Raised by A Considerate Fighter Chapter 2

The dinner in the backyard came to an end, and the guests who came to pay their respects gathered in the front yard one after another. Even the most sorrowful mood could be diluted a lot by a meal, not to mention that these so-called "neighbors" were not familiar with each other.

The half-closed courtyard door was pushed open without any warning. The crowd gathered near the mourning shed looked back in unison, and then suddenly fell silent.

Owen, who was tall and had long legs, walked in the front, followed by Shen Changqian's personal assistant Samuel Song, and behind him were two senior legal officers of the Shen Group.

Under the dead silent gaze of the crowd, Owen walked to the front of the mourning shed, his eyes lingered on the portrait on the square table for a few seconds, and then slowly lowered, finally falling on Xiao Simon who was kneeling beside the brazier.

Thin and frail, this was Owen’s first impression of the eight-year-old Simon.

Xiao Simon raised his eyes alertly and looked at the uninvited guest in front of him.

At this moment, Owen's eyes moved away from him and turned to Simon beside him. Before he could speak, Simon spoke in a bad tone, "Who are you?"

Samuel answered for Owen: "Ms. Lin, this is Chairman Shen's son. He is here to express his condolences on behalf of the Shen Group and Chairman Shen. Please accept my condolences."

In fact, as soon as Samuel said the word "Shen", Simon was like someone pressed an invisible start button. The whole person trembled violently, and then suddenly rushed towards Owen, holding Owen's arm tightly with his skinny fingers, and then a wailing sounded throughout the courtyard: "It's you! Just because of saving your father, my brother lost his life!"

The tears were real or fake, but she never hesitated to show up when they should. After she howled like this, the people around her gradually understood that the person Simon pushed away at the last moment was the father of the young man in front of her.

The bodyguards guarding the gate of the courtyard were the first to move upon hearing the news. They rushed to Owen's side the moment Simon rushed over. Even the two senior legal officers behind him tried to pull away the hysterical woman hanging on Owen's arm after being stunned for a moment. Samuel held a black password box in one hand and used the other hand to help the woman: "Ms. Lin, don't get excited. We are here to---"

"How can our family live like this?" Simon was almost crazy, grabbing Owen's arm and not letting go, crying at the top of her lungs, "This is a life for a life! How could my brother be so miserable that he has become your father's scapegoat! Dalin - open your eyes, take me away too... my brother -"

The bodyguards accompanying Owen were all professionals, and it would be easy for them to pull a rural woman away. However, Owen just tilted his head slightly and stopped them with a simple look.

He may have thought about the current situation before coming here. Although it is not decent at this moment, in his opinion, compared with the other party's pain of losing their loved ones, these venting are reasonable.

After the accident, Shen's sent a private medical team to the remote prefecture-level county. After coordinating with the local government, they brought Shen Changqian back to the city as quickly as possible.

When Owen flew back from abroad after receiving the news, Shen Changqian had already been transferred to the intensive care unit. Although the operation was timely and efficient, and the medical resources were top-notch, the private doctor who had served Shen for many years still expressed regret: "Even if he recovers well in the future, I'm afraid Mr. Shen will be unable to leave the wheelchair for the rest of his life."

In the ward, after a suffocating silence, Shen Changqian, who was covered with drainage tubes, said weakly but lowly to Owen: "Find that family and go see them. I just can't stand up for the rest of my life, but this life was given to me by others."

Although the accident investigation report and construction site surveillance video brought by Samuel showed that Simon's location at the scene and the direction of his escape fundamentally determined that he could not escape, the Shen family's cognition in some aspects was highly consistent with Simon's - whether Simon could escape or not was one thing, but the fact that he saved Shen Changqian's life was an indisputable and unquestionable fact.

More and more people gathered in the yard, and the original whispers turned into undisguised discussions. Simon was still shouting at the top of her lungs. Owen's brows were gloomy, and he finally spoke in a low voice amid the chaos and noise: "Ms. Lin, please let me burn some incense first."

He held Simon's arm with his backhand, and pulled her up from the ground with a little force, and then handed her to the nearest aunt: "Please take care of her."

From the moment he entered the door until now, Owen's attitude has always been gentle and restrained, with the gentle and open demeanor of a gentleman, but at the same time, the unignorable sense of oppression brought by this person is extremely strong, which makes him have a contradictory and natural aura.

Like the bright moon hiding the cold peaks.

Simon stopped crying and stood there in a daze with everyone else, watching Owen, dressed in a black suit, take three incense sticks from the altar and light them. He stepped back to the portrait, bowed three times with the thin incense sticks in his hands, then gently pushed away Samuel's outstretched hand, stepped forward, and inserted the incense sticks into the incense stand himself.

After a short pause, Owen bent down and entered the mourning shed, squatting in front of Xiao Simon.

