The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits
Chapter 415 - 419: Pen Fairy (18)

Chapter 415: Chapter 419: Pen Fairy (18)

When the baby was just born and the doctor took him away, he had a birthmark in the same place on his wrist.

He must be the reincarnation of her own child.

At that moment, Shu Ya’s behavior, in the eyes of others, was no different than that of a madwoman, crying and laughing all at once.

If it weren’t for her extremely expensive attire, someone would have already pulled her aside.

She had not noticed that the child had been scared into wailing loudly.

When people saw that she was a woman from a noble family, they hesitated and were unsure of what to do for a while.

When the child’s mother arrived squeezing through the crowd with two ice creams in her hand, she saw her precious son being made to cry.

Moreover, the other party was gripping her son’s arm tightly, and his delicate skin was already showing red marks.

The boy struggled desperately but was confined in the woman’s embrace, and even his loud crying couldn’t shake her in the slightest.

Seeing the state of her darling baby was like gouging a mother’s heart.

Without hesitation, the child’s mother threw away the ice creams, rolled up her sleeves with the protective stance of a mother hen, and rushed over to pull Shu Ya away.

A woman, who seemed a head shorter than Shu Ya, managed to push Shu Ya several meters away with her strength, then she shielded the little boy in her arms.

"What are you doing?"

The small boy, upon seeing his mother, immediately felt comforted, and his tiny body filled with courage, the crying ceased, except for an occasional sob and hiccup.

Shu Ya murmured, "This is my child..."

"Who is your child? I gave birth to my son after ten months of pregnancy, and despite him being adorable and smart, that’s no reason for you to covet him."

The boy’s mother fiercely defended her sacred status as a mother, her face contorted like a cat with its tail stepped on.

The little boy angrily interjected, shouting, "I don’t want you to be my mommy, I want my own mommy!"

Shu Ya watched in a daze as the little boy pouted and glared at her in anger.

His gaze was like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into her heart and stirring wildly inside.

"Wife, son... what happened, what’s going on?" A handsome man carrying lots of bags rushed over.

Shu Ya looked at the happy family of three, tears blurring her vision.

Then she stumbled through the crowd and ran away.

Maybe it was for the best, for the best, the baby hadn’t died and instead had found parents who would love him with their whole hearts.

Shu Ya felt that she should be happy for him.

Yet deep in her heart, she still couldn’t find peace.

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Extra (1)

A black Mercedes led the way, followed by a stretch Hummer.

Once the cars stopped, the officials of Nanyang City all greeted them enthusiastically.

Nanyang City was thrilled to receive a massive investment from Mr. Nangong.

Speaking of Mr. Nangong, his life story could be called legendary.

Although he graduated from Mingrui University, everyone knew his family was ordinary, and he was an inconspicuous figure on campus.

Even back then, no one could have predicted he would become an extremely renowned business mogul.

Especially his plain looks, which after being cloaked in a halo, came to be extolled as irresistibly charming.

Unlike other wealthy celebrities, this tycoon had only two hobbies besides investing.

One was philanthropy; Mr. Nangong had donated a terrifying amount of money to charities domestically. If he didn’t make money much faster than he spent it, even tens of millions wouldn’t have sustained his massive contributions.

Speaking of a love for philanthropy, it’s somewhat understandable, as many rich people share this hobby, whether genuinely or for show—as long as the money goes to the right place, there’s no harm done.

But Mr. Nangong’s charity was as if he was determined to empty his own coffers.

If not for his other hobby, he really might have ended up wearing a thirty-dollar market stall shirt to meet with international partners.

When it comes to his second hobby, it’s quite peculiar.

Who would have thought Mr. Nangong would turn out to be an advocate of feudal superstition?

If it weren’t for his significant influence in the country and the substantial role he played in the economy, it’s likely he would have been invited for a "tea talk" at the police station by now.

Many years ago, the nation already encouraged the abolition of feudal superstitions.

For a corporate CEO to blatantly defy it was truly intolerable.

However, as intolerable as it was, in light of his generous donations, one might turn a blind eye.

No one knew why Mr. Nangong would donate huge sums of money to various temples and Daoist temples.

He even spent a fortune on talismans to ward off evil.

He even told the television audience in a live show to respect the existence of ghosts and spirits and to do more good deeds.

Who knows what others thought after hearing his words, but Mr. Nangong sincerely believed himself to be fortunate enough.

Perhaps it was because he, even when struggling financially, persisted in providing warmth to those in need with what little he had.

And so, when disaster struck, he narrowly escaped.

Even in middle age, Mr. Nangong vividly remembered the events of his youth.

He still recalled the fear and anxiety when he perceived that thing following him.

It was an existence that overturned all his beliefs; he didn’t know what it was—perhaps what people call a "ghost."

He also didn’t know why it followed him; although it didn’t cause him physical harm, the mental shock was very real.

Later, he faced the biggest disaster of his life, so much so that he was grateful for its presence and the gift it left him when it departed.

Mr. Nangong insisted that it was his kindness that had touched the entity and hence it had left him a gift.

Fortunately, Su Li had no idea what Mr. Nangong was thinking, otherwise, he would have definitely argued.

Su Li: No, that’s not it. Don’t talk nonsense. I just thought you were a dazed and unlucky guy, I felt sorry for you, got it...

Regardless, Mr. Nangong persisted in that belief, to the extent that his charitable activities grew even further.

That disaster profoundly affected Mr. Nangong; he didn’t expect that simply by diverging from his plan and accepting a classmate’s invitation to morning study by the school’s artificial pond, that the classmate would fail to show up, and he would slip and fall into the water.

To this day, Mr. Nangong still remembered that he was wearing slip-resistant shoes, there had been no rain the day before, and the ground wasn’t wet or slippery, yet somehow, he slipped and fell in.

The water in the artificial lake wasn’t deep; for an adult man standing up, it barely reached his chest.

Yet he couldn’t find his footing, and he could distinctly feel a cold chill twining around his body.