Chapter 717 - 717 703 Dog food sweeter than cotton candy (2)_1

Chapter 717: 703, Dog food sweeter than cotton candy (2)_1 Chapter 717: 703, Dog food sweeter than cotton candy (2)_1 “Come on, let’s go shopping for our son.” Jian Qing dragged him away from the baby girl section to prevent his persisting fixation on little dresses.

While choosing clothes for their boy, Quan Jingwu didn’t show much enthusiasm. He casually grabbed a few items and tossed them into the shopping cart.

Jian Qing watched his nonchalant behaviour with a speechless expression.

With her arms crossed, she leisurely watched him, speaking, “Xiaojing, I think I should take our son back to M Country. I wouldn’t want you to neglect him and hurt his feelings.”

Upon hearing this, Quan Jingwu raised his eyebrows and, with a gaze of his purple eyes, wrapped his large hand around her soft waist, pulling her into his arms.

“Who said I don’t love our son, huh?”

His voice was low and slightly hoarse.

The store’s customers had been furtively glancing at the two. At this scene, a few people instinctively gasped.

Whoosh.

In a corner not far away, Song Xirou watched them embracing intimately, almost crushing the handbag she held.

She bit her lip tightly as the taste of blood began to spread in her mouth.

Jingwu, why do you only have eyes for her, why?

“You were so serious choosing clothes for our daughter, but now you treat picking clothes for our son so casually,” Jian Qing complained.

A classic case of daughters being the apple of their parents’ eye, while sons are dismissed as unimportant.

“Did I?” Quan Jingwu denied, his voice tinged with laughter.

Jian Qing pinched his chin, “Of course, you did.”

Quan Jingwu: “Should I pick a few more carefully then?”

Jian Qing laughed softly, “That’s much better.”

After picking the clothes and leaving their address, the couple left.

Song Xirou watched the pair leave and hurriedly followed them.

“Xiaojing, could you get me a hot drink?” Jian Qing saw passers-by holding cold drinks and craved one, refusing to leave.

“I promise I’ll only drink a few sips.” Before he could refuse, she spoke with a soft entreaty.

Quan Jingwu, looking down into her bright eyes, was instantly defeated: “You stay here and wait for me, don’t wander off.”

“Okay.”

Watching Quan Jingwu walk into the shop, only then did Jian Qing withdraw her gaze, her eyes suddenly turning cold: “Is it fun following us around?”

Her voice was cold, carrying a hint of ridicule.

Jian Qing turned around as footsteps approached from behind. Looking up at the new arrival, she hooked her lips into a smirk.

“Song Xirou, long time no see. When did you become paparazzi, huh?”

“Jian Qing, you must be really pleased, now that you’re pregnant,” Song Xirou stood tall, not wanting to lose her composure in front of Jian Qing.

Jian Qing admitted, her expression smug: “Sorry, but I’ve always been pleased. Do you have a problem with that?”

“You…” Song Xirou saw her looking down on her and her anger stirred, but she somehow managed to suppress it.

“Jian Qing, God won’t always stand by your side. What doesn’t belong to you will eventually be reclaimed.”

“Ha!”

A cold laugh, tinged with a chilling air.

Jian Qing glanced at her, disdainful and contemptuous.

“Song Xirou, whether God stands by my side or not, I don’t care. But one thing I can assure you. God will certainly not stand by your side. After all, with a face as ugly as yours, He probably won’t be blind enough to favor you.”

“Jian Qing!” Song Xirou’s face turned red with anger. She pointed at her, unable to speak coherently.

Jian Qing cleaned her ears, her gaze sharp as she shot back: “Song Xirou, just because I haven’t acted against you, doesn’t mean I can’t. Remember, if I want to squash you, it’s a matter of minutes. If you truly piss me off, I’ll personally craft a nineteen-level hell for you, understand?”

Looking into her obsidian eyes, the hint of coldness made her catch her breath, as if someone were choking her.

“If you dare follow us again, I’ll make sure you’re carried away in an ambulance,” Jian Qing’s voice was cold. “Get lost.”

Domineering, prideful, and yet, there was no way to deny her.

Song Xirou glared at her, stamped her foot, and unwillingly left.

Before long, Quan Jingwu returned with the hot drink.

Jian Qing looked at what he was holding, her eyes shining like black obsidian, “Cotton candy!”

“Do you want some?” Quan Jingwu, using his height advantage, raised his hand out of her reach.

Jian Qing grabbed his hand, tugging hard: “I want.”

“You know what to do.” Quan Jingwu lowered his head, leaning his face toward hers.

Jian Qing looked at his handsome face near her and wrapped her arms around his neck, adroitly giving him a peck, “That should be enough, right?”

“Barely enough.”

Quan Jingwu saw her stretching to reach the candy and fearing she might hurt herself, gave her the cotton candy without teasing her further.

Jian Qing held the cotton candy, her eyes curved with joy.

Sweetness spread on her tongue as she tore off a piece of cotton candy and put it in her mouth.

“Xiaojing, you try.” She tore off a piece and brought it to his mouth.

Quan Jingwu’s eyes darkened, and he opened his mouth to eat the cotton candy she was feeding him, biting down on her fingers in the process.

To be precise, he was sucking on her fingers.

“Let go now, my fingers.” The warmth of his tongue wrapping around her fingers made Jian Qing’s cheeks burn.

“We’re being watched.”

Passersby stopped to watch the two, some even took out their phones and started taking photos.

Ever since they started dating, they had become trending topics, and probably everyone in Beijing recognized them.

They attracted as much attention as top-tier celebrities whenever they appeared in public.

Seeing her cheeks flushed, Quan Jingwu finally let her go. Jian Qing quickly retracted her fingers, glaring at him with feigned anger.

“Childish.”

“Come on, let’s go to Qianshi Restaurant for a meal.” Quan Jingwu took her hand, and as Jian Qing didn’t enjoy being gawked at, she quickened her pace to get away.

Before the two of them could reach Qianshi Restaurant, the photos taken by passers-by had already spread like wildfire.

In a private room, a mournful sound rang out.

A hearty voice tinged with a touch of resentment.

“Jingwu is too unscrupulous. Showing off their love all the time, don’t they know how to pity us singletons?”

Han Yue held his phone, nearly choking on his wine.

“What are you whining about?” Quan Mingxuan was sitting across from him, checking the report handed over by the manager, not even lifting his head.

“See for yourself.” Han Yue threw his phone at him and took another sip of his wine.

Quan Mingxuan caught the phone and took a glance. The screen showed Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu eating cotton candy. He chuckled.

No wonder they didn’t invite him along. It turned out the pair were on a date.

Such disloyalty.

Quan Mingxuan looked at the phone, his eyes flickering. Without a sound, he opened Han Yue’s mother’s avatar and quickly typed a message.