Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 972 - 972 958 Shen Hua is an old witch (2)

Chapter 972: 958, Shen Hua is an old witch (2) Chapter 972: 958, Shen Hua is an old witch (2) The servant’s body twitched, “I, I saw the two young masters playing in the garden and thought nothing would go wrong, so I went to the bathroom halfway through. When I returned, I couldn’t find them anymore.”

“Useless trash.”

Ada scolded and immediately went out to search.

When Shen Yan arrived at the Study Room, he heard Nineteen’s crying and, without bothering to knock, burst through the door.

“Seventeen, Nineteen!”

Shen Hua turned his head to look, his brows tight, “Shen Yan, now you don’t even bother with the basic courtesy of knocking?”

“Brother, I’m sorry,” Shen Yan hurriedly apologized, then his gaze moved past Shen Hua to the two little treasures huddled together beside the desk.

Seventeen was holding Nineteen, whose pure eyes were misty with moisture, determined not to cry, whereas Nineteen, who was in his arms, had a little face red from crying, and golden tears fell like pearls off a broken string.

Seeing Shen Yan arrive, Nineteen quickly ran to him, tiny hands grasping his thigh, “Good man, uncle, the wicked witch … the wicked witch bullied Nineteen.”

In just a few days, Nineteen’s fondness for Shen Yan had risen sharply, evident from the way he addressed him.

As for Shen Hua, the disparity was more like an entire galaxy. The little treasures often listened to Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing reading storybooks, and the wicked witch from the storybooks was vivid in their memory. Shen Hua often showed them a fierce and terrifying face, making the little treasures associate him directly with the witch.

The first time Shen Yan heard this unique nickname, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter, but he quickly composed himself, fearing that Shen Hua might impulsively harm the little ones.

Even after several days, upon hearing it again, Shen Yan still felt the urge to laugh.

He clenched his fist, coughed lightly into it twice, then crouched down and accepted the tissue passed by Ada, wiping the tear stains off Nineteen’s face, “Nineteen be good, don’t cry, uncle is here.”

Nineteen sniffled, “The wicked witch is bad.”

“Ahem.” Shen Yan lowered his head, concealing the laughter in his eyes.

Listening to Nineteen’s continuous cries of “wicked witch,” Shen Hua’s expression darkened like thick ink.

On the side, Ada and A’er lowered their heads; they heard nothing at all.

Shen Yan waved to Seventeen, “Come over, Seventeen.”

Seventeen ran over, and Shen Yan hid the two little treasures behind him, looking up at Shen Hua, “Brother, they’re just kids, don’t be harsh on them.”

“Heh, adults couldn’t cause half the trouble they do,” Shen Hua said icily, “just look at the mess they’ve made.”

Shen Yan glanced at the computer on the desk that had been sprinkled with water and spoke indifferently, “Brother, a bit of water on the computer won’t cause much damage. I guarantee I’ll fix the computer for you, and ensure that not a single file is lost.”

“No matter what, I have decided to punish these two little rascals today, Ada, don’t allow them to eat today,” Shen Hua declared with a heart of stone, glancing at the two little treasures hiding behind Shen Yan, “take them and lock them up in their room.”

“Brother, you cannot do this,” Shen Yan’s gaze darkened, “If you really need to vent your anger, how about this, you can beat me up, just don’t take it out on them.”

Shen Hua’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “You said it yourself.”

He stepped forward, and Seventeen poked his head out from behind Shen Yan, his black eyes fixed on Shen Hua with a hint of disdain, “Good man, uncle is not afraid, wait for daddy to beat the wicked witch.”

Shen Yan looked down at Seventeen protecting him, his heart warmed.

He patted his little head, “Be good.”

Being continuously called a wicked witch by Nineteen was already infuriating for Shen Hua; now with Seventeen also calling him that, the veins in his neck and temples bulged with anger.

“Get out of my way,” Shen Hua said, pushing Shen Yan aside. Luckily, Ada caught him in time, or Shen Yan would have taken a tumble.

“Elder master, younger master, their bodies haven’t fully recovered; please don’t be hard on them.”

“You have no say here,” Shen Hua answered with contempt.

“Ada, take them out first,” Shen Yan instructed after steadying himself.

A’er glanced at Shen Hua, then at the two little treasures with red eyes, stretched out his hand to pick them up, and walked outside.

The door closed, Shen Yan withdrew his gaze, then walked over to the sofa, and bent down to pick up the fruit knife on the table.

“Second Young Master, what are you going to do?” Ada asked as he reflexively stepped in front of Shen Hua, eyeing the fruit knife in his hand.

Shen Hua looked at him intently, his gaze deep.

“Brother, consider this my apology to the two little ones on their behalf.”

The very soft voice echoed through the study room.

A ruthless look flashed through his eyes as he swung the knife across his own arm twice.

Blood spurted out instantly, staining his white shirt crimson.

The whole process was so quick that Shen Hua didn’t have a chance to stop it.

“You’re crazy!”

Shen Hua’s face turned pale with shock. He stepped forward, snatched the knife from his hand, and threw it on the ground.

“If this isn’t enough, I can add a few more cuts,” Shen Yan said, his face pale, forcing a smile.

“Shut your mouth,” Shen Hua said angrily, giving him a glare, then covered his wound with his hand and turned to Ada, “Go get a doctor.”

“Yes.”

Seeing Shen Yan’s arm bleeding continuously, he hurried out to find a doctor without delay.

After the wound was treated, Shen Yan left the study room, taking the computer with him.

When he got back to his room, Seventeen and Nineteen were playing with toys.

Seeing him, the two little treasures immediately dropped their toys and ran to his side.

“Good man, uncle,” Nineteen said, his little head raised, smiling so much that his eyes disappeared.

“Are you hungry?” Shen Yan asked gently, pinching his little face.

“Not hungry,” Nineteen said with a milky voice, “A’er, yummy.”

Shen Yan followed his gaze and saw the table full of food, smiled faintly,

“Then how about uncle plays toys with you?”

“Uncle, Seventeen wants daddy and mommy,” Seventeen said with a lowered head, speaking softly.

Shen Yan’s gaze paused slightly, he raised his hand and touched his silky hair, “Seventeen is good, daddy and mommy are busy with some things. You’ll stay here for a few more days. Uncle is so lonely here by himself; would you and Nineteen stay and keep uncle company for a few more days?”

Seventeen tilted his head as if thinking it over, then nodded lightly, “Okay.”

“Meanie, old witch,” Nineteen puffed up his little face, his voice soft, “When daddy comes, beat the old witch.”

“Hehe!” With Shen Hua not there, Shen Yan laughed unrestrained, holding Nineteen, kissing his little face.

“Nineteen, how can you be so cute?”

He sat down on the floor, letting Seventeen and Nineteen both sit on his legs, “Nineteen, come on, tell uncle, why ‘old witch,’ huh?”

Nineteen gnawed on his little hand, a sly smile showing in his eyes, “Bad person, old witch.”

Shen Yan shook his head and laughed, “Then what is your daddy?”

“A tyrant,” Seventeen said with a mischievous smile.