NOVPUBChapter 155: 155, Grandma and others will understand (4)_1
Chapter 155: 155, Grandma and others will understand (4)_1
Once they got back in the room, he placed her on his bed, switched on the air conditioner, covered her with the blanket, with Quan Jingwu moving carefully, afraid of waking her up.
“Xiaojing!”
The girl’s eyes were tightly closed, her murmurs fell into his ears, clear as a bell.
His slim fingertip lightly brushed her nose, he chuckled endearingly, and stole a quick kiss from her soft lips.
Jian Qing’s cell phone suddenly vibrated. Quan Jingwu reached out and took it. No note, an unknown number.
With the phone in hand, Quan Jingwu walked to the balcony by the floor-to-ceiling windows, answered the phone, but did not plan to speak first.
After a moment, the person on the other end of the line couldn’t stay silent and finally spoke, a gentle voice, “Miss Jian, this is Chu Yihen.”
In an instant, the temperature dropped on the balcony, and even the blazing sun could not melt the frost in his eyes.
Chu Yihen?
When did his treasure get to know Chu Yihen?
On the other end of the line, Chu Yihen spoke again, “Miss Jian, last time at the mall, it was Ruohan who was rude. I’d like to know when you are free so I can refund your money.”
In a flash, Quan Jingwu’s handsome face darkened, and his voice chilled, “Chu Yihen, when did you start working as a clerk?”
Chu Yihen leaned back in his office chair, the warmth in his eyes abruptly turned cold, “Quan Jingwu!”
Damn, why is he holding Jian Qing’s cell phone, are they together now?
“Chu Yihen, some people are beyond your reach, and you simply can not covet them.” Quan Jingwu said, nonchalantly.
“Hmph!” Chu Yihen laughed instead of getting angry, a mocking flash in his eyes, “Really? It seems the rumors are true, Mr. Jing really has someone he likes, this indeed makes me even more curious.”
Whatever he cared more about, he would snatch away. One day, he would prove to everyone that he, Chu Yihen, was no less than Quan Jingwu, in every aspect.
Quan Jingwu looked into distance through his plum-colored eyes, a golden warmth casting delicate shadows under his eyelids, “Chu Yihen, my woman is not one for others to covet, don’t overplay your hand.”
Chu Yihen sneered, “Hmph, who she belongs to is yet to be determined, after all, people are capricious.”
Quan Jingwu’s thin lips curved into an ambiguous smile as he ended the call, then opened the camera feature on the phone, took a random shot of the scenery in the Quan Family mansion, and sent it.
Seeing the message sent successfully on the screen, Quan Jingwu deleted Chu Yihen’s phone number and returned to his room.
The mood to work on office documents was gone. He put down his cell phone and sat on the bed, watching her sleep.
He held her hand, peeking out from under the blanket. Her palm was soft and white, her fingers slender, her nails rounded and neat, glowing with a rosy luster. Holding her hand was soft, as if it would shatter with a hard grip.
This hand could only be held by him, if anyone else dared to covet even a little bit, he would not show mercy.
Meanwhile, the call had ended. Chu Yihen had no intention of calling back, and in a short while heard a notification sound from his cellphone.
Opening the screen, a picture popped up: the courtyard garden, and not too far away, the guards.
He recognized the place as the old Quan Family mansion at a glance.
He had been to that place once or twice when old man Quan had his birthday. Besides, not all places could afford those special bodyguards.
So, what was Quan Jingwu trying to tell him?
Had he taken Jian Qing to meet his parents?
Or was he afraid that he would snatch her away, so he deliberately sent this picture to show off?
Either way, he didn’t care. She was the one he had decided to snatch.
In Chu Yihen’s mind, love didn’t care about who came first, and even if they were to marry, isn’t there still such a thing as divorce?
It seems that Quan Jingwu cared about Jian Qing more than he had imagined which made things more interesting, right?
… 𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝙤𝙢
As evening came, when Jian Qing woke up, she heard a drizzle outside the window, fine as cow hair, invisible, intangible.
The room was lit with a soft light, sitting up in bed, she scanned the room but found no familiar figure.
“Xiaojing!”
She slid out of bed, walking barefoot on the floor. The cool marble floor sobered her immediately.
Pushing open the slightly ajar door, Quan Jingwu walked in with a cup of milk, his eyes falling on her bare feet, he frowned.
“Hurry back to bed, don’t let yourself catch a cold.”
The air conditioner had been running all afternoon, the icy chill spreading throughout the room, making it very easy to catch a cold.
“Oh.” Jian Qing obediently nodded her head and crawled back under the covers.
“Xiaojing, why didn’t you wake me up?”
She had not been able to wake up the first time she visited someone’s house and it was quite embarrassing to sleep until now.
“Have some milk.” Quan Jingwu handed her the milk, his voice was soft, “Don’t rush, grandma and the others will understand.”
Jian Qing choked a bit on the milk, “…”
Why did she feel a little strange hearing him say that?
Understand what?
Without mentioning the phone call from Chu Yihen, after she finished her milk, he helped her into her shoes, and they went downstairs together.
The weather outside was gloomy, with the rain drizzling ceaselessly. The warm light inside the house added a particularly cozy feel to the atmosphere, and the aroma of food filled the air.
Jian Qing went downstairs and saw the people chatting in the living room, and suddenly felt what a family should feel like.
In the past, there was only her and Luoluo in the manor, and grandpa. Even though they were not lonely, there was still an indescribable feeling of emptiness.
“Little Qingqing has woken up, quickly come over and sit down, we can eat dinner soon.” Rhee patted an empty spot, beckoning Jian Qing over.
Jian Qing had just sat down when Rhee gave her a small cake, “This is made by auntie, you can try it.”
Jian Qing looked at the exquisite little cake in her hand and suddenly felt like she was a failure in the culinary arts, she couldn’t help but exclaim, “Auntie, it would be a waste if you don’t become a pastry chef.”
“Pff!” Rhee was amused by her, and giggled, “Little Qingqing is smart. If you want to learn, auntie will teach you.”
“Um, that…” Jian Qing’s smile stiffened, “No need for that, me and the kitchen are incompatible.”
Quan Jingwu glanced at her, a hint of amusement streaked through his eyes.
Rhee couldn’t stop laughing, “Don’t underestimate yourself. You’re so smart, how could you not learn it? One day, auntie will teach you, I guarantee you’ll pick it up in no time.”
Jian Qing felt awkward, why was it that nobody believed her when she was telling the truth?
In front of Xiaojing’s mother, if she blew up the kitchen, the scene was too frightening to even think about.
