nineteen with his soft and adorable voice.

Old Master Jian affectionately stroked his little head and turned to Uncle Qin beside him, “Inform the kitchen that we can start dinner.”

“Yes.”

“Seventeen, come here, let Grandma hold you.” Jian Wei’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Seventeen, and her gentle voice made Mo Xiao feel a bit jealous.

Quan Jingwu put down Seventeen, who climbed into Jian Wei’s arms as if he’s done it a thousand times before.

Jian Luo glanced at Mo Xiao and smirked, “Dad, looks like your position in mom’s heart is sliding further back.”

Bold of him to tease, his courage had gotten plump.

Mo Xiao reached out to give him a noogie, but Jian Luo ducked away, “You brat!”

“Mom, Dad’s gonna hit me.” Jian Luo became addicted to complaining, determined to walk down the path of tricking his dad to the bitter end.

A light glance from Jian Wei swept over, and Mo Xiao immediately retracted his hand, scratching his head, “Weiwei, don’t listen to his nonsense—he just had some messy hair, I was helping him straighten it out.”

Jian Wei chuckled lightly, “I didn’t say anything, why the rush?”

“…” Mo Xiao pretended to vomit blood.

How does one deal with a wife who favors her son and bullies him?

Online waiting, extremely urgent.

Black Jack looked at the scheming smile in Jian Luo’s eyes and couldn’t help but smile indulgently.

The next second, Mo Xiao’s glare was thrown his way.

Black Jack touched his nose, with an innocent expression.

Father-in-law and son-in-law communicated with their eyes.

Mo Xiao frowned, “Aren’t you going to take your little ancestor away yet?”

Black Jack shrugged, “Father-in-law, I’m henpecked.”

Mo Xiao, “What use are you then?”

Black Jack, “That’s your son.”

Mo Xiao shifted his gaze away and silently made his escape.

With his wife there, taking his son away, he was afraid of being sent to sleep in the Study Room.

A wide noodle of melancholy remained in his heart—yes, he was henpecked too…

In the dining room, Old Master Jian sat at the head of the table, and everyone else randomly chose a spot to sit.

The two little treasures were seated in baby chairs, with Servants responsible for feeding them.

Today was such a happy day that Old Master Jian brought out his treasured wine, intending to drink until he dropped.

He had just poured a glass when Jian Qing took the bottle away.

“Grandpa, only one glass,” she said.

The smile on Old Master Jian’s face froze, his eyes filled with a mournful look as he gazed at Jian Qing, “Little Qingqing, one more glass?”

Jian Qing shook her head firmly and handed the wine to Bai Jue, “No.”