Chapter 1011 - 1011 996 Scenic Grandpas Sweetheart Side Story (1)

Chapter 1011: 996, Scenic Grandpa’s Sweetheart Side Story (1) Chapter 1011: 996, Scenic Grandpa’s Sweetheart Side Story (1) Quan Jingwu held nineteen’s hand in one and carried a KFC family bucket in the other.

“Quan Jingwu, although I still find you really annoying,” Chu Yihen said, looking at him with a corner of his mouth revealing a smile of resignation, “I wish you happiness, and this time I mean it!”

Fighting since childhood, he was also tired.

He had never had a true friend, but it was worth a try.

Dark eyes met purple ones, and unseen, certain matters dissipated into smoke.

“Uncle said if you’re upset, you should have some mung bean jelly!” Nineteen cut in with a clever remark, her milky voice breaking the delicate atmosphere.

Chu Yihen chuckled lightly, and Quan Jingwu’s lips curved into a smile, their radiant grins outshining the fierce sun and brilliant sky.

Lately, Jian Qing had a bit of a headache.

The biggest reason was the two little treasures.

One night, after the little treasures returned from kindergarten, they clung to her, demanding a little sister – from dawn till dusk, Jian Qing heard so much her ears almost developed calluses.

“Mommy!”

Nineteen’s voice floated through the slightly open door, carrying into the room.

Jian Qing shut down her computer and couldn’t even hide before the two little treasures rushed in, surrounding her from both sides.

“Mommy, Great Grandpa also said it’s good to have a little sister,” Nineteen reported cheerfully, relaying the words of Elder Quan.

The Quan Family was quite looking forward to a little princess; hearing that the little treasures were pestering Jian Qing for a little sister, Elder Quan and the others were naturally happy to see it happen.

“…”

Jian Qing massaged her forehead—the grandfather had joined the little treasures in their mischief.

At the sound of footsteps, she looked up and saw her salvation, quickly rising to her feet, “Xiaojing!”

Better leave dealing with the little treasures to her own husband.

Watching his beloved wife’s rare enthusiasm, Quan Jingwu looked at her with a smile in his eyes, “What’s up?”

“You take care of our son, Xiya has called me out, I’ll be right back,” Jian Qing said, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek, then swiftly slipped away.

Quan Jingwu smiled huskily, then approached the little treasures.

“Daddy, when will you and Mommy have a little sister?” Seventeen asked, tilting his little head, his sparkling eyes clear and innocent.

“Heh heh!”

Quan Jingwu squatted down, taking the little treasures into his embrace, “Do you really want a little sister that much?”

“Mhm.”

“Well, if you get a little sister, Daddy and Mommy will be busy taking care of her, so what will you do?” Quan Jingwu teased them on purpose.

Nineteen’s mind was clear about this, “I’ll take care of the little sister with Seventeen; I’ll even share my lollipops with her.”

“We’ll play with her, and not let anyone bully her,” Seventeen continued.

Quan Jingwu couldn’t help but chuckle, ruffling their short hair, “Then let’s make a promise, Daddy will take Mommy on a trip, and you have to stay at home and behave, and we’ll definitely give you a little sister, okay?”

“Will there be no little sister if you don’t go on a trip?” Seventeen asked, confused.

Quan Jingwu nodded calmly, lying without batting an eyelid, “Daddy will take Mommy on a trip, then Mommy will be in a good mood, and only when Mommy is happy can she have a beautiful little sister.”

The little treasures voiced an ‘oh,’ nodding as if they understood.

“Then let’s pinky promise.” Seventeen held out his little finger, “We must have a little sister.”

Quan Jingwu’s lips curled, extending his pinky finger to ‘seal the promise.’

Jian Qing, who was driving, suddenly sneezed and sniffled.

Who was plotting against her again?

Passionate waves and intoxicating silver light unfurled the unique beauty of Bali Island,

Jian Qing squatted down, with the suitcase on the carpet flipped upside down in disarray. When Quan Jingwu walked in, he caught sight of the clothes strewn across the bed, his gaze flickering slightly.

“What are you looking for?” he casually asked.

Jian Qing’s head was buried in the suitcase, “A swimsuit. I clearly remember putting it in the suitcase, but now I can’t find it.”

Quan Jingwu sat at the edge of the bed, his lips curling into a smile.

Suddenly, Jian Qing whipped her head up, staring at him, “Did you throw it away?”

Although she had packed the swimsuit, he was the one who organized the luggage. This guy originally didn’t want her to bring a swimsuit, suspecting that he might have tossed it away when she wasn’t paying attention.

Caught in the act, Quan Jingwu didn’t panic but openly admitted, “Yeah, I threw it away.”

So it really was his handiwork.

Jian Qing’s fury erupted, and she pounced on him. Quan Jingwu fell back onto the bed with the momentum, and Jian Qing sat on his waist, her hands clutching his collar.

“Tell me, why did you throw away my swimsuit?”

“Too sexy,” Quan Jingwu’s hands were clasped behind his head, and his languid demeanor only drove Jian Qing crazier.

He even had the gall to be so righteous about tossing her stuff away; he deserved to be punished.

She raised her fist to strike him, but Quan Jingwu chuckled, catching her fist in his large hand, enclosing it in his palm.

“Be good, darling, don’t be angry. I brought you a gift,” he coaxed.

Jian Qing shook off his hand, rolled off him, and sat to the side, arms crossed, chin lifted pridefully.

“Where’s the gift?”

Quan Jingwu stood up and went to fetch another small suitcase, unzipped it, and took out a bag.

“Open it and look.”

Taking the bag he handed over, Jian Qing glanced at the contents and instantly had a bad feeling.

She shook the bag a couple of times, and colorful clothes scattered across the bed.

Instantly, her face turned as black as coal.

“Quan Jingwu, you shameless hooligan!” Jian Qing grabbed a set of sexy catwoman lingerie and flung it at the smiling man not far away.

The nerve of him.

Once again, it was that sort of thing.

Quan Jingwu ducked, agilely jumping onto the bed.

With a strong embrace, he pulled her into his arms, “Good girl, experts say that married couples should add spice to their relationship for a fulfilling marital life.”

His deep, husky voice almost left no room for resistance.

Jian Qing glanced at him sideways and gritted her teeth, “Don’t tell me it was an expert named Quan Jingwu who said that?”

“Hmm, smart!” Quan Jingwu leaned down and kissed her lips, taking advantage and still acting cute—the perfect description for him.

“I still want to go swimming…” Jian Qing pushed him, not realizing when he had undone her dress.

“I’ll go with you tomorrow,” he murmured into her neck, his kisses raining down on her porcelain skin like a downpour.

“You liar, Quan Jingwu, you…”

Before she could finish her accusation, her words were replaced by a delicate moan.

The sky blazed with an orange-red sunset; the faint light fell on the surging waves, like flickering flames, rolling and twinkling…

Jian Qing walked on the soft sand, her hair still dripping, but her radiant smile was undeniably brilliant, as she was wrapped snugly in a large towel.

Quan Jingwu’s shorts and tee were also soaked through. He held one hand with Jian Qing’s shoes and the other with a small bucket containing colorful seashells.