Chapter 134 - 134 134 No One Understands a Child Like His Mother

Chapter 134: 134, No One Understands a Child Like His Mother (Part 3)_1 Chapter 134: 134, No One Understands a Child Like His Mother (Part 3)_1 His words were still in the air when his large hand gripped the back of her head and a fiery kiss ensued, as if the air between their chests was being squeezed out.

Not far away, Snowball saw the two people kissing on the sofa, shook its fluffy head, then turned to continue gnawing at the meat, its butt facing them.

The golden radiance, filtering through the floor-to-ceiling window, softly fell on the two, embracing on the sofa. The sight was thrilling and yet, made one hesitant to interrupt.

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The curtain fell, under a moonlit, star-sparse sky.

The Quan Family had a lively day today, with the return of Quan Hao and his wife, who had long been absent from Beijing. The happiest folks were undoubtedly the senior Mr. and Mrs. Quan.

With the return of their son and daughter-in-law, Mrs. Quan senior was busy all morning and even cooked the dinner herself.

“Uncle, aunt!”

Quan Mingxuan and Quan Yifei greeted warmly when they saw the two descending the stairs.

“It hasn’t been long, and Feifei has become even more beautiful!” The woman speaking had a smile in her purple eyes, and her noble and ethereal demeanor was highlighted by her lilac-colored long dress. Her movements exuded elegance, a delight to the eyes.

“Aunt, you’re teasing me again.” Quan Yifei smiled as the woman sat down next to her.

“It’s you, aunt, who is truly beautiful.”

This comment wasn’t just to flatter her, as her aunt’s beauty was extraordinary, with their brother being the perfect example.

“Oh my, just listen to how sweet our Feifei’s words are.” The woman patted Quan Yifei’s head, then looked at her husband.

“Ahao, you should learn something.”

Quan Mingxuan and Quan Yifei exchanged glances, choosing to remain silent, while quietly enjoying the scene.

Quan Hao’s butt had scarcely warmed the seat when he heard his wife’s words. His face, somewhat resembling Quan Jingwu’s, displayed a slight sense of helplessness, with a hint of unnoticeable indulgence.

“Yes, yes, you’re right. I’ll learn.”

“Perfunctory.” The woman snorted.

“Rhee, why isn’t that boy Jingwu back yet, you said he was on today’s flight, didn’t you?” The first step to appease his wife was changing the subject and using their son as a shield.

Reminded by her husband, Rhee Holfit suddenly remembered the most important reason for their return.

She looked around, but didn’t find her icy son.

“Aunt, you don’t need to look, Jingwu didn’t return to the mansion.” Quan Mingxuan spoke up.

Rhee turned her head towards him, her beautiful eyes expressing confusion, “I told him that his father and I would return today. Has that boy forgotten?”

“Err… well.” Quan Yifei scratched her head, unsure of what to say and tugged at Quan Mingxuan.

“Brother, you tell her.”

Quan Hao’s gaze alternated between Quan Mingxuan and Quan Yifei, waiting undisturbed for their response.

“What are you two scheming?”

Quan Mingxuan cleared his throat and turned to Quan Hao. “Uncle, did you not hear about recent events in Beijing while you were in the troops?”

“What?” Quan Hao asked. When he wasn’t with the troops, he was vacationing with his wife; he didn’t have the interest for petty gossip.

“About Jingwu having a girlfriend.” Quan Mingxuan explained.

“I’ve heard a bit.” He learned of this from his wife the day before; disbelief was his initial reaction.

“So, that brat went to see his girlfriend as soon as he got off the plane, neglecting his dad and me?” Knowing their son better than anyone, Rhee was somewhat amused.