Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 973 - 973 959 Can I see her (3)

Chapter 973: 959, Can I see her (3) Chapter 973: 959, Can I see her (3) Shen Yan was taken aback, “Why ‘Tyrant’?”

“Mommy called him ‘King Tyrant,'” Seventeen explained clearly.

Shen Yan burst into laughter.

So the little guy was imitating Jian Qing.

“Then what is Mommy?”

Nineteen raised her little hand enthusiastically, “She’s the Big Treasure.”

“Mommy is the Big Treasure for us and Daddy,” Seventeen echoed.

“So good!” Shen Yan couldn’t help but grin.

By dinner time, Shen Yan had repaired Shen Hua’s computer and had A’er deliver it back to him.

…

Early the next morning, Shen Yan took the two little treasures to play by the seaside.

After the servants had bathed the two little treasures, Seventeen and Nineteen, dressed in identical clothes, their delicate faces endeared the island servants, who couldn’t stop inwardly exclaiming at their cuteness.

Shen Yan sat on the sofa, reading the newspaper. When he saw the two children coming down, he closed the newspaper and placed it aside, “Seventeen, Nineteen, come and have a look at your toy cars.”

Seventeen and Nineteen toddled over, their sparkling eyes lighting up as they saw the two cars placed next to the sofa.

One blue and one silver, the sleek car models were clearly custom-made.

“Thank you.” The two treasures didn’t rush to get into the cars, instead, they looked at Shen Yan and thanked him.

Shen Yan smiled gently, “Go ahead and play.”

Seventeen climbed into the silver car, and Nineteen got into the blue one. In the spacious living room, the laughter of the two treasures could be heard from time to time.

“Beep beep beep.” Nineteen drove the toy car toward the door, her rosy lips continuously mimicking the sound of a car horn.

“Thud—”

A dark figure loomed before her, and Nineteen, not noticing it, crashed right into it.

She looked up, meeting Shen Hua’s dark and stern poker face. Nineteen’s smile faded, and she turned and ran.

“Brother!”

Seeing things were not good, Shen Yan hurried over.

Shen Hua scoffed and walked past him to sit down on the sofa.

“Brother, there’s something I want to discuss with you.” Shen Yan sat down opposite him. Seventeen immediately ran over, and Shen Yan picked him up to sit in his arms.

Shen Hua crossed his legs and said, “Speak.”

“I was thinking, maybe we could take the two little ones to see her,” Shen Yan said cautiously, probing.

“Shen Yan, what are you up to now?” Shen Hua’s face changed immediately, his voice turning cold, “I’m telling you, don’t get any ideas about her.”

“Brother, don’t get worked up, hear me out,” Shen Yan, anticipating his strong reaction, soothed him with a soft voice.

Shen Hua turned his head away, snorting coldly through his nose.

“Brother, it’s been so many years and she has never woken up. Now that Seventeen and Nineteen are here, maybe if the little ones talked to her, she might respond. Didn’t Dr. Kesen also say that the call of kin might stimulate her?” Shen Yan persuaded.

“No,” Shen Hua rejected the idea outright.

“Brother, please consider it seriously. Don’t you truly wish to see her wake up?” Shen Yan asked, “Do you really want her to remain in a vegetative state for life?”

Shen Hua’s face hardened, and he fell silent.

How could he not wish for her to wake up? He wanted it more than anyone, to see her wake up and chat and laugh with him as before.

“Brother, let’s try it. Even if it doesn’t work, it won’t be a big deal. The two little ones are still young; they won’t remember anything, so you don’t need to worry,” Shen Yan urged again.

After eyeing Seventeen and Nineteen and suppressing the complexity in his gaze, Shen Hua’s stance finally softened a bit, “Let me think about it.”

At that, Shen Yan sighed in relief.

“Um, brother, there’s one more thing—after the little ones have seen her, could you let them go back?”

Shen Hua’s gaze was like a sword as he looked at him, “Shen Yan, don’t push your luck.”

He had exerted so much effort to bring the two little ones here, and he wasn’t about to send them back—not a chance.

Shen Yan gave a sheepish smile and said no more.

He changed the subject and, looking down, teased Seventeen in his arms, “Seventeen, who is more handsome, Uncle here or the one over there?”

Upon hearing this, Shen Hua gave him a disdainful glance. Didn’t he realize they looked almost the same? Wasn’t it pointless to ask such a question?

“Good Uncle is handsome.” Seventeen said, beaming with joy.

“Old witch, ugly.” Nineteen drove over in a small car, closed his eyes, and made a ghost face at Shen Hua, pronouncing each word clearly in his baby voice.

“Pfft.”

Shen Yan almost couldn’t help but laugh; he hastily stifled it with great effort.

Looking up at Shen Hua, he said, “Brother, they are just kids, don’t be angry with them.”

“Who gets angry at two babies.” Shen Hua stood up and left with a flick of his sleeve.

“You two, huh,” Shen Yan lightly tapped the noses of the two little treasures and smiled helplessly.

At night, the waves surged tumultuously.

Unable to get the two little treasures to sleep, the servant had no choice but to find Shen Yan for help.

The door wasn’t locked, so it opened with a push. Under the orange light, the two little ones were rolling on the bed. Shen Yan quickly walked over.

“Good Uncle.” Nineteen saw Shen Yan and sat up, flipping over.

“Why aren’t you two sleeping yet?”

Shen Yan sat down by the bed and reached out to embrace the little treasures.

“Miss Daddy, miss Mommy.” Nineteen burrowed into his embrace, muttering.

Shen Yan sighed softly, hugged them tight, and said, “How about this, we record a little video for Daddy and Mommy? Then Uncle will send it to your Daddy and Mommy tomorrow so they can come to pick you up quickly, okay?”

“Mm.”

Seventeen and Nineteen nodded together. Shen Yan put them down and had them sit close to each other, then he took out his phone and sat opposite them.

“Look here.”

“Miss Daddy and Mommy, Nineteen wants Mommy.” Nineteen stretched his neck, his clear eyes misting up, looking so pitiable.

“Daddy, meanie, old witch.”

“Seventeen misses Mommy, misses Daddy.”

After recording the video, Shen Yan put away his phone, pulled back the covers, and tucked the two of them in. “Come on, Uncle will read you a storybook. Seventeen and Nineteen, go to sleep quickly. Tomorrow Uncle will take you out to play again, okay?”

“Mm.” The two little treasures nodded obediently and closed their eyes.

Shen Yan leaned against the bed, picked up a storybook, and began to read to the little treasures.

His gentle voice was like the fine rain of March, easily soothing and relaxing.

Shen Hua passed by the door and paused at the sound of Shen Yan’s voice. He raised his hand to push the slightly ajar door open and walked in.

Seeing him come in, Shen Yan closed the storybook and gave Shen Hua a shushing gesture.

“You seem quite fond of putting children to sleep,” Shen Hua remarked with a scornful smile after scanning the two sleeping little ones on the bed.

“Brother, if you let go of your grudge against them, I know you would like them too,” Shen Yan said, walking up to him with a soft voice.

“And as long as you’re willing, as long as you’re truly good to the children, they won’t reject you.”

“Enough, I don’t want to hear it,” Shen Hua turned and walked out.

Shen Yan let out a long sigh, followed him out, and closed the door behind them.

Before long, the door was pushed open again.

Shen Hua walked softly to the bedside, looked down condescendingly at the sweetly sleeping little treasures, and his gaze settled on Nineteen, emitting a snort.

He reached out and pinched Nineteen’s little face, “You wretched little thing, daring to call me an old witch. You’re just as annoying as your father, nothing like Weiwei.”