Chapter 867 - 867 853 Dont Just Let Her Make a Fuss (1)

Chapter 867: 853, Don’t Just Let Her Make a Fuss (1) Chapter 867: 853, Don’t Just Let Her Make a Fuss (1) Nineteen shook his little head, his fair little hand reaching out towards Jian Qing, waiting to be held.

Seeing her son’s delicate face screwed up into a ball, with tear streaks not yet dry, Jian Qing wished she could immediately fly back home. “Be good, Nineteen, and go home with Uncle obediently. Mommy will be back very soon.”

Having waited so long without being held by Jian Qing, Nineteen put his hand down, wiggled his little bottom, turned his little body around, and left Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu with the back of his head.

Humph, this baby is angry.

“Hehe!”

Jian Luo bowed his head, and from his angle, he could just see Nineteen’s tearful purple eyes. He chuckled softly, feeling both distressed and somewhat amused.

This little guy really is too clever!

On the other end of the video call, Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu exchanged a glance and the corners of their lips turned up in a similar curve.

“Sister, we’re almost there, let’s talk another time.” Jian Luo glimpsed the scenery outside the window, realizing they were nearly at the Quan family mansion during the chat.

“Mm.”

Not hearing Jian Qing’s voice, Nineteen’s little head stealthily turned back, and his teary purple eyes saw no Jian Qing or Quan Jingwu in the video, which made him unable to hold back his tears.

“Waaa…”

Mommy doesn’t love Nineteen anymore, doesn’t want Nineteen anymore.

“Nineteen, what’s wrong, hmm?” Jian Luo was startled, flustered in his attempts to soothe him, while still trying to make sure Seventeen wasn’t woken up by the noise.

Nineteen was so aggrieved that he couldn’t listen to Jian Luo’s coaxing, precious tears continued to fall, splashing onto Seventeen’s little face.

“Umm–”

Seemingly having heard Nineteen’s crying, Seventeen slowly woke up, his little mouth emitting a whimper, sleepily looking towards Nineteen, whose little face was red with crying.

Jian Luo, seeing Seventeen wake up, became distressed.

If even Seventeen started crying, what would he do? He couldn’t calm one down, he should have known better than to make that video call to his older sister.

“Seventeen, help Uncle soothe Nineteen, huh.” He carried a little treasure in each arm and spoke in a gentle voice.

“Luo Xiaobai, Seventeen can’t talk yet, how is he supposed to comfort him?” Black Jack looked up and glanced at the rearview mirror, seeing the situation in the back seat, and teased him.

“No shit, do you think I don’t know that?” Jian Luo glared at him annoyed, “Nineteen is crying non-stop now, if you’re so capable, you try to calm him.”

Although the two little treasures were young, Nineteen was always very attached to Seventeen. Usually, when Nineteen cried, comforting by others was no use, but as long as Seventeen held him and kissed him, Nineteen would stop crying.

Seventeen looked at the twitching Nineteen, his jelly-like little mouth opening and closing, uttering incomprehensible sounds.

Then, his chubby little hands touched Nineteen’s face, clumsily wiping his tears.

In the past, as long as Seventeen touched him, Nineteen would stop, but this time Nineteen was immersed in the grief that Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu didn’t love him. His tears, like pearls off a string, couldn’t be stopped.

Just then, the car smoothly entered the Quan family mansion.

In the quiet of the night, the sound of the sports car’s engine was very clear in the courtyard.

Before long, Rhee and others came out of the living room and saw Jian Luo’s car, hurrying to greet it.

Approaching, a burst of crying reached their ears, and Rhee and the others looked puzzled, instantly recognizing that it was Nineteen’s crying.

“How come Nineteen is crying like this late at night?” Quan Yifei scratched her head, completely baffled.

Black Jack stepped out of the car first, greeted Rhee and the others politely, and then opened the door to carry out Seventeen first.

“Why is Nineteen crying like this?” Rhee, seeing Nineteen crying, non-stop, on Jian Luo’s shoulder, felt extremely distressed.

“We just video called my sister. She didn’t hold him, so he’s like this,” Jian Luo explained helplessly.

That explained it, Rhee and the others suddenly realized.

No wonder he was crying his eyes out.

“Come here, Nineteen, let Grandma hold you.” Rhee stretched out her hands to hold Nineteen, gently stroking his back, and softly cooing, “Nineteen, don’t cry, okay? Mommy and Daddy will be back in a few days, and they love Nineteen the most.”

After crying for a while, Nineteen gradually stopped his tears, sniffling and hiccupping, much to the distress of Lady Quan and the others.

“Auntie, then we’ll be leaving first. We’ll come visit another day,” Jian Luo said.

Rhee replied, “All right, be careful on the road.”

After seeing off Jian Luo and the other, Rhee and Lady Quan carried the two little treasures back into the house, while Quan Yifei amused Nineteen on the side, though Nineteen seemed uninterested.

…

The scorching heat was unbearable, with oppressive and windless heat.

Ever since seeing the file bag that Old Master An secretly gave to Jian Qing, the tense atmosphere at the old An Family mansion hadn’t dissipated, starting with An Yu causing a small fuss, followed by An Rong, who came back to seek help from Old Master An with the cash flow issues of Yang Group only to be turned away, and Zhou Qi getting sick for several days out of anger from the differential treatment Old Master An showed toward Jian Qing and her brother, An Yu, and others.

In the courtyard, the chorus of cicadas was incessant, so loud that it could be heard all the way in the living room.

“No matter what, you have to save his life, no matter the cost,” Zhao Xuan stood behind a column, holding her phone, speaking in a hushed tone.

Xiang Cheng still had use to her; if he died, she would lose her leverage over An Man, and who knows, An Man might even blame Xiang Cheng’s death on her, which, in a moment of impulse, could lead to the revelation of the past events.

So now, no matter what, she had to ensure Xiang Cheng’s survival first.

“Second Master!”

At the doorway, a servant’s voice arose.

Zhao Xuan’s eyes darkened, and she hung up the phone, hiding the shadows in her eyes, and slowly stepped out from behind the column.

Her firm footsteps resounded as she looked up to see the man enter with a stern face, his formidable presence slightly reminiscent of An Zhonghui.

“Achong!”

She went up to meet him, taking the briefcase from his hand.

An Chong took off his suit jacket, casually threw it on the sofa, tugged at his tie, and then sat down on the couch.

He lifted his eyes to rub the center of his forehead, a hint of fatigue showing on his face.

“Where are Yuyu and the others?”

“Ayun went to the company, and Yuyu hasn’t come back these past few days,” Zhao Xuan sat beside him, and his rare concern for the two children brought a tender smile to her face.

“Yuyu isn’t that young anymore; don’t always let her have her way,” An Chong spoke in a deep voice, “With Elder Brother protecting Jian Qing and the others now, if Yuyu acts rashly and clashes with Elder Brother, no one will be able to help her when the time comes.”

Zhao Xuan looked down, her smile gradually stiffening, “Yuyu is upset because Old Master is too biased towards Jian Qing and the others. I’ll talk to her.”

“What Old Master wants to give to whom is his prerogative. As long as Yuyu behaves and doesn’t cause trouble, Old Master will give her what she’s due,” in the end, An Chong was the clear-headed one.

Of his two children, An Yun was more like him; even if Old Master favored Jian Qing and Jian Luo, he wouldn’t provoke them. But An Yu was different, being a girl with many thoughts and a strong sense of jealousy; a moment of impulse could easily lead to some trouble.