Chapter 1073 - 1073 1058 Grandpa Jings family of five is full of joy

Chapter 1073: 1058, Grandpa Jing’s family of five is full of joy (6) Chapter 1073: 1058, Grandpa Jing’s family of five is full of joy (6) Jian Qing curled her lips into a smile, looking at him with leisure, “I think it’s you who’s fallen out of favor.”

Bai Jue was quite notorious for being driven up the wall by Feizhan.

Zhan Mingyan chuckled lightly, and Bai Jue felt depressed.

“Mommy!”

At the doorway, a soft, tender voice could be heard.

Shanshan was back.

In an instant, Bai Feizhan was energized like he had been injected with chicken blood, abandoning the puzzle and running out.

“Hey, Feizhan!”

Bai Jue was so angry he was nearly beside himself. That brat, couldn’t he be a bit more reserved? The moment the little girl spoke up, he scuttled over eagerly.

Zhan Mingyan covered her face, unable to watch.

At this moment, Quan Jingwu walked in holding Shanshan in one arm and a big cake in the other, with little Bai Feizhan trailing at his feet, practically ready to snatch Shanshan away.

“Bai Jue, control your son,” Quan Jingwu said as he noticed Bai Feizhan’s little hands about to grab onto Shanshan’s little feet and frowned at Bai Jue.

Bai Jue spread his hands, showing a helpless expression, “I can’t do anything about it, your Shanshan is just too charming.”

Quan Jingwu put down the cake and sat down with Shanshan in his arms, his purple eyes scanning Bai Feizhan, who suddenly chickened out for a few seconds.

Lil’ brat, still daring to covet his little princess.

He must be guarded against.

“Azhan brother,” Shanshan waved her little hand towards Bai Feizhan while sitting in Quan Jingwu’s arms.

“I’m not your brother, you should call me Azhan,” Bai Feizhan protested as he heard the word ‘brother,’ quickly correcting her.

Wow, such affectionate terms.

A young child with quite a high EQ, huh?

Jian Qing couldn’t help but laugh, “Bai Jue, your son really does resemble you when you were young.”

“I think so too,” Bai Jue said with a beaming smile.

“You’re still proud of it, huh? It seems you were quite the little charmer with the girls back then,” Zhan Mingyan asked through gritted teeth.

Bai Jue hastily replied with a forced smile, “No, not at all, you’re overthinking it.”

“But Daddy said you’re the brother,” Shanshan, the little girl, tilted her head, her black hair casually draped over her shoulders.

Quan Jingwu’s lips curled slightly, pleased that his little darling always remembered what he said.

“You should call me sister,” Shanshan then said.

Bai Feizhan shook his head like a rattle drum, conscious of the presence of the stern-faced Quan Jingwu, he wanted to get close to Shanshan but was also a bit fearful.

“No, wrong, you should call me Azhan, and I’ll call you Shanshan,” he articulated clearly, “Daddy and I have agreed that I’m going to marry you as my wife when we grow up.”

“Cough cough.”

Bai Jue hadn’t even swallowed his water when he was choked by surprise.

Whoa, hold on.

Son, you can’t backstab your father like this.

He lifted his gaze, and Quan Jingwu was already shooting him a look that could kill.

“Look, misunderstanding, definitely a misunderstanding,” Bai Jue said awkwardly with a chuckle, “You can’t take a child’s words seriously, kids say the darnedest things.”

Jian Qing and Zhan Mingyan exchanged a smile, ready to enjoy the drama.

Quan Jingwu snorted lightly, clutching the little one in his arms tighter.

Thinking of marrying his little princess? No chance.

“Daddy, you’ve already promised me, you can’t go back on your word. Didn’t you say as long as I’m good to Shanshan, I can marry her?” Bai Feizhan looked towards Bai Jue and asked.

Bai Jue wiped the cold sweat from his forehead while enduring Quan Jingwu’s scorching gaze.

Could it be that he did too many misdeeds in his past life that this brat came to settle scores with him in this one?

Quan Jingwu asked in a deep voice, “Is this how you teach your son, Bai Jue?”

Bai Jue replied, “Well, this is a misunderstanding, I swear. Isn’t his fondness for your Shanshan just proof of her allure? You should be happy about that.”

This dim-witted son, even if he liked someone, he should have kept it in his heart.

Quan Jingwu scoffed.

A little wolf eyeing his treasure, he would be pleased over his dead body.

“Moreover, my son isn’t too shabby either. Though he’s a bit younger than your Shanshan, love knows no age, right?” Bai Jue spoke up in defense of his son.

“How about this, you hurry up and have a daughter too, and then you could betroth her to either my seventeen or nineteen?” Quan Jingwu suggested.

Bai Jue, “…”

If he had a daughter, he’d fiercely protect her, for sure. Those two little devils, seventeen and nineteen, if his girl ended up with either one of them, wouldn’t she be devoured completely?

Not a good deal, definitely not a good deal.

“Daddy, the cake,” Shanshan said, uninterested in the grown-ups’ conversation, tugging at Quan Jingwu’s hand.

“Okay, Daddy will cut it for you.”

Such a tender voice, it could practically melt into water.

Shanshan climbed into Jian Qing’s arms, and as Quan Jingwu began cutting the cake, nineteen and seventeen came over eagerly, their eyes gleaming at the sight of the cake.

While Quan Jingwu was busy cutting the cake, little Bai Feizhan silently moved next to Jian Qing and cheerfully took Shanshan’s little hand.

