Chapter 1177 - 1177 1151 Side Story 17 (33)_2

Chapter 1177: 1151, Side Story 17 (33)_2 Chapter 1177: 1151, Side Story 17 (33)_2 Quan Tianlin instantly understood the meaning behind his words, and the few of them shared a tacit laugh.

In the evening, when the four of them returned to Shijin Haoting, not only did they meet Quan Jingwu and his wife, but they also saw Black Jack and Jian Luo, who had come back with them.

“Look, everyone’s coming back in pairs,” teased Jian Luo.

“Uncle Luo, long time no see, you’re still so charming,” Maomao said first with a sweet compliment to avoid being teased too harshly by Jian Luo later.

“You can just call me Uncle now,” Jian Luo said with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Who would’ve thought that Khan would become a son-in-law of the Xiya family, Xiya must be delighted this time.”

“Did the four of you go out for dinner today?” Jian Qing sipped her tea and smiled faintly.

“Mommy, I have some good news to tell you,” Quan Tianlin’s usually cold voice softened a bit.

“Is An’an pregnant?” Jian Qing asked bluntly.

“Pfft.”

Jian Luo almost spit out his tea.

“Cough cough cough.”

His sister still managed to surprise him.

Xi An’an blushed and hid behind Quan Tianqi, as if she were looking for a place to burrow into.

“Mommy, if you keep teasing her, your daughter-in-law is going to be scared away,” Quan Tianlin said helplessly.

“Stop beating around the bush, just tell us, what’s the good news?” Jian Luo asked.

“This.” Quan Tianlin took out two little red books from his pocket and placed them on the table.

Jian Qing reached out to pick up one of them, flipped through it, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

“Little red books, Tianlin, you’re quite fast,” Jian Luo picked up the other one and looked at it with Black Jack.

“Much faster than your old man,” Black Jack couldn’t resist teasing Quan Jingwu.

“Coming from someone who took longer to get a marriage certificate,” Quan Jingwu replied coolly and dismissively.

“Tianlin, the news you were going to tell me couldn’t also be this, could it?” Jian Qing smiled and her gaze shifted between Jian Tianlin and Maomao.

Without a word, Jian Tianlin silently pulled out a little red book from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Jian Qing uttered a light laugh, her guess was right.

“All four of you went to register for marriage today?”

“Born on the same day, and now getting marriage certificates on the same day, Tianlin, Tianlin, you’re not planning to become dads at the same time, are you?” Jian Luo laughed out loud.

“Tianlin, I’ll let you have this one first,” Quan Tianlin turned his head to look at Jian Tianlin, now showing humility.

“No need, you go first,” Jian Tianlin snorted lightly. He had thought about having a world of two, and he wanted that too. Looking at Mu Chen and the little third wheel, their two-person world would be ruined.

“An’an, Maomao, let’s go upstairs for a chat, let’s ignore them,” Jian Qing stood up and gestured to the two girls.

Xi An’an and Maomao followed Jian Qing upstairs, one on each side, leaving the men in the living room to engage in their verbal skirmishes.

Entering Jian Qing’s bedroom for the first time, Xi An’an’s gaze was immediately drawn to the wedding photo on the wall.

In the photo, the main characters were Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing. Jian Qing, in a magnificent wedding dress, pure and immaculate, with her veil fluttering in the air, the two embraced and kissed, fine specks of golden light cascading on them, shimmering into a soft halo.

The scene was romantic and exquisitely beautiful to the extreme.

“An’an, come sit,” Jian Qing saw An’an standing transfixed by the photo and smiled.

Xi An’an came back to her senses and sat down next to the sofa.

“The wedding photos are beautiful, aren’t they?” Maomao asked with a smile.

Xi An’an nodded, genuinely admiring, “This is the most beautiful wedding photo I’ve ever seen.”

“Actually, Uncle Luo’s wedding photo is also very nice,” Maomao said with a mischievous grin, knowing Xi An’an liked March.

“March’s wedding photo?” Xi An’an’s interest was piqued.

Seeing her interest, Maomao looked up at Jian Qing, “Auntie Qing, do you have Uncle Luo’s wedding photos here?”

“Yes, you two wait for a moment,” Jian Qing stood up to look for them.

In a short while, she returned with a thick photo album.

She handed it to Maomao and Xi An’an, who leaned in together to look at it.

“They look so well-matched,” Xi An’an couldn’t help but exclaim looking at the photos.

One fierce and domineering, the other gentle and refined. Standing together, their auras strangely complemented each other.

Jian Qing watched their fangirl expressions and chuckled lightly.

“If Uncle Luo was single, I’d definitely chase after him,” Maomao said with her hands propping her cheeks and a giggly smile.

“You can say that in front of Tianlin,” Jian Qing egged her on.

Maomao laughed dryly, “Better not.”

That vinegar jar, she couldn’t afford to provoke.

If she annoyed him, she’d be the one suffering.

“An’an, Maomao, here’s a little gift for the two of you.”

Jian Qing brought over two jewelry boxes, one for each.

“Auntie Qing, what’s this?” Maomao asked curiously.

“Changing the way you address me,” Jian Qing grinned.

“After getting the certificates, aren’t you two going to change how you address us?”

Both Maomao and Xi An’an wore similar shy expressions, and Jian Qing urged, “Open it and see if you like it.”

Xi An’an and Maomao opened the jewelry boxes, and in an instant, the dazzling diamonds caught their eyes.

But the colors of the diamonds were different; Maomao’s was a purple diamond, and An’an’s was a blue diamond.

Looking at the full set of jewelry in the box, Xi An’an instinctively refused, “Aunt, this is too expensive, I can’t accept it.”

“Still calling me Aunt?” Jian Qing smiled faintly, “These two sets of jewelry, along with the necklaces on Tianlin and Tianlin, are from the same set. They were meant for their wives from the start. Since you both have got your marriage certificates now, of course, these belong to you as well.”

“An’an, take it, this is Mommy’s heartfelt gesture,” Maomao grinned.

Hearing that, Xi An’an looked up at Jian Qing and finally changed how she addressed her, “Thank you, Mommy.”

Jian Qing smiled with a lifted corner of her lips.