Chapter 950 - 950 Pink suits the little princess (3)

Chapter 950: Pink suits the little princess (3) Chapter 950: Pink suits the little princess (3) Watching his face grow increasingly unsightly, Jian Qing paused, her voice even colder, “Because you’re not worthy!”

With those words, the low pressure radiating from Chu Yihen intensified even further.

If one could ignore the veins bulging on his forehead and neck, perhaps it could be assumed his mood wasn’t that bad.

“Is Quan Jingwu that great?” Even with amnesia, you still favor Quan Jingwu.

His hoarse voice, filled with a touch of resentment.

Jian Qing, “He’s better than you in every way.”

Chu Yihen laughed self-deprecatingly, gazed deeply at her for a moment, and then lifted his foot to leave.

Barely a few steps out, he encountered Quan Jingwu coming back with coffee.

As they passed each other, Chu Yihen’s icy voice drifted over.

“Quan Jingwu, sometimes I truly envy you!”

Quan Jingwu, carrying the coffee he bought, heard his words but didn’t stop his stride.

“Who was that?” Jian Qing took the coffee he handed her and asked casually, looking at the back of Chu Yihen getting into his car.

Quan Jingwu’s eyebrows rose slightly, “What is it, did he say something to you?”

“Nothing.” Jian Qing bit her straw, taking a sip of her iced coffee.

Quan Jingwu casually placed a hand on her shoulder, and Jian Qing looked up at him, “What’s up?”

“Did he say anything strange to you?” he asked.

With Chu Yihen’s shrewdness, it was hard to ensure he hadn’t noticed something, and if he had indeed developed some inappropriate thoughts, he couldn’t blame Jingwu for being ruthless.

“He said, where you were better than him.” After thinking it over, Jian Qing took a few sips of her iced coffee and let out a pleased sigh.

Quan Jingwu’s violet eyes darkened, “What did you say?”

“Want to know?” She tilted her head, her lips curled into a faint smile, seven parts teasing, three parts wicked.

Quan Jingwu nodded candidly.

“Then there’s a condition.” Jian Qing struck while the iron was hot.

“Hmm? Let’s hear it.”

“I want to eat hot pot.” She still couldn’t stop talking about eating.

Quan Jingwu pondered for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

Not expecting him to agree, Jian Qing choked up, instantly feeling a little embarrassed.

“Well, never mind then, I don’t want to eat hot pot anymore.”

With him not here, it was fine for her to just say those words, but in front of him, it made her feel like she was confessing to him, which seemed rather strange.

“Too late for regrets.” Quan Jingwu’s large hand moved down, wrapping around her waist, not giving her a chance to escape.

Jian Qing bit her straw, stubbornly refusing to look at him.

“Good girl, reneging has its consequences.” He lifted her chin with his fingertip, his laugh low and magnetic.

Resolute at heart, Jian Qing mumbled unclearly, “You’re better than him in every way.”

Having said that, she quickly brushed off his hand and ran to find Seventeen and the others.

Quan Jingwu paused a moment, watching her retreating figure. Processing her words, a perfect arc formed on his thin lips.

“Mommy, Nineteen wants that.” Nineteen saw the iced coffee in Jian Qing’s hand and immediately clung to Jian Qing’s bosom to act cute.

“Be good, Nineteen can’t have this,” Jian Qing said gently.

Upon hearing she couldn’t have it, Nineteen’s little face fell, full of grievance.

“Seventeen, Nineteen, come have some Dim Sum.” Quan Jingwu opened the bag, and upon hearing there was food, the two little treasures ran over with their short little legs.

With their small snacks in hand, the two little treasures sat on the grassland, contentedly munching away.

“Here, yours.” Quan Jingwu, holding a snack, sat down next to Jian Qing and passed her the Dim Sum.

Jian Qing looked at the pink snack in his hand, laughed lightly, and took it, “Why is mine pink?”

“Want to know?”

What goes around comes around, and this time it was his turn to say those words.

Jian Qing nibbled on a piece of Dim Sum, “Could it be that this Dim Sum has some sort of story behind it?”

Quan Jingwu shook his head, his handsome face drawing close to hers, “Give me a reward, and I’ll tell you.”

“Forget it, I don’t want to know anymore.” She rolled her eyes ungracefully and pushed his face away with her hand.

Quan Jingwu grinned and bit a piece of the Dim Sum from her hand.

“There’s more in the bag, why eat mine?”

“The one you’ve eaten tastes better,” he said with a straight face.

“Cough cough!”

At his words, Jian Qing successfully choked.

She reached for her iced coffee and quickly drank a few sips.

Damn.

Trying to murder her, huh.

Quan Jingwu shifted a little and held her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, “Sweetheart, Axuan said pink suits a princess well.”

She was indeed the little princess whom he cherished in his palm, loved with all his heart.

Jian Qing’s movements paused as she bit into the Dim Sum, the warmth of the man’s breath spread over her ear, and a blush crept up her neck.

She shrank her neck and avoided his gaze, with a hint of embarrassment.

“Cough cough, do you want some?”

Bowing her head slightly, she held up the half-eaten Dim Sum to his mouth, attempting to silence him.

Watching the embarrassment between her eyebrows, Quan Jingwu couldn’t help but laugh and took a bite from the spot she had bitten.

“Cough cough cough—”

Although the little Dim Sum was delicious, eating too much of it without drinking water could also cause choking, and Nineteen choked all at once in his haste.

Quan Jingwu gently patted his back and said to Jian Qing, “I’ll go get some water for Seventeen and the rest, stay here with them.”

“Okay.”

Jian Qing took Nineteen into her arms and gently patted his back, “You little foodie, what’s the rush eating like that, doesn’t choking feel uncomfortable?”

“Mommy, water water.” Nineteen coughed with a red face, his small hand still clutching the little Dim Sum.

Jian Qing, feeling helpless, flicked his forehead lightly, “There’s no helping you, daddy will bring some water soon, just wait a bit longer, okay?”

After playing with the two little treasures in the park for a while, the extraordinary good looks of the family of four drew increasing attention, and reluctantly, Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing decided to take the little ones back home.

Back at the old mansion, Jian Luo and Black Jack were in the living room.

“Seventeen, Nineteen, come to your uncle here.”

Seeing the two little treasures, Jian Luo eagerly waved at them.

To Jian Luo, the uncle who often bought them food and toys, the two little treasures were quite fond of him. Seeing him, the little ones ran into his arms very graciously.

“Oh my, my precious ones!”

Jian Luo embraced the little ones, his eyes creasing with a smile.

Black Jack watched the children affectionately calling out “Uncle,” completely sidelining him, and his lips couldn’t help but twitch.

These two little rascals, so biased huh.

“Luoluo, what brings you here all of a sudden?” Jian Qing sat down opposite them and asked.

While playing with the two treasures, Jian Luo said without looking up, “Yesterday, the clothes and toys I ordered for Seventeen and the rest just arrived. I came here because I have something to discuss with you, so I brought the things along.”

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

When it came to serious matters, Jian Luo’s expression turned more solemn.

“After you came back, I sent someone to the place you mentioned earlier to check it out. By the time our people got there, it was already empty.”

That Shen Yan really knew how to slip away fast, managing to shake off the Nether Army’s men and disappearing without a trace.