“Shanshan, do you want to come stay at my house? I bought lots of toys, we can play together, okay?”

The little guy was pretty clever, speaking very softly.

But Quan Jingwu’s sharp ears couldn’t be evaded; he placed the sliced cake on a plate, then set down the knife.

“Shanshan, come to Daddy.”

The daddy-obsessed little miss Shanshan withdrew her hand upon hearing Quan Jingwu’s call and eagerly threw herself into his embrace.

Leaving Bai Feizhan alone in the air, disordered.

Looking at his empty hand, he suddenly felt weak, pitiable, and helpless.

He looked reproachfully at Shanshan, who, preoccupied with eating her cake, had completely forgotten him.

“Alright, son, the play’s over, hurry up and eat your cake.” Bai Jue quickly retrieved his son and handed him a piece of cake when he noticed the mushroom cloud forming over Quan Jingwu’s head.

“Daddy, eat.” Shanshan, satisfied with her cake, licked her cream-covered lips and scooped up a spoonful to feed Quan Jingwu.

Loved by his little padded jacket, Quan Jingwu of course accepted the face-saving offer and ate it.

Glancing at his two sons enjoying their cake, then comparing them to his little princess, he confirmed that daughters are indeed the best.

“Mommy, eat cake.” After feeding Daddy, Shanshan turned around and fed Jian Qing a mouthful as well.

“Such a good girl!” Jian Qing stroked her little face and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

“Looks like daughters really are sweet little padded jackets,” Zhan Mingyan remarked as she watched Shanshan, suddenly feeling sentimental.

“You could have one too,” Jian Qing said.

Zhan Mingyan shook her head quickly, “No, thanks. One is enough trouble for me. If the second one’s a boy too, I’ll have to smash my head against a block of tofu.”

Jian Qing, “Hehe.”

After finishing the cake, Bai Feizhan’s attention returned to Shanshan.

“Seventeen, nineteen, take Feizhan to the Game Room to play.” Quan Jingwu glanced at Bai Feizhan, who kept looking at Shanshan, and signaled the two small treasures with his eyes.

Seventeen and nineteen were very astute; seeing Bai Feizhan constantly staring at Shanshan, they grabbed him, one on each side, “Azhan, let’s go upstairs and play.”

“What about Shanshan?” Bai Feizhan asked, reluctant to leave her.

“Shanshan is going to stay with Daddy,” sweet-talking miss Shanshan said.

At her words, Quan Jingwu was deeply moved; even if Shanshan wanted the stars in the sky right now, Quan Jingwu would climb up to pluck them for her.

Now, Bai Jue could finally understand why Quan Jingwu had been so fixated on having a little padded jacket from the start—it was truly heartwarming.

If he had such a cute and delicate daughter, he wouldn’t allow other smelly boys to covet her.

“Alright then, I’ll come down later to find you to play,” Bai Feizhan said with a downcast look, which was replaced by a bright smile in a few seconds.

It wasn’t long after the three little ones went upstairs that two handsome guys arrived.

“Uncle!”

Shanshan, seeing them, climbed out of Quan Jingwu’s embrace and ran over.

“My Shanshan treasure, uncle, give me a kiss.” Jian Luo squatted down, and Shanshan, like a happy little sprite, threw herself into his arms.

“Haven’t seen you for a while, Shanshan has become even prettier,” he said, lifting Shanshan and praising her with a smile.

Little miss Shanshan parroted him, “Haven’t seen uncle in so many days, you’ve become more handsome too.”

Hearing this, Jian Luo’s heart was as sweet as if he had eaten candy.

He smiled, “Uncle missed Shanshan so much, did Shanshan miss uncle, hmm?”

“Missed,” Shanshan said softly.

Watching the “sweet” pair, Jian Qing couldn’t help but laugh.

“Luoluo, how about Shanshan come stay with you for a couple of days?”

“That would be fantastic.” Jian Luo, holding Shanshan, swiftly ran over.

“Then it’s decided. I’ll take Shanshan with me later, and you can’t back out.”

Unusually, Quan Jingwu did not object this time.

Bai Jue wasn’t pleased when he heard this.

“Hey, Jian Qing, you can’t be so biased. Why not let Shanshan also stay at our place for a couple of days?” That way, his rascally son wouldn’t compete with him for Mingyan.

Unfortunately, his wishful thinking was bound to fail in front of Quan Jingwu.

“No way.”

Two cold words, a clean and straightforward rejection.

Bai Jue glared, “Why not?”

“Your place has a wolf,” Quan Jingwu humorously retorted for once.

Bai Jue felt awkward.

Son, look at what you’ve done.

Your own father is treating you like a wolf.

Black Jack chuckled lightly, his pale eyes sweeping toward Bai Jue. For once, he sided with Quan Jingwu, “Indeed, your home isn’t very safe.”

Bai Jue, “Get lost.”

“Shanshan, come here, let godfather hold you.” Black Jack reached out to hold Shanshan, “Later at godfather and uncle’s house, godfather will buy you something tasty, okay?”

Shanshan’s eyes curved joyfully as she nodded, “Okay.”

“What would you like to eat?” Black Jack asked.

Shanshan, eager for sweets, said, “Ice cream.”

“You can only eat a little bit.” Watching the little one’s clear eyes, Black Jack spoiled her anyway.

“Godfather is the best.” Shanshan kissed Black Jack, making him so smug that he shot Quan Jingwu a challenging glance.

Quan Jingwu snorted, childish.