Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Yang Lin's eyes dimmed, "Grandpa, grandma."

An Zhonghui hummed lukewarmly, but Zhou Qin took her hand and looked at her haggard look, feeling a little distressed.

"Lin'er, you don't look good. You haven't had any rest recently, okay?"

Yang Lin bit her lip lightly and said nothing.

An Rong pretended to wipe the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, "It's not that the paparazzi have been chasing Lin'er recently. It's all their fault, and Lin'er's career has been affected."

"If you do something wrong, you should examine the problem yourself." After a long silence, An Zhonghui suddenly said.

Sharp eyes swept over, and An Rong immediately felt at ease.

She lowered her head aggrievedly and tugged on Yang Lin's sleeve.

Yang Lin was unmoved and looked at the ground with dull eyes. Ever since she was "caught raped" on the spot in the hotel, she didn't like to talk much.

"Aqin, ask the kitchen to prepare more dishes. Azhe and the others are coming back today. You all should pay attention and don't make any more troubles. Otherwise, get out of the An family." An Zhonghui said in a cold voice.

The others remained silent. Zhou Qin was slightly dissatisfied and did not dare to show it.

If it weren't for her son's sake, she wished Jian Qing and the others would never come here again.

Outside, the faint sound of a car's engine could be heard.

"uncle!"

At the door, the servant's voice was somewhat respectful.

Everyone followed the sound and saw An Zhe walking in with a woman. When the two approached and saw the woman's face clearly, the expressions of Zhou Qin and the others suddenly changed.

The look on his face was as if he had seen a ghost.

Except for An Zhonghui who knew that Jian Wei was not dead, everyone else was kept in the dark.

An Chong's eyes were locked on the person standing next to An Zhe, his pupils were dilated, his mind went blank, and the sounds around him could not be heard.

She, she is still alive...

Jian Wei raised her eyes and glanced at the people in the living room. When she saw An Chong, she just looked away slightly. That indifferent attitude deeply hurt An Chong.

She looked at him with an even colder look than before.

"You, are you a human or a ghost?" A sharp voice suddenly sounded, and An Rong took two steps back and bumped into the column behind her.

She looked at Jian Wei in panic and swallowed, "What happened back then has nothing to do with me. If you want revenge, don't come to me."

Jian Wei looked at her calmly, neither happy nor angry, which made An Rong even more panicked.

"An Rong, don't talk nonsense." An Zhonghui stood up quickly when he saw a hint of displeasure in his son's eyes.

"Dad, please see clearly, she is Jian Wei, maybe she came to us for revenge." An Rong walked quickly to his side and said nervously.

"That's enough." An Zhonghui's face was livid, "She is Jian Wei. She is still alive. According to her seniority, you should call her sister-in-law. How unbecoming is it to shout about her all day long."

An Rong was stunned on the spot like a bolt from the blue.

An Chong rushed to Mo Xiao, his eyes never leaving Jian Wei, "You, are you still alive?"

Mo Xiao frowned, protected in front of Jian Wei, blocked An Chong's scorching gaze, and shouted warningly, "A Chong!"

"An!" Jian Wei took Mo Xiao's hand, took a step forward, and met An Chong's gaze, "Yes, I'm still alive."

She paused and turned to look at the others, "I don't intend to pursue what happened back then, so some people shouldn't come to trouble me. After all, I am no longer the amnesiac Jian Wei back then."

Zhou Qin and An Rong heard this and hid behind An Zhonghui.

"Okay, it's getting late. Let's go to the ancestral hall first." An Zhonghui said.

As soon as he left, Zhou Qin and An Rong quickly followed him.

In the courtyard, Nineteen sat on Quan Jingwu's shoulder, stretching out his little hands to grab the oranges on the tree.

This orange tree was planted by Mrs. An. On weekdays, he likes to sit under this tree for a while.

Perhaps because the servants took good care of it, there were many oranges on the trees.

From a distance, you can smell the refreshing smell of orange.

Nineteen's rosy little mouth opened slightly, with a suspicious silver thread hanging from the corner of her mouth, and her lotus-like little arms struggled to grab the orange above her head.

As soon as his little finger poked the orange, Quan Jingwu hugged him down. The orange flew away. Nineteen's little mouth dropped, and his bright purple eyes looked at Jian Qing, ready to burst into tears in the next second. .

Jian Qing patted Quan Jingwu dumbfounded and said, "Don't always tease your son."

Quan Jingwu looked at the aggrieved little guy in his arms, chuckled, stretched out his strong arm, and picked an orange easily.

"Nineteen, do you want it?"

Looking at the yellow oranges, Nineteen immediately held back her tears, grinned, and hurriedly snatched the oranges from his hand, "Yes."

Quan Jingwu pinched his little face, then picked another orange and handed it to Qi Qi.

An Yu looked at the happy smile on Jian Qing's face and compared it with her current situation, and couldn't help but feel ironic.

Her Jian Qing's mother was not dead, but her mother was.

Why is God always so unfair? All the good things happen to Jian Qing, but she gets nothing.

Beside her, Yang Lin saw Jian Qing's family of four and only stayed for a few seconds before looking away.

"Grandpa!" Shiqi saw Mo Xiao and Jian Wei showing off the oranges Quan Jingwu picked for him, "Oranges."

Mo Xiao lightly scratched the tip of his nose, stretched out his arms and hugged him, "Do you want to feed grandpa?"

"No." Seventeen hid the oranges in his arms, his clear black eyes flashing with a sly smile, "For grandma to eat."

"Haha." Jian Wei smiled broadly.

An Zhonghui looked at Qi Qi in Mo Xiao's arms, with an invisible hint of envy in his eyes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Jian Qing, who opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

The ancestral hall is located to the east of the old house. A gust of autumn wind blows, and the faint fragrance of osmanthus floats.

In the yard, the two sweet-scented osmanthus trees are almost as old as the old man.

Today we are going to worship the old man. An Zhonghui had people prepare things for worship early in the morning. There are all kinds of food on the sandalwood table.

An Zhonghui was the first to go in to burn incense, followed by Mo Xiao and the others.

After An Chong finished offering the incense, he came out and saw Jian Wei standing under the tree. He hesitated for a moment and finally walked over.

Jian Wei reached out her hand to catch the falling petals and played with them on her fingertips.

When she heard the footsteps, she turned around, raised her eyes, and met An Chong's complicated eyes, her expression was calm.

"Yun Xi, no, no, it should be Jian Wei." An Chong looked at the woman in front of him with nostalgia, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Jian Wei, "Is something wrong?"

"Did you decide to give birth to the child because you knew that the child in your belly was my brother's?" An Chong asked, expressing the knot in his heart. "If I had divorced, would you have chosen to give birth to the child?" Stop me?"