Among all the people present, some wore white mourning belts around their waists, some wore white paper flowers on their bodies, but this child was the only one who was dressed in heavy mourning clothes from head to toe. His whole body looked like he was wrapped in a white bag, kneeling alone beside the brazier.

The light in front of his eyes was blocked. Simon slowly raised his head and looked at the person in front of him. His palm-sized face was covered with dust from the burning paper money, mixed with water marks that might have been sweat or tears, leaving dark marks on his forehead and cheeks.

She is too thin and has a small face, so her facial features are well-proportioned, but her eyes are surprisingly bright.

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, one with deep eyes, the other with cold and defensive eyes.

After a while, Owen lowered his voice and asked him, "How old are you and what's your name?"

Simon first glanced at his aunt, but the light was blocked and he couldn't see the expression on Simon's face. After a long while, he replied, "Simon, eight years old."

Owen frowned slightly, he found that the child's voice was shaking.

The mourning clothes were loose and it was hard to tell how many clothes he was wearing underneath, but it was obvious that he was very cold.

Owen thought for only a second, and then unbuttoned his suit jacket.

Simon felt a black screen before his eyes. The complete darkness only lasted for a moment. The next moment, he was wrapped in the remaining body temperature. Looking down, he saw a pair of white and thin hands. The finger bones were distinct but not abrupt. However, the blue veins on the back of the hands seemed to contain a steady strength.

The hands gathered the lapels of his coat, and the cold wind outside was instantly blocked out, and he was completely trapped in the soft barrier.

The chill of late autumn was resisted; this was the first warmth that the long dark night gave Simon after he lost his father.

Simon raised his eyes warily, and then the young man in front of him was silent for a moment and whispered something.

"Poor little thing."

Simon's lips moved slightly, but he took a breath of cold air without saying anything. Simon's sharp voice cut through the cold air again--- "Isn't it pitiful? His mother ran away a long time ago, and now his father is gone. He threw this half-grown child to me. The child is pitiful, let alone our family---How are we going to live in the future? There is no way we can survive!"

Owen glanced at Xiao Simon in surprise. Although he had thought about the uncontrollable situations that might arise before coming to pay his respects, including but not limited to the family members' misconduct, accusations and even resentment, the reality of this family was obviously the first unexpected situation that he had not expected.

This family, and even the child's situation at home, seemed different from what he had imagined.

Owen stood up and walked out of the mourning shed. When he passed by Samuel, the other party followed him very tactfully. Owen took the password box from Samuel's hand and handed it to Simon opposite. At the moment when the other party stopped crying, he said softly: "Ms. Lin, my father and I are very sad about this accident. The pain of losing a loved one is too great. I dare not say that I feel the same, but I understand the grief of you and your family. However, the dead are gone, and the living must look forward. Although saying these words now may not make much sense, but..."

Owen paused for a moment, and said as gently as possible: "This is a small gift from the Shen family. It is a token of gratitude and a debt. It is too light to say that it is compensation. I just hope that you and your family can live a better life in the future."

Simon was stunned, holding the black password box in her hand. It took a long time for her to come back to her senses. She turned around slowly and called out to her husband. Her trembling voice revealed her nervousness: "Dad, look at this..."

Henry He hadn't said a word since Owen and his group entered the room. But now he couldn't help but push through the crowd, ran over in two steps, snatched the password box and hugged it tightly in his arms, as if he was hit by a surprise that fell from the sky and was dizzy: "This, this is..."

Samuel came over and handed Simon a note and a business card, whispering: "This is a little preparation for your and your children's future life. The note has a password, and this is my business card. If you encounter any difficulties in life or other aspects, you can contact me at any time."

It was a box full of cash. Originally, Shen Changqian gave him a check, but before the car left the city, Owen suddenly told the driver to turn around and go to the bank to exchange it for banknotes.

After all, based on the residential address provided by the assistant, this family probably had no experience in cashing large checks at a bank, and he didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble for the other party because of these trivial details.

Simon was already stunned by this windfall, and could only nod slowly to follow Samuel's words. However, Special Assistant Song was such a smart person that he had seen the true situation of this family clearly in just a few dozen minutes. At this moment, he glanced at Owen's face and added, "Let the child live a better life, and his father will be at ease."

The matter should have come to an end. Before leaving, Owen walked into the mourning shed again. Simon thought he was going to take back his coat, so he raised his hand to take it off and give it back to him, but Owen squatted down again and said, "Put it on."

After a pause, he continued: "You must grow up well."

However, the second accident that Owen had not expected suddenly occurred.

When he was about to turn around and walk out of the mourning shed, Simon and his wife, who had just received a huge sum of money, suddenly blocked his way. They shouted in a shrill and hoarse voice, "You can't just leave like this! If you want to leave, you have to take this child with you!"