Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Chapter 177: 177, Reluctantly Accompany Her to Play (2)_1 Chapter 177: 177, Reluctantly Accompany Her to Play (2)_1 Song Xirou looked around her, intentionally puzzled, asked, “By the way, wasn’t Miss Jian also supposed to come? Why don’t I see her?”

Quan Yifei laughingly said, “Jian Qing, the big sleeper, is probably still having breakfast. My eldest brother was scared by her stomach flu last time, and he has been watching her meals closely now.”

“Is that so? I didn’t expect Jingwu to be so thoughtful.” Song Xirou laughed, covering her mouth.

Rhee glanced at his watch, looked up, and saw a car approaching from a distance, “Here they come!”

Song Xirou subconsciously checked her outfit, trying her best to keep calm. She could not let them see any signs of her admiration for him. Only in this way, she could see him more often.

A convertible stopped at the front gate, Jian Qing finished her last sip of milk, a satisfied smile surfaced at the corner of her lips.

A meal well eaten is a great part of life!

Song Xirou looked at the woman sitting in the passenger seat. Her soft long hair shadowed her side face which made Song Xirou unable to see her features clearly.

Suddenly, Song Xirou wished that she was the one sitting in that seat.

Both of them got out of the car at the same time. Quan Yifei came over to Jian Qing’s side, and noticed the opened package left in the car.

“Jian Qing, did Jingwu take you to Qianshi Restaurant for breakfast?”

“Mm-hmm.” Jian Qing nodded slightly, “Have you eaten yet?”

“We have eaten, just waiting for you now.” Quan Yifei patting her stomach cheerfully, she didn’t portrait a hint of ladylike refinement.

“Grandma Quan, Auntie!” Only then did Jian Qing turn around. Her natural features caught Song Xirou’s eyes, evoking a strong sense of crisis in her.

Before this, she had only seen her photos in the news. She never thought Jian Qing in person would look even more beautiful than her photos.

At this moment, she had to admit, Jian Qing indeed had a prettier face, but what about it. In terms of background or knowledge, she was confident that she was in no way inferior to Jian Qing.

“Little Qingqing, how are you feeling?” Rhee came over, held her hand, and asked concerningly. His attitude was completely different from when he was dealing with Song Xirou.

Jian Qing, “I’m fine now.”

“It’s getting late. Let’s get going.” Quan Yifei said.

The driver was already waiting in the car. Quan Yifei helped Quan’s grandmother to get in the car first, and then both Song Xirou and Rhee followed behind. Jian Qing leisurely trailed at the end.

“Sweetheart, wait!”

Quan Jingwu stopped her. Jian Qing turned her head, looking puzzled at him.

“Hmm?”

“Hat!”

He bent over to pick up the hat she had left inside the car and put it on her.

Jian Qing smiled, raised her hand, and adjusted the brim of the hat.

“Take this.” Then he took out a handful of colorful candies from his pocket and put it into her coat pocket.

She was slightly stunned. Meeting his eyes, she smiled.

She mentioned hypoglycemia to him once, turns out he really did take that to heart. He even prepared candies for her.

In the car, Song Xirou rolled down the window and glanced at the affectionate scene between the two from a distance, frosted intentions quickly flitted through her eyes.

“Xiaojing, you’ll spoil me.” She repeated this sentence again.

Jingwu chuckled, opened the car door for her, and let her in.

Finally, he reminded her in a gentle voice, “Call me if anything happens.”

Jian Qing nodded, only then did she close the car door.

All the way, Quan Yifei was energetically chatting with Jian Qing, as if there were endless conversation topics.

“Oh, what’s this?”

Quan Yifei’s attention was suddenly drawn to something on the ground. She bent over and picked it up.

Only then did Jian Qing realize that the candy bag in her pocket had accidentally fallen out, “That’s the candy your eldest brother gave.”

Quan Yifei smiled in understanding, “Can I have one?”

Jian Qing nodded amusingly. Rhee chipped in hastily, “Little Qingqing, when can we have wedding candies from you and Jingwu?”

Her straightforward question made Jian Qing’s eyes flutter, “…”

How was she supposed to answer that?

“I think, it shouldn’t be far.” Grandma Quan teased.

Silence is golden. She chose to stay silent.

Song Xirou, seeing them all having a good time, felt out of place and couldn’t help but interject, “Miss Jian, hello. I’ve long admired your reputation.”

Jian Qing lifted her eyes to look at her, giving Song Xirou a proper look for the first time. A spark of interest in her evident. She’s quite a beauty.

Quan Yifei looked at Song Xirou, then recalled that she hadn’t introduced her to Jian Qing yet, “Jian Qing, let me introduce you. This is Song Xirou.”

Jian Qing raised her brows slightly, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Song Xirou, eldest daughter of the Song family?

The person Han Yue mentioned yesterday?

“Qingqing, Xirou is two years older than you, and you’re of similar age. You should get along well.” The corner of Grandma Quan’s eyes crinkled into a smile as she said warmly.

Song Xirou’s voice was gentle, “Jian Qing, just call me Xirou. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you in person. Now that I finally met you, you really are as beautiful as Yifei said!”

Jian Qing looked at the woman across her, her narrow eyes frosted with faint coldness. She didn’t think they were this casual with each other yet, right?

“Miss Song is joking.” She said lightly.

Interesting, it seemed that the lady from the Song family was a lot more interesting than Chu Ruohan and An Yu.

Her “Miss Song” made Song Xirou’s face slightly changed, but she kept a smile on her face, “Just call me Xirou. Miss Song seems too distant.”

Jian Qing crossed her legs, her movements showing a rare mix of laziness and grace, “Miss Song is two years older than me. It doesn’t seem appropriate to call you by your name directly. I’ll call you Miss Song.”

If she wanted to play, then so be it. She would play along!

Rhee glanced at Song Xirou and approved of Jian Qing’s reaction. Honestly, she didn’t think much of Song Xirou herself.

Seeing the slightly awkward atmosphere, Quan Yifei quickly changed the subject, “Jian Qing, you have never been to the Hidden Orchid Temple before. I’ll show you around later.”

“Mm.” Jian Qing responded, propped her chin with her hand and looked out of the window.

Song Xirou lowered her eyelids, concealing the jealousy and resentment in her eyes. Jian Qing!

The Hidden Orchid Temple was far from the city center and stationed in the suburbs. They travelled for about an hour and a half and finally arrived.

Jian Qing put on her hat and got out of the car leisurely.

A thick fog dispersed, the deep and distant bell tolls echoed, creating an extraordinary feeling of serenity and solemnity.

The three elderly people walked in the front, Quan Yifei accompanied Jian Qing at the back as the whole group walked towards the temple in the distance.

The ancient temple looked like it was of some age, yet well-maintained. The eaves of the temple were as if they were just renovated. The ridge on top was carved with many saints that seemed lively.

The Hidden Orchid Temple was the most famous temple in Beijing. Whenever there were holidays, there would be crowds of people. They came early today, and it wasn’t a holiday, so the temple was still quiet.