Chapter 930 - 930 916 the one who should return will always return

Chapter 930: 916, the one who should return will always return (3) Chapter 930: 916, the one who should return will always return (3) “Be good, don’t be afraid, Daddy is all right,”

“Bai Jue, you must check on him,” Jian Luo said urgently, pulling Bai Jue over as she looked at the bloodstains on the ground that were not yet dry.

Bai Jue squatted down and reached out to Quan Jingwu’s wrist. After a moment, he withdrew his hand, “There’s no serious harm, rest assured.”

Ever since Jian Qing’s incident, he had been stifling his emotions, leading to an attack of acute anxiety. Over the past half month, he had often been without food or sleep. Even an iron constitution couldn’t withstand such torment. Now that he had spat out this blood, it was actually a good sign.

“Daddy!”

The soft little hands of Seventeen and Nineteen clumsily wiped the blood from the corners of Quan Jingwu’s mouth, their moist eyes filled with lingering fear as they looked at him.

“Good, don’t cry,”

Quan Jingwu picked them up and headed toward the bathroom.

“Bai Jue, is Jingwu truly alright?” Quan Mingxuan whispered with concern.

Bai Jue shook his head, “Don’t worry, he’s just been under too much emotional pressure for too long. Plus, he hasn’t rested much this past half month, which led to his anxiety attack. Spitting out the blood is actually good for him,” he reassured.

Upon hearing this, Grandmother Quan and the others finally felt relieved.

After a while, Quan Jingwu emerged from the bathroom carrying the two little treasures, their hands having been washed clean of blood. Quan Jingwu had also washed their faces, but their clear, bright eyes were still misted with a few droplets.

“Seventeen, come, let Uncle carry you,” Jian Luo said, trying to take one of the children to relieve Quan Jingwu.

But Seventeen, frightened by Quan Jingwu’s recent blood-spitting, stayed nestled in his arms, unwilling to be held by anyone else.

Jian Luo had no choice, and Black Jack’s effort to attract Nineteen with a lollipop was also futile. Despite everyone’s coaxing, the two little ones would let no one hold them except Quan Jingwu.

That’s when a servant walked in.

“Master Jingwu, someone has delivered a package outside; they said it’s for you,” the servant announced, presenting the package with both hands.

Quan Jingwu, holding the two children, wasn’t in a position to take it, so Jian Luo reached out to help him by receiving it, inspecting the package that had neither a signature nor a return address.

“Open it,” Quan Jingwu said.

Upon his consent, Jian Luo quickly opened the package.

Inside was a rectangular brocade box and a piece of letter paper.

“Did you order some jewelry?” Jian Luo asked, holding the brocade box and looking at Quan Jingwu with confusion.

Such brocade boxes were generally used for jewelry. Could it be that he had previously ordered some jewelry for his sister?

Quan Jingwu responded, “No.”

“Let me see,” Bai Jue took the letter paper, opened it to read, and his indifferent gaze suddenly darkened. He hurriedly handed the letter paper to Quan Jingwu.

“Quan Jingwu, you read it.”

Quan Jingwu took it and saw that the pale blue paper contained only a brief sentence.

—Patience is a virtue, protect the children well, those who should return will always return.

The writing was refined and vigorous.

As his gaze fixated on that brief line of text, his eyes unleashed a cold and startling brilliance.

“What, what does this mean?” Rhee and the others leaned over to see the content of the letter, their expressions immediately turning strange.

“Could this be someone’s idea of a prank?” Quan Yifei speculated.

Quan Mingxuan stroked his chin, “Impossible, almost no one knows about Jian Qing’s disappearance except us. The sender of this letter must want to remind us of something.”

Quan Jingwu’s fingertips tensed, wrinkling the smooth letter paper, as he turned his gaze towards the brocade box in Jian Luo’s hands and reached out to take it.

Like the letter paper, the brocade box was also pale blue.

He pressed the secret latch on the brocade box, and with a snap, it opened.

As soon as he saw what was placed inside the brocade box, Quan Jingwu felt a sudden chill envelope him, and a fierce glare flashed through his eyes.

The others, upon seeing the contents of the box, momentarily lost their ability to speak.

In the living room, a hush fell over the crowd.

Inside the pale blue brocade box, a stunningly brilliant purple jade gleamed, its radiance matching the enchanting purple eyes of Quan Jingwu and nineteen.

This necklace was all too familiar to everyone; it was the token of affection Quan Jingwu had given to Jian Qing, who had always worn it and never taken it off.

No one doubted the authenticity of the necklace because the purple jade was one of a kind, and the jade’s cutting and design were the work of a designer, now deceased; there was no one else in the world who could recreate it exactly. Moreover, it wouldn’t fool Quan Jingwu’s discerning eyes, and the sender wouldn’t be stupid enough to try.

“Where is the person who delivered this?” Quan Jingwu asked with an icy voice.

The servant snapped to attention realizing he was being addressed and hurriedly said, “He’s already left. The courier just said to hand over this package to you.”

“Jingwu, don’t panic, I’ll go out and have a look,” Quan Mingxuan said, standing up and rushing out. Bai Jue saw this and followed him out as well.

Picking up the necklace, Quan Jingwu’s gaze grew deep as he looked at the short message on the letter paper.

“Damn it!” Seventeen reached out with a tiny hand to grasp the necklace; despite his small size, his memory was excellent.

After a while, Quan Mingxuan and Bai Jue returned, accompanied by a man dressed in a courier’s uniform.

Confronted with celebrities he would only see on TV, the man’s heart pounded, and his legs trembled as he walked.

“Clarify the situation, who asked you to deliver this package?” Quan Mingxuan demanded sternly.

The man’s body shook, his voice trembling slightly, “I don’t know anything. The package was placed on my car, then there was an envelope with a stack of money and a note inside, saying the money was mine if I delivered this package here.”

That much money was more than half a year’s salary for him. After all, it was just a delivery job, and anyone would be tempted, not expecting trouble would come from such a simple task.

“Did you see the person who gave you this package?” Bai Jue asked.

The man shook his head, “No, by the time I got back to my car after making the delivery, the package was already there.”

“Alright, you can go now,” Quan Mingxuan said after exchanging a glance with Quan Jingwu, dismissing the man.

The man cautiously glanced at them and then ran out hastily.

Black Jack looked at the letter paper in his hand and asked gently, “Quan Jingwu, what do you think?”

The sender took great pains to deliver this package; could this mean that Jian Qing was in the hands of the sender? It seemed the sender bore them no ill will, otherwise, why would they leave this letter, further reminding them to protect the children?

What exactly had happened? If Jian Qing was unharmed, why hadn’t she returned by now?

After pondering for a moment, Quan Jingwu’s thin lips parted slightly, “Wait!”

He gripped the necklace tightly, a suspicion forming in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Jian Luo and the others exchanged glances, but were helpless to do otherwise.

Quan Jingwu stuffed the necklace and the letter paper into his trouser pocket, stood up carrying seventeen and nineteen, and Rhee, afraid he would impulsively do something rash, cautiously asked, “Jingwu, what are you going to do?”

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