Chapter 928 - 928 Daddy Cant Find Mommy Anymore (1)

Chapter 928: Daddy Can’t Find Mommy Anymore (1) Chapter 928: Daddy Can’t Find Mommy Anymore (1) Quan Jingwu looked down at the two little treasures in the video, especially seeing Seventeen’s brows and eyes that resembled Jian Qing’s, and Nineteen’s little face that was the spitting image of Jian Qing’s. His heart, numb from pain, suddenly twisted into a knot, aching through and through.

My sweet treasures, we’re all waiting for you, where exactly are you?

Hearing the crying of the two little treasures, Jian Luo couldn’t help but walk over, snatch back the phone, and throw it to Black Jack, then grabbed him by the collar.

“Quan Jingwu, I am begging you, go back and see Seventeen and Nineteen. They’re the children my sister fought so hard to give birth to for you, you can’t be so heartless towards them.”

If his sister came back and knew the two little treasures were sick and feverish, she would feel guilty to death.

Quan Jingwu’s gaze trembled slightly, his eyes scanning the phone that Black Jack was holding, the words of the two little treasures crying and calling for daddy and mommy kept resounding in his ears.

He swallowed the sweet coppery taste in his throat, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gaze was calm, “Shen Hao, prepare the plane.”

Jian Luo was right, Seventeen and Nineteen were the darling treasures he had labored to bring into this world. They were their precious children; he couldn’t abandon them.

Shen Hao, who was also distressed for the two little treasures, upon hearing his words, hurriedly went to arrange for the plane.

Jian Luo breathed a sigh of relief, took back the phone, and busied himself comforting the two little treasures.

“Seventeen, Nineteen, don’t cry, okay? Your daddy is about to come back soon. Be good and go to sleep. You’ll be able to see daddy in the morning.”

“Jian Luo, we’ll talk when you get back, we’re going to give Seventeen and the others their medicine now,” Quan Mingxuan said.

Jian Luo responded with a hum, “Thank you for taking care of them. We’ll be on our way back to Beijing soon.”

Quan Mingxuan said okay and then hung up the video.

“Boss, the plane is ready,” Shen Hao came over and said.

Quan Jingwu spread open his hand, looking down at the bracelet in his palm, his eyes deep and inscrutable, revealing none of his emotions.

After a long while, he pocketed the bracelet, gazed deeply at the surging azure sea, and turned to walk towards the plane parked not far away.

“Let’s go.”

Leaving a part of their team still searching here, Quan Jingwu, Jian Luo, and the rest of their group boarded the plane, setting off for Beijing.

Early morning at the Quan Family’s old mansion was tranquil.

The first ray of dawn pierced through the mist, as the plane landed on the estate’s ground.

“Young Master Jing!”

The servants passing by greeted with respect as they saw the person alighting from the plane.

Quan Jingwu took a long stride, confidently walking into the living room, while Jian Luo and the others returned to Shijin Haoting to wash up and would come over later.

“Jingwu!”

The elderly Mrs. Quan, who had just come down from upstairs, saw the figure at the doorway. As he approached and she saw his haggard appearance, astonishment was unmistakable on her face.

“Grandma,” Upon entering the living room, Quan Jingwu immediately began searching for the two little treasures, “Where are Seventeen and the others?”

“They are still asleep in their room,” the old Mrs. Quan replied.

At her words, Quan Jingwu strode upstairs.

“Hey, Jingwu, don’t wake them up. They didn’t sleep well last night because of the fever; let them sleep longer,” the old Mrs. Quan advised.

Quan Jingwu hummed in acknowledgment, taking the stairs two or three at a time, his figure disappearing into the stairwell.

The bedroom door was ajar, Quan Jingwu gently pushed it open, stepping lightly into the room.

The wall lamps were still on, shedding a warm yellow light.

On the large bed, the two little treasures were snuggled up together in sleep, the fragmented sunlight casting over their chubby little faces, their ink-black lashes the envy of anyone.

Compared to Seventeen, Nineteen’s sleeping posture was always messy; the quilt had been kicked off, and one little foot was even sprawled across Seventeen’s body.

Quan Jingwu stood by the bed, looking at the delicate faces of the two little treasures, and the frost in his eyes melted away a bit.

He reached out, wanting to touch the cheeks of the two little treasures, but when he saw his own travel-worn clothes, his fingers stiffened in mid-air and slowly withdrew his hand.

He squatted down, watching the two little treasures quietly until his feet started to feel numb. Then, he stood up, took a set of clothes from the wardrobe, and turned towards the bathroom.

Shortly after, the sound of water echoed from the bathroom.

“Mmm—”

Seventeen’s upturned eyelashes trembled slightly as he raised his little chubby hand to rub his eyes and turned his head toward the person beside him, calling out softly and sweetly, “Nineteen.”

After calling twice, Nineteen struggled to open his eyes and looked at him with bleary sleepiness, “Seventeen, hug.”

Seventeen took his extended chubby hand and held him properly, the little treasures’ foreheads touched, and they opened their little mouths, revealing a long-missed smile.

“Seventeen, want Daddy.” Seeing Seventeen’s face, so similar to Quan Jingwu’s, Nineteen felt a bit melancholic.

Seventeen pouted his little mouth, holding him in silence.

He missed Mommy and Daddy too.

Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opened.

Seventeen and Nineteen turned their gaze toward the noise in unison.

Under the light, the man dressed in black casual wear, his ink-black hair still damp and disheveled, and his ice-hardened purple eyes softened when they met the two little treasures.

“Daddy!”

Upon seeing Quan Jingwu, the delicate eyes of the two little treasures brightened, shimmering with surprised joy.

“Daddy, Daddy…”

Seventeen flipped over, eager to climb down from the bed, but in his haste, his round little body tumbled downwards.

His little face turned pale with fright, but the next second, he fell into a warm embrace, as Quan Jingwu’s steady and strong arms held him, his large hand gently patting his back.

“Were you scared, hmm?”

The deep voice, as familiar as ever.

Seventeen nuzzled against Quan Jingwu, grinning foolishly, “Daddy.”

Looking at the little one’s dependent actions, Quan Jingwu inevitably thought of Jian Qing, his well-behaved treasure also liked to cling to him like this.

His gaze darkened, freeing a hand to check Seventeen’s forehead; he still had a slight fever.

“Daddy, hug, want a hug.”

Up on the bed, Nineteen shakily stood up, stretching out his little arms towards Quan Jingwu, his soft milky voice was irresistibly adorable.

Quan Jingwu held Seventeen with one hand and lifted Nineteen with the other, then sat down on the bed’s edge, both little treasures nestled quietly in his embrace, without cries or fuss.

Seventeen’s tender little hand clutched at Quan Jingwu’s collar, his little feet planted on his leg as he shakily stood up, pointing towards the door, “Daddy, Mommy, Seventeen is looking for Mommy.”

Meeting the expectant gazes of the two little treasures, Quan Jingwu’s eyes dropped low, “I’m sorry, Daddy didn’t keep the promise to you, Daddy can’t find Mommy anymore.”

The two little treasures were still young and didn’t quite understand Quan Jingwu’s words. Bound by a father-son connection, sensing Quan Jingwu’s depressed mood, the two little treasures also stopped making noise, only holding onto his clothes tightly, afraid of being abandoned again.

Rhee pushed the door open and entered, lifting his head to see Quan Jingwu sitting by the bed, with Seventeen and Nineteen quietly nestled in his arms.

In the past, this scene would have felt warm, but now without Jian Qing, seeing the three of them huddled together, it was all the more heartbreaking.