Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

"An Yu, whether you like Jian Qingshun or not, she is my great-granddaughter whom I recognize in public. She is the blood of our An family. If you can't be friendly to her, at least don't trouble her, otherwise I will find out. Everything The family law will serve you, and you will never come back to the old house. "Mr. An was so angry this time that he even moved out the family law that had not been used for a long time.

These words made everyone feel mixed in their hearts. Unwilling jealousy surged in their chests. An Yu even looked at Old Man An in disbelief.

For the sake of Jian Qing, the old man would put down such cruel words to them, which really chilled them.

An Zhonghui did not expect that An Lao would say such words, and Jian Qing's appearance could not help but appear in his mind.

Is that girl really that popular with her father?

Is it really worth it to even drive An Yu, the legitimate great-grandsons, out of the old house for her?

Zhou Qin was dissatisfied with the old man's favoritism and took a step forward, "Dad, although Xiang Cheng was at fault in this matter, Jian Qing should not have been so cruel, and Yu'er and the others did nothing wrong."

"Shut up." Mr. An was furious and said coldly.

Being humiliated, Zhou Qin's face tensed up, but she remained silent when she saw her father-in-law's sharp eyes.

Brother and sister An Yu and An Yu lowered their heads and said nothing. Their hands clenched at their sides. No matter how unwilling they were, they could only hold it in for the time being.

Zhao Xuan felt uncomfortable listening to Mrs. An's words. Are her children so inferior to Jian Qing?

What qualifications does that bitch's daughter have to compare with her Jia Yu'er and the others?

"Anman, Xiang Cheng is the cause of this incident. He has to bear the responsibility himself. He is not allowed to trouble Jian Qing again." Mr. An looked at Anman. He knew that his granddaughter always looked down upon Xiang Cheng. It was more important than her own life, but even so, he would not allow her to trouble Jian Qing. After all, the An family owed it to that girl.

Anman hesitated, "I understand."

"Master, it's time to rest." Qiu Bo stepped forward and reminded.

Qiu Bo pushed the wheelchair over, helped him sit on it, and slowly pushed the wheelchair towards the elevator.

As soon as the elevator door closed, Zhao Xuan immediately went to help her children up, "Yu'er, Yu'er, get up quickly."

An Yu's expression was complicated, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

An Yu was unhappy in her heart, her eyes were red, and she couldn't help crying to Zhao Xuan, "Mommy, how could great-grandpa do this just for Jian Qing, why should she compare with us?"

Zhao Xuan patted her daughter on the back and said in a gentle voice, "Yu'er, great-grandpa is angry and what he said is angry. Don't be sad. How can Jian Qing compare with you? You are the legitimate children of the An family."

An Chong frowned, lowered his head and was thinking about something, and ignored Zhao Xuan's words.

The atmosphere in the brightly lit living room is depressing. No one will be able to sleep tonight.

…

After returning to the room, Mrs. An was still sitting in the wheelchair, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the house under the starlight, with an aura of sadness surrounding him.

Qiu Bo opened the door and saw this scene. The old man's back looked so lonely and lonely, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Master, your soothing tea."

Without reaching out to take the teacup, Mrs. An's hoarse voice sounded, "Aqiu, do you think I was wrong? If I had gone earlier, would everything have been different?"

If he hadn't been soft-hearted for a moment and hadn't turned a blind eye to what they were doing, his little girl would still call him Grandpa and still stick to him affectionately.

Having been a master and servant for many years, Qiu Bo knew in his heart that he only needed to play the role of a listener, holding a tea cup and standing there quietly.

It is no longer clear who is right and who is wrong, what is right and what is wrong, what happened in the past seventeen years.

Mr. An was talking to himself, with sadness in his eyes, "Tell me, will I still hear that girl call me grandpa in my lifetime? Will she still be willing to call me grandpa?"

"Master, you..." Why do you need to embarrass yourself again?

Qiu Bo couldn't bear to look away. Isn't seventeen years of guilt punishment enough?

Mrs. An laughed softly, and finally laughed out loud. The laughter contained endless desolation and regret.

"No, that girl will never call me grandpa again!" As he said this, a little water shone out of the corners of Old Mrs. An's eyes.

"She hates me, that girl hates me -"

At this time, he was just an old man, an old man looking forward to his great-granddaughter, not the old man An who was respected by everyone outside.

Qiu Bo looked at Mrs. An with a worried expression, but did not say anything to persuade him, because he knew it was useless.

To treat a heart disease, you need a heart medicine doctor; to untie the bell, you need a bell-tieer!

A bright moon rose above the branches, and the soft moonlight fell on the house, reflecting the desolation and loneliness in the room.

…

Since the commotion in Qianshizhai that day, Jian Qing's name has also spread in the circle, and Xiang Cheng has also become everyone's after-dinner chat. People who have been bullied by Xiang Cheng are even more happy, and they have never met. The passing of Jian Qing's favor doubled.

I wonder if Mrs. An's words had an effect. The An family has been very peaceful these days. Even Anman didn't bother Jian Qing. The couple has been busy looking for a doctor for Xiang Cheng, hoping to cure him. His hand was healed.

Jian Qing didn't care about anything that happened in the outside world. She stayed at home leisurely. Except for breakfast and morning exercise, she almost stayed in the house.

On a summer morning, the air in the suburbs is extremely fresh. There is a large lush mountain forest surrounding the Shijin Palace. Looking around, I can't help but feel a little relaxed.

Jian Qing went out with her camera early in the morning. Ever since she moved into Shijin Palace, she would go to the lotus pond for morning exercises every day. She stayed there for two hours. She had a special liking for the lotus pond. Last night, she felt On a whim, I wanted to take a photo of the lotus blooming slowly, so I woke up early today.

Jian Qing sat cross-legged on the rock beside the lotus pond, holding her chin in her hand, with a sense of laziness all over her body, her eyes focused on the lotus pond, her eyebrows soft and calm.

I took my phone and took a look. It was already eight o'clock. Water lilies bloom between eight o'clock and ten o'clock.

Jian Qing sat up straight, picked up the camera and pointed it at the lotus pond, always ready to capture the moment when the water lilies bloom.

Along with the faint fragrance, the lotus flower closest to her trembled slightly, its delicate petals slowly stretched, and the tender yellow stamens gradually revealed its delicate appearance.

Jian Qing quickly grabbed the photo, and the sound of "click, click, click" was particularly clear.

After casually browsing through the photos in the camera, Jian Qing curled her lips with satisfaction, stood up lazily, stretched her body, and jumped off the rock lightly.

Call it a day and go home for breakfast!

"Ouch--"

Before she could even take two steps, a roar stopped her in her tracks.

Do you want to see Master Jing? Miss Jian is going to have a bad taste, she has the strength to seduce Master Jing... Hahaha