Chapter 1189: Chapter 1189: Finding a Dad for Xiaobao

Seeing Shen Chi silent, his subordinate thought he had spoken out of line and dared not make a sound.

For a while, the hospital room fell into silence.

“And then?” After a long pause, Shen Chi finally asked.

“Then… nothing much. President Nie invited Miss Xu for a coffee and also bought a gift for Miss Xu’s child. The kid really liked President Nie.”

After finishing the last sentence, the subordinate quickly covered his mouth, realizing he had said too much.

“And then.”

“Then… Miss Xu left, and it wasn’t President Nie who saw her off. He didn’t follow either,” the subordinate hastily added.

Wen Zhiyuan heard everything and almost burst into laughter, except Shen Chi couldn’t find it funny at all, his expression darkening.

Shen Chi didn’t speak further and just hung up the phone!

“I told you so. If you keep this up, Xiaobao might start calling someone else ‘Daddy,'” Wen Zhiyuan somehow found amusement in the situation.

“Is it my fault?” Shen Chi gave him a cold glance.

“Can it not be? There are no women who can’t be won back, only men who don’t try hard enough,” Wen Zhiyuan said.

“Is that so? Take a good look at yourself first!” Shen Chi retorted unsparingly.

“Don’t always drag me into this. I just haven’t met someone I like,” Wen Zhiyuan said indifferently.

“Wen Zhiyuan, you really do have a knack for talking nonsense.”

“Hmm… continue smoking if that’s what you need. But you should understand, Chaomu won’t let Xiaobao grow up in a broken home. She’s still young, and if she meets a man who treats her well, she’ll marry him.”

Shen Chi’s expression grew even more somber. He understood this all too well.

“Likewise, she wouldn’t want Xiaobao to grow up in a complicated family,” Wen Zhiyuan continued, “So, as I see it, Chaomu and you are only going to drift further apart.”

“Get out.” Shen Chi was deeply provoked by Wen Zhiyuan’s words.

He understood all these points, but this was the first time someone had said them to his face!

“Let me finish,” Wen Zhiyuan said, “From what I see, Xiaobao, that carefree little tyke, actually quite likes you. You might as well bond with the little guy. To put it nicely, it’s bonding. To not put it nicely… if Xiaobao goes with you, would Chaomu still leave you?”

“Despicable.”

“It’s called despicable if not done right, but it’s called fatherly love if done correctly,” Wen Zhiyuan smirked.

Shen Chi gave Wen Zhiyuan a cold stare. He had never realized before that Wen Zhiyuan had such deep-seated thoughts.

He had thought Wen Zhiyuan was uninvolved with the affairs of the world, but it turned out he was quite insightful.

Wen Zhiyuan added, “But before that, you’d better take good care of your health. Chaomu won’t marry a man with poor health.”

“…” Shen Chi’s mouth twitched.

“I can’t help much with your situation; you’ll have to handle it yourself,” Wen Zhiyuan said, patting Shen Chi’s shoulder.

Saying this, Wen Zhiyuan cleaned up the cigarette case and ashtray from the table.

Smoking despite being injured, the man really was courting death.

Wen Zhiyuan chatted with Shen Chi for a while longer in the ward. Wen Zhiyuan was a man of clear conscience and desire, with no particular intentions, mostly just chatting with Shen Chi about Xu Chaomu.

In Wen Zhiyuan’s eyes, Xu Chaomu was a kind girl, her indifference to Shen Chi nothing but a result of him having deeply hurt her.

And on top of that, any mother would be unable to bear the loss of her child.

Fortunately, Xu Chaomu now had Xiaobao, and Shen Chi still had a chance.

As for the future, if he could win Xu Chaomu back, they could still have a child of their own.

Xu Chaomu’s heart wasn’t made of stone, something Wen Zhiyuan was very clear about.

After chatting for nearly half an hour, Wen Zhiyuan finally went back to make his rounds.

Shen Chi stood alone in front of the window, watching as the sun slowly sank outside, setting behind the mountains. A cool breeze carrying the scent of autumn blew in through the window, it felt very comforting on one’s skin.

The evening wind lifted Shen Chi’s hair; he stood silently, his shadow stretched long by the setting sun…

At dusk, Shen Chi figured Xu Chaomu would be home by now, so he gave her a call.

Xu Chaomu was frantic, trying to feed Xiaobao his milk. Answering the phone, she was quite annoyed.

“Are you home?” Shen Chi asked.

“I am.”

“About today… I’m sorry, I didn’t expect my mother to come.”

Xu Chaomu caught her breath–the emotions she had managed to calm during the journey surged forth at Shen Chi’s words. Clenching her teeth, she said, “You don’t need to apologize to me. I have no relation to the Shen Family anymore. Tomorrow, I’ll give you the divorce papers to sign. Just put your signature on them.”

“I won’t sign.”

“Whether you sign or not is your business. I’m planning to find a father for Xiaobao, so stop bothering me. I don’t want to see you.”

“You’re going to find a father for him?” Shen Chi frowned.

“Yes.”

“Why won’t you consider me…”

“I’m hanging up.” Xu Chaomu didn’t wait for Shen Chi to finish speaking; she cut him off and hung up the phone.

After that, she went back to feeding Xiaobao, softly cooing to him.

Shen Chi looked dejected, rejected so brutally for the first time. From start to finish, it was always her rejecting him; he didn’t even dare to utter a single word of refusal.

But he had said it; he was pursuing her. He couldn’t just give up because he was rejected–that wasn’t his style.

So, in the evening, he sent Xu Chaomu a text message on time: Goodnight.

In the morning, he sent her a message on time: Good morning.

Every morning, he ordered the freshest roses from the largest flower shop in Jin City and sent them to her without fail.

However, on the third day, he still received the divorce papers mailed by Xu Chaomu, with her signature already on them.

The last time he saw this document was last year when she collected the divorce papers from Shen Cexian and Zhou Ran so he could inherit the company.

Just for these reasons, he, Shen Chi, wouldn’t give up on her easily.

He tore up the divorce papers and threw them into the trash bin, then made a phone call to send some snacks to Xu Chaomu.

Xu Chaomu was thoroughly annoyed by Shen Chi; the house was full of roses, so she had no choice but to let the housekeeper sell them.

And Xiaobao’s clothes were nearly filling the wardrobe now, many of which had never been worn.

Xiaobao seemed very happy though, insisting on wearing new clothes every day, never repeating an outfit.

Whenever Xu Chaomu tried to dress him in old clothes, he would get upset.

Xu Chaomu was speechless; Xiaobao had been spoiled into bad habits, which was problematic.

“Goo…” Today, Xiaobao put on a new blue outfit, and he was delighted, clapping his hands and babbling something.

“Xiaobao, if you keep this up, how’s your mom’s salary going to be enough to support you?” Xu Chaomu held him, looking serious. “Starting today, you’re only wearing old clothes.”

Xiaobao stared at Xu Chaomu with wide eyes, as if he didn’t quite understand.

“That’s settled, then. If you dare to be naughty or cry, I dare to throw you out to the wolves,” Xu Chaomu threatened him.