NOVPUBChapter 367: 353, Grandpa Jing is Heartbroken (2)_1
Chapter 367: 353, Grandpa Jing is Heartbroken (2)_1
Entering the bedroom, he lifted her into the bathroom.
With the flick of a switch, the bathtub began to fill with water, steam swirling around.
Quan Jingwu took off her clothes and placed her in the bathtub. Then, he also undressed and stepped into the tub.
As they both entered the tub, water overflowed from it.
He reached out his sturdy arm, pulling her towards him, his fingers gently pinching her chin to lift her head to meet her hollow gaze, his murderous aura uncontrollably seeping out.
He regretted, regretted letting her visit the An family’s old mansion today.
What exactly had the An family done to his precious girl?
He raised his hand and stroked her pale face, his thin lips touching her beautiful eyes, “Good girl, I’m here.”
Without any unnecessary words, the short statement was filled with his unique tenderness towards her.
A trace of fluctuation flashed through Jian Qing’s dull eyes, but soon, it returned to calm.
Quan Jingwu hurriedly cleaned the two of them, then grabbed a bath towel, wrapped her in it, and carried her out of the bathroom.
He grabbed the remote control and turned on the heat in the room.
Then, carrying her to the bed, he lifted the covers and placed her inside.
Just as he was about to leave, a soft little hand grabbed his.
He turned around, meeting her gaze, her clear eyes showing dependence on him.
“Don’t leave.”
After returning, she spoke for the first time.
Quan Jingwu leaned down to hold her hand, freeing his other hand to pinch her cheek, “I’m going to get clothes, I’m right here.”
Hearing him, she slowly released her hand.
He rose to his feet, walking briskly to the closet, retrieved two robes, and returned.
He casually put on the robe, then sat on the edge of the bed, holding her in his arms, unraveling the towel on her body, and helping her put on the robe.
Jian Qing leaned on him, letting him dress her and dry her hair.
After drying her hair halfway, Quan Jingwu threw down the towel and slipped under the covers with her.
Jian Qing’s cheek was pressed against his chest, her arms around his waist, not saying a word.
“Good girl, can you tell me what happened, okay?” As he stroked her not-yet-dry hair, he softly asked.
Jian Qing’s curly eyelashes trembled lightly as she nuzzled into his arms.
After a while, her murmuring voice sounded from his arms.
“An Zhe, he is Luoluo’s and my father.”
Quan Jingwu’s purple eyes suddenly darkened, his eyebrows furrowing.
An Zhe.
An Chong’s elder brother?
So, it was because of this that his precious girl ended up in this state.
“Xiaojing, I’m so tired.” She closed her eyes, hiding the complex emotions in them.
He tightened his arms that were wrapped around her, bending his head to lightly kiss her hair, “If you’re tired, get a good sleep. I’ll be with you.”
She nodded almost imperceptibly.
Noticing the person in his arms’ breath becoming slower, Quan Jingwu reached out to gently stroke her face, a chilly expression appearing in his eyes.
“Good girl, anyone who makes you sad, I will definitely make them pay.”
With one arm around her and a phone in the other hand, he sent out a text message.
Outside the window, the sky was gloomy, and the rain was still falling gradually.
The truth was revealed, but it was so cruel.
When An Zhonghui and An Yun came home, they noticed that something was off in the atmosphere of the house.
An Yu pulled An Yun aside and told him what had happened in the afternoon.
After listening, An Yun was also shocked.
He glanced at the ugly expressions on the faces of An Rong and the others in the living room, lowering his voice, “Are you serious?”
So, Jian Qing and her brother were not half-siblings to them.
An Yu nodded, “Great-Grandfather personally admitted.”
“Where are mom and dad?” He asked.
He hadn’t seen his parents since he got home.
“Dad went out, mom has been in her room and hasn’t come out.” An Yu said.
Hearing this, An Yun’s heart sank, his gaze shifting upward to the upstairs.
In the bedroom, Zhao Xuan sat in front of the dressing table.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she laughed at herself in mockery.
If Jian Qing and her brother weren’t An Chong’s children, then what was all her scheming for?
She laughed, after all the twists and turns, she could only conclude that it served Yun Xi right.
If it wasn’t for her delusion to be the third party between her and An Chong, she wouldn’t have targeted her.
Everything was her own doing, it had nothing to do with her.
Yes, that’s right, she did nothing wrong, it was Yun Xi’s fault.
She had made too many enemies, she just took advantage of the situation and helped that person out, it could only be said that it was Yun Xi’s fate.
Thinking about this, a touch of crazed laughter flashed in Zhao Xuan’s eyes.
“Knock knock knock!”
The sound of knocking was heard, and Zhao Xuan tamed the laughter on her face, reverting to her usual calm.
“Come in.”
When the brother and sister duo An Yun and An Yu entered the room and saw her sitting at the dressing table, they couldn’t help but be taken aback.
She was so calm, it was somewhat abnormal.
“Mom, are you okay?”
An Yu walked over and affectionately held her hand.
Zhao Xuan patted the top of her head, speaking gently, “Why would I have anything wrong? Don’t think too much.”
An Yu forced a smile, “Brother and I were worried about you, so we came to check.”
An Yun looked at Zhao Xuan with a probing gaze, seeing her calm and unaffected appearance, he felt puzzled.
“You two stop thinking too much. I’m fine,” said Zhao Xuan.
“Mom, when Dad—” An Yu stuttered, afraid of upsetting her.
Zhao Xuan glanced at her, knowing what she wanted to say and interrupted her, “Your dad is in a bad mood and went out for a few days. Don’t worry, he’ll be back.”
Hearing her say that, An Yu and An Yun didn’t ask any more.
“Mom, do you think Uncle will recognize Jian Qing since she is his daughter?” An Yu changed the subject, asking.
What she was most concerned about right now was this. Great-Grandfather had always been partial to Jian Qing. If her uncle also indulged her, wouldn’t she be forever outdone by that wretch Jian Qing?
She was not content to think about it.
Zhao Xuan coldly smiled, “Yu, don’t provoke Jian Qing over the next period. Regardless of whether your uncle recognizes her as his daughter, they are still father and daughter. Your uncle has always been very protective.”
This was completely different from An Chong.
It was evident from the moment Jian Qing arrived at the old mansion this morning that An Zhe was very special to Jian Qing. Now that he knows Jian Qing is his daughter, considering his temperament, he would only be even more protective of Jian Qing. They would gain nothing from confronting Jian Qing head-on right now.
Smart people should learn to seize the moment, not crack a nut with a rock.
“I got it.” An Yu lowered her head, grumbling discontentedly.
“Alright, go downstairs. You should go and comfort your grandmother a bit,” said Zhao Xuan.
Following her, An Yu and An Yun went downstairs together.
…
The fourth floor was still silent.
Xing Sen and Ning Feng stood at the entrance, seeming indecisive.
“Do you think we should go in and check him? If our master…”
Xing Sen scratched his hair in frustration, but before he could finish his sentence, he was thumped by Ning Feng.
“What are you thinking? Does the master seem like the kind of person who would give up easily?”
