Chapter 671: 657, Indeed Quite Coincidental (1)_1 Chapter 671: 657, Indeed Quite Coincidental (1)_1 The rain had stopped, and the air was filled with a subtle fragrance of sakura blossoms.
After breakfast, Quan Jingwu was called away by Ito Takahashi to discuss some collaborative work. Jian Qing didn’t want to stay in the stuffy meeting room, so she didn’t tag along.
Looking out at the fluttering cherry blossoms, she felt an urge to go out. So, after changing her clothes, she left her room to wander around the palace.
Upon reaching a nearby pavilion she had previously visited, her phone suddenly rang.
Jian Qing took out her mobile; it was a video call from Xiya.
She smiled momentarily and had barely pressed the answer button when Xiya’s contagiously enthusiastic voice came through.
“Dear Jian, did you miss me? Did you?”
Xiya’s chatter, typical of her style.
Seeing no one on the screen, only hearing voices, Jian Qing replied, “I missed your cat, Maomao. Not you.”
“Bad girl!” The video moved abnormally, and then Xiya appeared on the screen, hugging her little darling.
Jian Qing looked at her usually sharp chin, which was now rounder. She could tell that Khan was taking good care of her. As her eyes met the rotating big eyes of Maomao, her smile gradually broadened.
“Xiya, are you sure you didn’t adopt the wrong child? Your little girl doesn’t look like you at all.”
In fact, she seemed to be a spitting image of Khan.
This familial relationship… you could tell just by their faces.
Mentioning this, Xiya was a bit bothered.
She looked down at gentle Maomao in her arms and sulked, “My little girl is so dim, she can’t choose the good features from her mommy to inherit. Instead, she chose to inherit that fickle loafer’s looks. It pains me too!”
It stings, really stings!
Even if her eyes were to look like her’s, she would be satisfied. After all, her beautiful jade-green eyes were stunning, so why didn’t Maomao choose to inherit that?
Instead, her whole face was a perfect replica of Khan’s.
It’s enough to make her sick to her stomach.
Jian Qing chuckled lightly, “It seems like Khan is taking good care of you and your daughter. Where is he?”
“How could you say he’s taking care of us well?” Xiya rolled her eyes and said, “He’s out making formula milk.”
“Because of your rounded face shape.” Jian Qing responded quite bluntly.
“Rounded?” Xiya’s eyes widened.
Then, she scrutinized herself on the video, squinting from the left and right.
“Where does it look rounded? I can’t see it.”
Jian Qing watched Xiya’s reaction and grinned, “Why are you worried, Khan won’t despise you.”
“That won’t do. My face is standard melon-seed shape, it absolutely can’t be round. I have to keep up appearances when flirting with girls out there.” Xiya touched her chin, which seemed to be a bit rounder.
“Don’t just think about your face, you’re about to drop Maomao.” Seeing Maomao about to slip from her arms, Jian Qing quickly reminded her.
Motherhood really does wear on one’s nerves.
Maomao blinked her round, watery eyes. Her thick eyelashes were fluttering, her small white face was so soft and tender, it was absolutely adorable.
When Xiya heard Jian Qing’s words, she quickly tightened her hold on Maomao. She looked at Maomao’s clear eyes and felt a pang of guilt.
“Maomao, mommy won’t drop you. You relax, relax.”
Maomao, her head tilted up, blew bubbles with her small pink lips.
“Maomao, daddy’s got your milk.”
The voice arrived before the person.
Next, Jian Qing saw a pair of large hands appear in Xiya’s embrace to pick up Maomao.
“Jian!”
Khan, holding Maomao, sat down next to Xiya and greeted Jian Qing through the video.
“Xiya, see how others are a daddy, compare them to yourself.” Seeing Khan holding the child with one hand and a milk bottle in the other, feeding the child with great dexterity, Jian Qing couldn’t help but comment.
Xiya defended herself, “Am I that bad?”
Jian Qing pretending to size her up once, then nodded, “Indeed.”
“Oh, stinky Jian! Am I not your sweetheart anymore?” said Xiya dramatically, clutching her chest.
“No.” came Jian Qing’s brutal add-on.
Xiya threw herself onto the sofa, nearly fainting from the outrage.
Suddenly, she sat up again, showing a mischievous grin. “Jian, did you meet any princes or princesses in the Royal Family?”
“I didn’t see any princes, but I did meet two princesses.” As Jian Qing brushed petals off her shoulder, she responded.
“Princesses?” Xiya raised her eyebrow, “Are you not worried about your idol being coveted by the princess?”
After all, everyone is drawn to good looks.
Jian Qing thought of Ito Keiko and self-depreciatingly said, “Didn’t you say my killing power is as strong as an army?”
Xiya responded, “Indeed, even if he is attracted to other girls, he’d probably wilt in your hands.”
Jian Qing flashed a smile.
“By the way, why are you alone? What happened to your idol?” After chatting for so long, Xiya had finally noticed something was off. The ever-present Quan Jingwu was nowhere to be found.
“He has a collaborative project to discuss. I took our Baozi out for a walk.” As she said this, Jian Qing glanced at the sleepy Maomao in Khan’s arms and couldn’t help but wonder what her own Baozi would look like.
Xiya just gave a nod. Spotting Maomao falling asleep out of the corner of her eye, she quickly bid Jian Qing goodbye, “I need to bathe Maomao. We’ll catch up later.”
With the screen going dark, Jian Qing turned off her phone and put it back in her pocket.
After standing for so long, her legs were somewhat sore, so she moved a few steps up to sit down in the pavilion.
The breeze floated by, making her feel a bit drowsy. She supported her head with one hand, half-closing her eyes, and watched the petals dancing in the wind.
The pale pink cherry blossom petals fluttered down all around, making for an irresistibly beautiful scene.
As her eyelids gradually became heavy and she was about to take a nap, a flash of white clothing broke into her line of vision.
She opened her eyes instantly, her gaze clear, showing no sign of drowsiness at all.
Against the dim gold light, the man’s handsome face had a halo around it. With eyebrows like willow leaves, an upright posture, and a temperament of innate gentility, he bore a scholarly air.
Resting her chin on her fingertips, Jian Qing gazed at the approaching figure, her eyes lingering on his long legs a few seconds longer before subtly shifting away.
Shen Yan walked into the pavilion. This time, he wasn’t accompanied by A’er. He was alone.
“Miss Jian, what a coincidence!”
Jian Qing kept her eyes calm, “Quite a coincidence indeed.”
So much so that it took her by surprise.
“May I sit here?” Shen Yan asked politely.
Jian Qing responded, “Feel free.”
Shen Yan thanked her and sat down across from her.
He looked at her exquisite side profile, deep down in his eyes, a light tinge of longing.
Before he could hide his emotions, a pair of obsidian-like black eyes met his. Their gazes locked.