My Ex-Wife Disappeared for Years and Had My Babies

Chapter 428: Chapter 295: Extra – To Choose a City to Grow Old In, With One Person Till Hair Turns White (3)

New Year’s Eve, the ground covered in white snow.

After hearing about the child from Yang Zijing’s mouth, Su Nian and Shen Hanxiu dared not delay in their search.

If that child wasn’t there, Su Nian always felt their happiness was incomplete. Now knowing the child is alive, Su Nian was so excited and thrilled that she was all tense.

The car drove on the snow-cleared road, Su Nian turned to look at Shen Hanxiu, who was driving; he seemed just as tense as her, his jaw clenched.

“Old Shen, do you think the child will hate us?”

“Even if he hates, he is still our son.”

Su Nian looked out the window and sighed, “Ah, even if he hates, it’s justified… he surely had a tough life these years.”

“Think about the time when you didn’t know he was still alive.”

Shen Hanxiu’s words instantly changed Su Nian’s mood.

Born prematurely at eight months, staying in an incubator for less than a day, and nearly lost, surviving was already a favor from heaven.

“Hey, look! Uncle Cheng and the others are here too!” Su Nian joyfully pointed at the line of familiar vehicles in the rearview mirror and then turned to look towards the back.

Shen Hanxiu had already noticed it; her reaction was quite slow, only noticing after they had traveled such a long distance.

The lively atmosphere of the New Year, combined with the excitement of seeing that child, kept Su Nian’s mood from settling for a long time.

“Son looks a lot like you!”

“Am I handsome or is he more handsome?”

Su Nian’s eyes gleamed, foolishly infatuated, “He looks exactly like you when you were young!”

Shen Hanxiu glared at her, “Are you saying I’m old now?”

“No!” Su Nian quickly waived her hands and spoke against her true feelings, “You are still youthful!”

…

In Shang City, an antiquated three-story mansion, there hung bright red lanterns by the door and couplets with golden letters on red paper. It was somewhat desolate, but it still felt like the New Year.

In a room at the corner of the third floor, snow falling outside, the room’s window was wide open, casting white light outside.

Inside, a teenage boy about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a thin shirt, sat at a desk, staring vacantly at a photo on his phone.

The photo showed a little girl, only seven or eight years old, dressed in a thick red cotton-padded jacket, smiling like a flower in the snowy field, looking exceptionally cute.

The photo was clearly taken secretly, as the girl’s gaze was not directed towards the camera. Original content can be found at novel⁂fire.net

“Knock, knock—”

The knocking sound brought the boy back to reality, the phone screen went black, he turned and walked to the door to open it.

Standing at the door was a middle-aged man in a black suit, the family butler: “Young Master Chen, it’s time to eat.”

The boy lowered his gaze, went back to pick up a somewhat thin overcoat considering the deep winter, put it on, and followed the butler downstairs.

As he walked into the hall, he heard the voice of a middle-aged woman in the dining room: “Ah, during the New Year, how can we celebrate without Mo Ming? The reunion dinner is naturally meant to be eaten together as a family!”

A majestic yet somewhat helpless strong male voice replied: “You know his temperament! If he doesn’t come back, can I even bind him to return?”

“Old Master, Mrs. Gu, Young Master Chen is here.”

The butler walked ahead to greet Gu Family’s elders, Shen Yanchen strode in and sat at the position furthest from the elders, without greeting them or even managing a polite smile, nor looking at them.

Mrs. Gu glanced at him coldly, murmuring quietly, “Dispiriting! Maybe it’s because of him that Mo Ming doesn’t come back!”

Old Master Gu glared at her harshly, and she shut her mouth.

Though Shen Yanchen wasn’t their biological son, he had become a prodigy in the business world; just managing the company for a year, and the performance increased by half. His achievements at the age of fifteen were something even the seasoned businessman that Old Master Gu was could admire.

With him serving the Gu Family, they were sure to thrive.

At this point, an elderly maid walked out from the kitchen carrying soup and dishes, seeing Shen Yanchen gave him a stern look, setting down the dishes, she said, “Old Master and Mrs. Gu haven’t started eating yet, how can you sit down at the table?! Have some manners.”

The boy was already expressionless, such treatment in this home was something he had gotten used to; he was merely a person working hard for the Gu Family.

Old Master Gu waved his hand at the maid, “Let him be, you go busy yourself.”

A large table of dishes, yet only a cold and quiet three people enjoying it.

“Ah, this is Mo Ming’s favorite dish.”

“Can you not mention it? Sighing during the New Year is not auspicious!”