Chapter 1165 - 1165 1140 Extra Story Seventeen (22)

Chapter 1165: 1140, Extra Story Seventeen (22) Chapter 1165: 1140, Extra Story Seventeen (22) Xu Ran returned from the bathroom and saw the two embracing each other, first in surprise and then with an inevitable smile.

After going round and round, fate couldn’t be avoided once it arrived.

Both of them were public figures, and more and more curious glances were cast their way, some even started taking pictures with their phones.

“Xu sister.” Xi An’an caught sight of Xu Ran standing by and gave an embarrassed smile.

Xu Ran smiled gently, “Congratulations.”

As more people gathered around, Quan Tianqi held onto Xi An’an, his cold eyes swept over the crowd, and those taking photos with their phones couldn’t help but shiver.

“An’an, you guys should go ahead and leave now, to avoid the trouble when the fans catch up,” Xu Ran said as she handed her a hat and sunglasses.

Quan Tianqi took the hat, placed it on her head, and walked off with her in his embrace.

Just as they reached the entrance, Xi An’an was recognized by her fans, and a swarm of fans rushed towards them, Quan Tianqi pulling her as they ran to the car.

“An’an, An’an…”

The fans chased after them, but only caught a glimpse of the car speeding away.

The afternoon sunlight was warm, making people feel inescapably lazy.

After getting out of the car, Xi An’an stood hesitantly at the doorway, her eyes brimming with nervousness.

Quan Tianqi parked the car and saw that she was still standing at the entrance, not going in, his gaze landing on her tense back as the corners of his mouth curved into a beautiful arc.

“Why aren’t you coming in?”

Xi An’an looked up at him, tugging on his sleeve, “How about I come another day?”

Meeting the parents so soon, she really wasn’t prepared.

“I’ve already told my family. If I stand my mommy up, my dad will beat me,” Quan Tianqi slightly leaned in, putting half his weight on her as he asked with a plaintive tone, “Do you really have the heart to see me get beaten up?”

Xi An’an wanted to nod, but upon seeing the dangerous squint in his eyes, she weakly shook her head, “But I didn’t bring any gifts. Wouldn’t it be improper to show up empty-handed?”

“Don’t worry. You are better than any gift,” Quan Tianqi said as he took her hand, not giving her a chance to hesitate, and half-dragged her inside.

Shanshan got married, and Seventeen and Nineteen moved out too, leaving only Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing living in Shijin Haoting.

The couple enjoyed their world of two, with Quan Jingwu feeling it couldn’t be better.

Xi An’an followed Quan Tianqi and watched him enter the passcode, her red lips nervously pursed together.

Pushing the door open, the living room was eerily quiet.

Xi An’an looked around, a hint of admiration flashing through her eyes. Despite the cool-toned decor, there was an indescribable warmth.

In the distance, frames of various sizes sat on a cabinet, their photographs either being family portraits or of Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing together.

From the little things around the house, one could feel that Tianqi’s parents were a very loving and happy couple.

Xi An’an couldn’t help but recall some rumors she had heard about Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing. The cold and ruthless Jing master cherished his wife so deeply, both in his heart and in his hands – a love that reached to the core.

“What are you daydreaming about?” Quan Tianqi ruffled her hair as his husky voice resonated lowly.

“Your daddy and mommy are really good-looking,” Xi An’an said, returning her gaze to him and smiling with crescent-shaped eyes.

“It’s genetics. I look even better,” Quan Tianqi stated with self-admiration.

Xi An’an rolled her eyes at him and looked around, “Aren’t your daddy and mommy home?”

Quan Tianqi smiled, “They should be upstairs. I’ll go check. Just sit here for a while, I’ll be back soon.”

Xi An’an nodded, Quan Tianqi poured her a glass of water, and then he went upstairs to find Quan Jingwu and the others.

Rounding the corner, Quan Tianqi looked up to see the study room door predictably wide open.

He tiptoed inside, taken by surprise as a wave of dog food (affection) smacked him right in the face, so sweet it was almost suffocating.

On the sofa, Quan Jingwu flipped through a book with one hand while his other arm enveloped his treasured love, Jian Qing, curled up sweetly asleep in his embrace against the light.

Bits of golden sunlight snuck in through the window cracks, dancing over the pair, while the man’s usually cold gaze softened with affection when it landed on the woman in his arms.

Although he had grown up seeing scenes like this, every time Quan Tianqi witnessed it, he still felt force-fed a whole mouthful of dog food.

As he approached, Quan Jingwu noticed him, and lifting his eyes, he spotted his son, raising his eyebrows slightly, “I thought it was Nineteen who had come back. Just you?”

Catching the implication in his words, Quan Tianqi touched his nose, smothering a smile, “No, brought someone back to show Mommy.”

Even from a few meters away, Quan Jingwu could sense his son’s excitement.

He looked down at the person in his arms, our gaze resting on her peaceful sleeping face, his fingertip gently touching her cheek, “Sweetheart, wake up.”

His magnetic voice called out softly, and Jian Qing gradually came to.

She looked at him with sleepy eyes, her brows and eyes still carrying a hint of sleepiness, “Xiaojing.”

“Your future daughter-in-law is here,” Quan Jingwu said with a smile on his lips.

At that, Jian Qing snapped fully awake, sleepiness gone.

Her eyes shone brightly, “Really?”

“Really.” At last, the long-ignored Quan Tianqi finally had a chance to speak.

Following the sound, Jian Qing’s gaze turned to Quan Tianqi standing at the door, slightly surprised, “Seventeen, when did you get back?”

“…”

Was his presence really that negligible?

“Just now.”

“Why are you alone, where is my future daughter-in-law?”

“Living room.”

“Then what are we waiting for, Xiaojing, let’s go down and meet our future daughter-in-law.” Jian Qing hopped out of Quan Jingwu’s arms, not bothering to comb her cascading hair.

Quan Jingwu laughed softly, catching her and with his long, jade-like hands, he tidied her slightly disordered hair, “Slow down, they’re here already, are you afraid they’ll run away?”

Jian Qing curved her lips into a smile, casting a glance at Quan Tianqi with a mischievous smile, “That can’t be guaranteed. With Seventeen as cold as you are, it’s not easy to find a wife.”

Quan Tianqi’s lips twitched.

This was definitely his biological mother, no doubt.

Quan Jingwu grazed her nose lightly, “Then how did you get caught by me?”

“Young and naive,” Jian Qing laughed.

Quan Jingwu narrowed his eyes dangerously, leaning in close to her ear, “My dear, we’ll settle this account slowly tonight.”

Jian Qing rolled her eyes ungracefully and pinched his arm, “Mr. Quan, please mind your image.”

“Ahem.” This dog food was practically choking him—Quan Tianqi coughed lightly, reminding the affectionate couple that there was still someone else present.

“Mommy, I’ll go down first. You two hurry up and come downstairs.” After that, he made a quick escape, eager to avoid witnessing more of their displays of affection.

In the living room, Xi An’an sat on pins and needles, occasionally glancing upstairs.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from the staircase.