Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

"How could I possibly move that girl." The smile on Mr. An's face faded and he sighed, "I'll be satisfied if she agrees to come back and live here."

Mr. Quan was surprised, thought for a moment, and finally expressed his doubts, "Uncle An, logically speaking, this is your An family's housework. I shouldn't ask more questions, but what happened back then?"

When talking about this matter, Mr. An fell into silence for a while, and then he said, "I don't want to mention all the troubles that happened back then. I can only say that fate plays tricks on people, and I have an unshirkable responsibility for this."

"Uncle An, that girl Jian Qing..." Mr. Quan remembered the scene where Jian Qing appeared on the day of the banquet. The girl came back with hatred for the An family. The An family may owe that girl a lot, but he witnessed it with his own eyes. Mr. An really loved that girl, and he didn't want the relationship between Jian Qing and the old man to become too tense.

Old Mrs. An knew what he wanted to say, waved his hand and interrupted him, "I know what you mean, that girl hates the An family, or even me, but everything has happened, I can only do my best. If I can make it up to her, I can’t ask for anything else.”

Mr. Quan looked at him, shook his head and sighed.

"By the way, I recently heard from Aqiu that your family Jingwu confessed his love in public. Which family's daughter is so attractive to that kid?" Mrs. An changed the subject and asked with great interest.

He didn't expect that that boy Quan Jingwu could be emotional, which really made him afraid that he would covet Qing girl.

Mr. Quan met his curious gaze and was speechless for a moment, "Well, this..."

"What's wrong? We can't talk anymore?" Mrs. An stared blankly, pretending to be angry, "Is our friendship just for fun?"

Mr. Quan suddenly had a headache. Just when he was worried about what to say, Qiu Bo came in with a tea set, "I'll tell you about this later. Come on, drink tea first."

After saying that, Mr. Quan quickly fiddled with the tea set and avoided the gaze of Mr. An.

Mrs. An looked at him and raised his white eyebrows. He always felt that he was a little strange.

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"Mommy, I heard that Mr. Quan is here, is it true?" An Yu walked down the stairs quickly, with obvious joy in her eyes.

Zhao Xuan didn't know what her daughter was thinking, so she smiled gently and said, "You are such a hot-tempered person, what if Mr. Quan sees this and leaves a bad impression?"

In her opinion, her daughter is not inferior to the ladies of other aristocratic families. Even if she cannot marry Quan Jingwu, Quan Yimo and Quan Mingxuan are also good candidates. If Yu'er can please Mr. Quan, then hopefully It's even bigger.

Hearing this, An Yu quickly adjusted her hair and skirt, and looked around with beautiful eyes, "Mommy, where is Mr. Quan? Didn't the servant say he is here?"

Zhao Xuan pulled her to sit down and pointed upstairs, "In your great-grandfather's study."

"Is Mr. Quan coming alone?" An Yu asked.

Zhao Xuan nodded and asked about her work, "By the way, why are you and Xiang'er so free recently, and why have you stayed here these two days?"

As if a sore spot had been stepped on, An Yu's face changed slightly, "I don't know why the notices and resources of the three of us have been reduced by nearly half in the past two days, and the agent didn't get any results even when I asked."

"What?" Zhao Xuan's face darkened, "What do those agents do for food? It's obvious that someone is playing tricks on them."

An Yu's heart tightened, "Mommy, are you saying that someone is deliberately targeting us?"

"You are signed in Han Yue's company. The Han family has a relationship with our An family more or less. It is impossible for Han Yue to do this suddenly for no reason. Someone must be angry with Han Yue." Zhao Xuan's eyes were gloomy. There was a hint of irritation in his voice.

An Yu suddenly realized, and the first thing that came to his mind was Jian Qing, "It's her, it must be Jian Qing who did it."

Zhao Xuan held her hand and motioned her to whisper, "How could Jian Qing know Han Yue? Besides, even if she did, how could she have such power to make Han Yue listen to her?"