Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Quan Jingwu knelt down, put his arms around her, and whispered in her ear, "Baby, you still have me!"

"Xiao Jing!"

She turned around and buried herself in his arms, hiding her tears.

An Zhonghui and his party knelt beside the bed, their sobs echoing in the room.

Suddenly, the room was filled with sadness.

Busy with the affairs behind Mr. An's death, Quan Jingwu's family of four did not return home until evening. The two little treasures were left to Rui Yi and Mrs. Quan to take care of. Quan Jingwu took Jian Qing back to the house to rest first.

"Oh, a good person just left like this." Mrs. Quan sighed softly, feeling a little regretful.

Wen Ya nodded and sighed, "That Zhao Xuan is really harmful to people. His snake-like heart makes people shudder."

If Zhao Xuan hadn't poisoned Mr. An, Mr. An would have lived for a few more years, and he wouldn't have died so soon.

"How is girl Qing?" Mr. Quan looked at Rui Yi with a heavy expression.

"Mrs. An just left, and she must be in a bad mood. When she came back, she was very haggard. Jingwu went back to her room with her to rest." Rui Yi said warmly, hugging Shi Qi.

"As soon as Uncle An leaves, the news will spread tomorrow." Mr. Quan stroked his beard and said thoughtfully, "I'm afraid the muddy waters in the capital will become unstable again."

Old Mrs. An can be said to be the "anchor of the An family". Once he leaves, the situation in the capital may start to change again. Once Old Mrs. An falls, the Chu family is most likely to step on the An family to consolidate its foundation.

When the others heard this, they couldn't help but sigh.

The soft light reflects brilliant colors and scatters in every corner of the room.

On the comfortable sofa, the woman sat hugging her knees. She lowered her head and reflected the box of beautifully packaged chocolates in her eyes.

Quan Jingwu opened the door and came in, holding a glass of milk in his hand. His eyes fell on the woman's slender back, and he frowned slightly.

He closed the door and walked over.

Hearing the footsteps behind her, Jian Qing's eyes were calm and she remained still.

Quan Jingwu put down the milk, and a pair of strong arms went around her and pulled her into his arms, "Baby, you haven't eaten all day, drink some milk, okay?"

Jian Qing shook her head, reached for the box of chocolates, and finally spoke, "My mother didn't let Luoluo and I eat too much ice cream and snacks when we were young, but every time my great-grandpa came, he would always give it to us secretly. Buy, he always prepares gifts for us on Christmas, our birthdays, and New Year. He told me that he would watch Seventeen and Nineteen grow up, how could he break his promise, how could he..."

As she talked about the latter part, moisture filled her eyes, and Jin Doudou, who had endured it for a day, kept falling like a broken pearl.

Cool crystal drops fell on the back of his hand, burning his heart. Quan Jingwu walked around in front of her, stretched out his big hand, and pushed her into his arms.

"Xiao Jing, he doesn't mean what he says, he doesn't mean what he says..." Jian Qing buried herself in his chest, letting go of her strength in front of outsiders, only showing her rare vulnerability in front of him.

She had obviously promised her, how could she not fulfill her promise? How could she not?

Quan Jingwu raised his hand and stroked her black hair, a bit of heartache flashed between his cold brows, "Baby, I'm here, and I will always be by your side, forever."

A low, deep voice comforted her softly.

Jian Qing grabbed his collar, tears flowing freely.

The long night is destined to be sleepless.

Sure enough, the news of Mr. An's death spread throughout the capital the next day. News of his death appeared on the front pages of TV and online newspapers. The whole capital was shaken by the news, and people who were dissatisfied with the An family behind the scenes even made plans. Snap.

After the death of Mrs. An, the status of the An family in the capital is in jeopardy. Although An Zhonghui and An Chong are supporting them, it is not as good as the days when Mr. An was around. The Chu family and the An family have been well matched over the years. Now that Mr. An is gone, Maybe the Chu family will take this opportunity to overpower the An family, and other aristocratic families in the capital will also take the opportunity to re-choose their faction.

Just when everyone was planning to watch the fire from across the bank, Mo Xiao's appearance made those who originally wanted to side with the Chu family hesitate. Although Mo Xiao had not often appeared in the capital in recent years and he was not a showy person, everyone had some deep feelings. What's more, his daughter is the president of the Jane Group, and his son is the famous March. His two children are his greatest capital. In addition, his son-in-law is Quan Jingwu. These three giant Buddhas are enough to intimidate many people. .

But having said that, it is no longer a secret that the Jian Qing siblings are at odds with the An family. It is hard to say whether they will side with the An family, so those who want to choose a camp are a little hesitant, for fear of offending either side. .

At the funeral of Mr. An, almost all the famous families in China gathered. Jian Qing and his party came early in the morning, and the two little treasures were also brought.

Wearing identical little white clothes, the two little treasures immediately grabbed everyone's attention as soon as they appeared on the stage.

"Seventeen, nineteen, remember your great-great-grandfather. He loved you very much." Jian Qing touched Seventeen's little head, her eyes fell on the peaceful old man in the coffin, and her eyes felt a little sore.

"Eaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah" Seventeen and Nineteen reached out their little hands and held on to the edge of the coffin. Their clear eyes looked at the old man lying inside in confusion.

In their young hearts, they didn't know that Mr. An had left them, and thought that Mr. An was just asleep.

Seeing that Mrs. An ignored them for a long time, Shi Qi turned his head and looked at Jian Qing, his red mouth curled downwards, his expression showing a bit of resentment.

"Seventeen, be good, great-great-grandfather is too tired, let him have a good rest!" Jian Qing held his little hand and said softly.

Shiqi nodded her little head as if understanding. Jian Qing handed it to Quan Jingwu and reached out to hold Old Mrs. An's skinny hand. The cold temperature made her heart tingle.

"Sister, please burn some incense."

Jian Luo raised his hand and pressed her shoulder, speaking in a low voice.

"Um."

After Jian Qing and others from the An family offered incense, people from the Quan family also came forward to offer incense, and then the guests also came forward to offer incense.

When the coffin was sealed in the afternoon, the atmosphere became increasingly heavy. Jian Qing hugged Qi Qi and couldn't bear to look away. Quan Jingwu looked sideways at her and put his arm around her shoulders.

Seventeen looked at the scene of the coffin being sealed, and his black and gilded eyes suddenly condensed with mist. His fleshy little hand stretched out in the direction of Mrs. An, waving it constantly, as if he didn't want anyone to seal the coffin.

Although they only got along for a short time, it did not hinder the relationship between the two little guys and the old man. Although the child was young, they actually knew who was really good to him.

"Wow wow wow..."

"Seventeen, don't cry." Jian Qing saw the little guy crying, held his waving little hand, and comforted softly.