My Ex-Wife Disappeared for Years and Had My Babies

Chapter 125: Chapter 98: Boy, I am Your Future Dad_2

The clamorous noise suddenly ceased, she didn’t know if it was reality or if she had lost her hearing, and gradually even her consciousness blurred, but the embrace protecting Su Zhen did not slacken.

As soon as Shen Hanxiu arrived, the crowded mass of people automatically parted ways.

This man, they couldn’t afford to offend, upsetting him could result in minor consequences like company closure or, at worst, loss of life.

Some who hadn’t noticed Shen Hanxiu’s arrival, under his infuriated state, he started hitting people and smashed many pieces of equipment.

When he saw the cowering mother and daughter on the ground, not knowing whose blood stained the floor, silence fell, with only the sound of Su Zhen crying out of fear and pain.

Seeing Su Nian and her daughter in such a state, Shen Hanxiu truly felt the urge to kill.

Without bothering to deal with these people, he immediately bent down to lift Su Nian from the ground, then instructed Yang Zichen to bring the two children along.

The media was still capturing this precious moment; the news subject appearing at the scene was a rare opportunity. However, the person was Shen Hanxiu, and with ten times the courage, they wouldn’t dare block his car.

Yang Zichen found the two children, quickly got in the car, and started it.

Sitting in the back seat, Shen Hanxiu held Su Nian, as Su Zhen’s cries hadn’t yet stopped, looking at Su Nian fearfully asking: “Mom’s head is bleeding… will mom die?”

Su Bao, being sensible, held Su Zhen with his small tuxedo stained with footprints, seemingly also somewhat hurt, but unlike Su Zhen, he didn’t cry out of fear and unease.

Instead, he comforted his sister sensibly and helped her wipe her tears.

Shen Hanxiu, unable to comfort Su Zhen anymore, touched Su Nian’s head with his large hand, gently calling her name: “Su Nian, Su Nian.”

Su Nian slowly opened her eyes; her expression seemed strained, her mouth moved but she couldn’t say a word.

Seeing her open her eyes eased Shen Hanxiu’s concern; he feared that once she closed them, she might never wake up again.

Even if Su Nian didn’t make a sound, Shen Hanxiu knew what she wanted to say.

Grasping her cold little hand, facing her elusive gaze, he said: “The kids are fine, don’t worry, with me here, nothing will happen to you.”

Her hand weakly clasped his in response, then rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes again.

After chaos in the hospital, Su Nian was taken to a ward, and upon examination completion, the doctor said: “Currently, it seems to be just superficial skin trauma, need to wait for Ms. Su to wake up to confirm if there’s any other discomfort.”

Shen Hanxiu frowned, lightly ‘Hmm’ed, and gestured with his hand for them to leave.

Approaching the bedside, looking at her pale, clean face, her forehead wrapped in bothersome gauze, her frail appearance was heartbreaking.

Shen Hanxiu hated himself; in such a dangerous moment, he wasn’t there to protect her and the children, allowing her to suffer.

Speaking of which, the whole mess stemmed from him.

If he had paid attention to Su Yalan’s words yesterday, he could have prevented today’s farce. Even if not, he could have been there to face it with her, instead of leaving them, a mother and children, alone among a bunch of ruthless media.

His large hand gently stroked her haggard face; this was the first time since his return that he had carefully examined her face.

When he arrived at the scene and saw her frail body shielding Su Zhen in her arms, unexplainable feelings filled his heart.

Heartbroken yet guilty.

Yang Zichen went with Su Zhen and Su Bao for a check-up, confirming only superficial injuries. Only then did Shen Hanxiu feel relieved.

Tears were still present in Su Zhen’s eyes, but she had stopped crying.

Shen Hanxiu lifted her little hand, “Does it still hurt?”

Su Zhen shook her head, looking at Su Bao she said: “Su Bao blew on it, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Shen Hanxiu glanced at Su Bao, the child also looked back with a slightly hostile gaze.

Standing up, he patted Su Bao’s head, between men, no need for excessive sentimental comforting.

“Uncle, is my mom’s head okay now?”

“It’s okay, mom is sleeping now, go play outside with your brother.”

While arranging, unexpectedly, Su Bao, who normally refrained from speaking to him, spoke up: “Zhenzhen, stay here with mom.” Then looking at Shen Hanxiu he said: “You, come out with me.”

Saying this, Su Bao walked out of the ward with surprising decisiveness.

Shen Hanxiu was bemused; for the first time in his life, he was being led by the nose, and he had no choice but to comply.

Outside the ward, Su Bao, who never talked to him, stood with his little hands held behind, facing the man much taller than himself without a shred of fear, his expression quite similar to Shen Hanxiu’s.

Shutting the ward door, Shen Hanxiu heard the little future son’s first words: “In the future, don’t come looking for my mom anymore!”

Shen Hanxiu squatted down to level with him and said, “Kid, I am your prospective dad.”

“If it weren’t for you, my mom, my sister, and I wouldn’t have gotten hurt today!”

Shen Hanxiu was choked by his words, it seemed the kid understood everything.

For the first time, the Third Young Master Shen admitted his mistake with a good attitude, still facing a three-year-old kid, he promised: “There won’t be a next time.” Not expecting him to still be unsatisfied, he continued to accuse: “Marry whoever you want to marry, stop looking for us in the future, we don’t need you!”

Before, he so longed for a dad, but now that he found his dad, his mom got hurt and bled. If having a dad meant his mom must suffer, then he’d rather not have such a dad.

Hearing his “We don’t need you!”, Shen Hanxiu felt a mix of emotions, but maintained a calm expression, standing up unyieldingly saying: “Kids shouldn’t meddle in adult matters.” Saying so, he took a few red notes from his wallet: “Take this, go buy some food downstairs for your sister, and bring something up for your mom.”

Su Bao looked at the money in his hand with displeasure, eventually grabbing it, and then called Su Zhen to eat.

Watching the two little figures hobble down the stairs, only then did Shen Hanxiu instruct Yang Zichen: “Arrange for a press conference at two o’clock.”

“Press conference?” Yang Zichen, who understood Shen Hanxiu, knew he disdained dealing with the media, but today he took the initiative to hold a press conference.