Chapter 970 - 970 956 Shen Hua is utterly defeated (3)

Chapter 970: 956, Shen Hua is utterly defeated (3) Chapter 970: 956, Shen Hua is utterly defeated (3) He furrowed his brows and pushed open the door that was ajar.

Upon seeing the scene inside the room, he was slightly taken aback.

What, what was this situation?

Even Shen Yan, who had seen his fair share of storms, couldn’t help but be shocked by the scene before him.

A little treasure sat on the couch, quietly eating something, and as for the other little treasure, he was sitting in Shen Hua’s arms, swinging his small feet, with his chubby little hands clutching strawberries and pieces of apple to munch on.

The relaxed posture gave off a sense of a big boss’s presence every minute.

What’s more terrifying, Shen Hua and the little guy in his arms were talking. Who knows what the little one said, but Shen Hua suddenly burst into laughter.

The corners of Shen Yan’s mouth twitched, but he couldn’t help feeling relieved at the bottom of his heart, with a sensation of having been reborn after a calamity.

Upon hearing the noise at the doorway, Shen Hua’s eyes swept toward Shen Yan and, upon seeing A’er behind him, a sarcastic smile spilled from his lips.

It seems that a disloyal dog, no matter how well trained, is still useless.

“Ayan, you’ve sure arrived quickly. What, are you feeling better now?”

Shen Yan steadied his breathing and walked in calmly. Seventeen and Nineteen looked at the uncle who suddenly barged in, who resembled Shen Hua quite a bit, confusion emerging in their eyes.

“Brother, why did you bring them here?” Shen Yan asked straightforwardly.

Shen Hua scoffed scornfully, “What bring them here? Look at this room, and then at the table full of food. Does this look like the treatment of people who’ve been captured?”

Shen Yan persisted, his face cold as he continued, “The matters in F Country were all my doing, unrelated to Quan Jingwu and the others. This is a feud between us adults; don’t involve the children.”

Shen Hua sneered with disdain, looking at him scornfully, “So what, you want me to send them back? Heh, let me tell you, Shen Yan, I went through a lot of effort to take hold of them. No matter what you say, I won’t possibly return them to Jian Qing and the others. You might as well abandon that hope early.”

“Brother, what exactly do you want to do?” Shen Yan asked angrily.

Shen Hua snickered, his gaze falling on the two little treasures, “What I want to do, you’ll find out soon enough.”

“Brother, I’m begging you, please return them to Jian Qing. If the kids are missing, she will surely be worried to death,” Shen Yan said, softening his tone, speaking gently and amiably.

Shen Hua’s expression turned cold, “No, way!”

“Brother, if you don’t agree to it, I’ll just keep kneeling here,” Shen Yan steeled his heart, his knees striking the floor with a dull thud.

“Thump—”

Shen Hua gazed down at the person kneeling before him, his fingers clenching fiercely as he looked at him with a somber expression. “Even if you kneel, without eating or drinking, I will never change my mind.”

The eyes of the two brothers met in the air, both sharp and aggressive.

Seventeen glanced at Shen Hua and then at Shen Yan, and suddenly, he circumvented the table, running in small steps to Shen Yan’s side.

“Uncle, here.”

He pursed his lips in a smile, his small hand holding out a strawberry to Shen Yan.

Who says that children don’t understand anything? They are quite clever—knowing who truly cares for them with a clear conscience, just like the two little treasures know in the depths of their hearts.

Shen Yan hadn’t expected Seventeen to approach him on his own, and he froze for a few seconds. Looking into his eyes, that were similar to those of Jian Qing, he gave a faint smile.

“Thank you, Seventeen,” Shen Yan touched his little face with raised hand, speaking warmly, “Uncle won’t eat, it’s fine if Seventeen eats.”

Beside them, Shen Hua watched Seventeen approaching Shen Yan and his gaze darkened.

The little guy was really quite astute.

“Uncle, come.” Seventeen squatted down, grabbed Shen Yan’s hand, and tried to pull him up.

“Does it look good in front of the children? Get up quickly,” Shen Hua said coldly, deliberately making his words harsh, “If you fall ill again, when I do something to these two children later, you won’t be alive to protect them.”

Shen Yan glanced at him indifferently and then stood up to sit on the sofa.

Looking at the two little ones enjoying their food beside him, he curled his lips, “Seventeen, can Uncle give you a hug?”

Strictly speaking, these two little guys should actually call him “Great-Uncle.” Calling him “Uncle” seemed more like he was trying to act young.

Seventeen tilted his little head and sized up Shen Yan with his bright, ink-colored eyes, then stretched out his small hand to him, a gesture of agreement to be held.

Seeing this, Shen Yan’s eyebrows lit up with delight, and he hurriedly reached out to pick him up.

Watching Seventeen, who had always been on guard against him, now willingly let Shen Yan hold him, Shen Hua let out a scornful laugh and turned his gaze to Nineteen.

“Nineteen, come here, Uncle has some yummy food for you.”

Although he had only been with the two little ones for a short while, he had noticed that Nineteen seemed to be easier to coax than Seventeen.

Nineteen, munching on a strawberry, toddled over to Shen Hua, who cast a sidelong glance at Shen Yan, revealing a smug smile.

The next second, his body stiffened, and his gaze turned dim as he looked at the little one in front of him.

Nineteen finished his strawberry, his tiny hands sticky with the sweet juice. Without a thought, his chubby little hands smeared straight onto Shen Hua’s white shirt.

Once, twice.

Instantly, the expensive white shirt was stained with a patch of pink, faintly showing the shape of a small hand.

“Little thing, you…” As Shen Hua looked at his soiled shirt and was about to explode, Shen Yan cut him off.

“Nineteen, come over here to Uncle.”

“Nineteen, come,” said Seventeen, who was sitting on Shen Yan’s lap, echoing the call.

Hearing his brother’s shout, Nineteen glanced back at him, smeared his hands a couple more times on Shen Hua’s white shirt absentmindedly, and then turned to run toward Seventeen.

After just a couple of steps, his round little body stopped.

He turned his head toward Shen Hua, flashed a cute smile at his ashen face, waved his now-clean hand, and said, “Thank you.”

KO. In this round, Shen Hua was utterly defeated.

Shen Hua’s face was icy as he looked at the strawberry juice smudged on his shirt, struggling to suppress the urge to thrash him.

Shen Yan lowered his head slightly, his shoulders trembling slightly.

A shallow smile crossed his eyes, and when he looked up again, his face had returned to its usual calmness.

“Come, Nineteen, let Uncle hold you.” To prevent his big brother from becoming angry and lashing out at the little one, Shen Yan quickly picked up Nineteen.

“Brother, since your shirt is dirty, you should go change it first; I can take care of the kids.”

Shen Hua gave Nineteen a vicious look, but the latter was busy munching on fruit and didn’t catch his malevolent gaze.

He snorted derisively and left the room.

Finally, he said, “Shen Yan, don’t overestimate your ability to send them away. I’m the master of this island. If you really anger me, I won’t keep either of these little ones.”

“Bang—”

The door slam echoed, frightening the two little treasures, making Nineteen’s hands tremble, and his strawberries dropped to the ground.

“Nineteen, here, eat this.” Shen Yan picked up the strawberries from the ground and then got him a new one.

“Thank you.” Nineteen took the strawberry and gave him a soft, adorable smile.

Shen Yan looked at the two little treasures with a gentle gaze and reached out to touch their little heads, “Don’t worry, Uncle will make sure nothing happens to you.”