Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

"Grandma, I wish you good health and stay beautiful every year!" Quan Yifei also asked for leave today and did not go to the company. She held Old Mrs. Quan's hand and sweetly sent her blessings.

"You little talker, just say some coaxing words to me, grandma is already old, how can she still be beautiful!" Old Mrs. Quan knocked her head with a kind smile on her face.

Quan Yifei pretended to be in pain and covered her head, looking at Mr. Quan with a smile, "Who said that? Grandma is young. Grandpa, do you think I am right?"

"Yes, you are right." Mr. Quan said forcefully.

In front of so many juniors, Mrs. Quan glared at her wife coquettishly, "What are you talking about?"

"Hahaha" everyone looked at Mr. Quan and his wife and couldn't help laughing.

"Second aunt, when will third brother and Jian Qing come?" Quan Yifei looked at the time and the door, and found that Jian Qing hadn't appeared yet.

"It should be here soon. I called Keigo early in the morning to urge him." After several days of nursing, Rui Yi's feet are finally feeling better.

"Everyone will come as soon as I say!" Quan Mingxuan was sitting facing the door, and with sharp eyes he saw the figures of two people holding each other outside the door.

"Xiao Qing'er!" Rui Yi jumped up from the sofa and walked quickly to the door.

Outside the door, Jian Qing was being held by Quan Jingwu, her face still indifferent, but she was still a little nervous in her heart.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here!" Quan Jingwu felt her palms sweating and comforted him softly.

When he saw through it, Jian Qing coughed uncomfortably and muttered, "How can I be nervous!"

Quan Jingwu chuckled softly. As soon as the two of them walked to the door, they saw a figure rushing toward them.

"Xiao Qing'er, I finally looked forward to having you here."

Jian Qing didn't know whether she should avoid it or not. Someone beside her directly helped her solve this problem and stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms.

"Mom, watch your image!"

"Stingy guy!" Rui Yi glared at Quan Jingwu dissatisfiedly after missing the point.

Everyone in the living room looked at Quan Jingwu, and their eyes dropped to Jian Qing who was protecting him in his arms. Mrs. Quan, who had never seen Jian Qing in person, had a look of surprise in their eyes.

Feeling the scorching gazes of everyone, Jian Qing was silently embarrassed no matter how calm she was. After all, the people here were Xiaojing's family members.

She secretly pushed Quan Jingwu's hand and signaled him to let her go, "Xiao Jing!"

Seeing her rare shyness, Quan Jingwu let go of her and led her to the sofa.

"Girl Qing, we meet again!" Mr. Quan said with a smile.

Jian Qing nodded politely, "Grandpa Quan!"

"My dear, this is my grandma, uncle..." Quan Jingwu introduced her.

As if they had seen a ghost, Mr. Quan and others stared at Quan Jingwu in disbelief.

What did they just hear?

Good boy?

Among those present, Rui Yi, his wife and Quan Yifei were the only ones who could remain calm. After all, they had already seen it.

Jian Qing's ears, which were hidden under her long hair, turned slightly red, and she wished she could find a hole and escape directly.

She knew it would be like this!

Are you still going to let her live?

"Grandma Quan, I wish you good health, this is my best wishes!" Jian Qing quickly changed the subject, and when they stared at her again, she felt that she couldn't hold on any longer.

"It's good if you come, why don't you bring any gifts?" Old Mrs. Quan stood up and pulled her over affectionately, "Come and sit here."

Jian Qing didn't hesitate and sat down next to her.

Quan Jingwu sat down next to Quan Mingxuan, opposite Jian Qing.

"You and Jingwu can come back for dinner, and there's no need for gifts." Mrs. Quan said kindly.

"Mom, Xiao Qing'er and Jing Wu picked out this gift together. Don't refuse her wishes." Rui Yi said with a gentle smile.

Jian Qing handed the gift with both hands, and Mrs. Quan took it with a smile, "Okay, then my old lady will be disrespectful."

Jian Qing smiled lightly and took back her hand.

"Jian Qing, have you had breakfast?" Quan Yifei, who was sitting next to her, asked. She still remembered Jian Qing's stomach trouble at the company.

"have eaten."

"Girl Qing, do you still remember how you made tea before?" Mr. Quan couldn't wait to remind her.

Jian Qing smiled sweetly, "Of course!"

"You old man, you just ordered people to make tea as soon as they sat down. How can you do that?" Old Mrs. Quan scolded with a smile.

Jian Qing said, "No problem."

"Hurry up, I'll give you this position." Mr. Quan kicked Quan Yimo and told him to move away.

Quan Yimo smiled helplessly, stood up and walked to sit next to Quan Jingwu.

"Third brother, your wife has taken my position away."

His voice was very low, but Quan Mingxuan also heard it.

Quan Jingwu raised his cold eyebrows lightly, "Any comments?"

Quan Yimo was sad and angry, who is the eldest brother?

Can you learn to respect your elder brother?

Jian Qing stood up and walked to where Quan Yimo was sitting. The tea set and tea leaves were already prepared. It seemed that Mr. Quan had already prepared them and was waiting for her.

The water in the kettle was boiling, and curls of smoke floated in the air.

"Grandpa Quan, please forgive me if I don't make the tea well." Jian Qing joked before making tea.

Mr. Quan stroked his beard and smiled heartily, "Girl, please don't be humble here."

Even Mrs. An, who has been a tea drinker for most of his life, is full of praise. This girl's craftsmanship is definitely extraordinary.

Jian Qing had a faint smile on her lips, and her slender jade-like fingers were flying on the tea set, making people attracted to her.

Warming the pot, setting the tea, warming the tea, waking up the tea, brewing, and serving the tea, all the procedures flowed smoothly and naturally, as if they had been practiced thousands of times.

Quan Jingwu's purple eyes fell on her smooth and fair face, and there were dots of doting light in his eyes. His sweet baby always made him unable to take his eyes away!

"Good, good craftsmanship!" Mr. Quan clapped his hands and praised.

Jian Qing smiled lightly, placed her trust in the teapot, and handed the tea to Mr. Quan, "Try it!"

Mr. Quan took it, and Jian Qing took another cup of tea and handed it to Mrs. Quan.

After taking a sip, Mr. Quan's eyes lit up, "Not bad, it's really good!"

With a sigh of praise, he couldn't wait to swallow the whole cup of tea.

Mrs. An's words are indeed true. This girl's tea-making skills are indeed as good as those of tea masters.

"It's really good!" On weekdays, Mrs. Quan also likes to drink tea with Mr. Quan. Over the years, she has a certain understanding of tea. This tea is indeed good.

The two old men said this, and others couldn't help but become interested. The first to bear the brunt was Quan Che, the father of Quan Mingxuan, the third son of the Quan family.

He grabbed the last cup of tea before Quan Hao could. The rich aroma of tea filled his nose, making him feel refreshed.

Taking a gentle sip, Quan Che's eyes lit up and he looked up at Jian Qing, "Jian Qing, have you ever learned the art of making tea?"

"I've been studying for a while." Jane said calmly.

There was a hint of appreciation in Quan Che's eyes, and he turned to look at his son with dissatisfaction, "Look at me, look at you again, I asked you to learn tea ceremony for two days, and you made the tea master angry."