Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife-Chapter 1001: Hand Her Over (3)
Zhong Qiaohui could only find from his motionless back, seeing the hand clenched into a fist on his useless leg. At that moment, her heart leapt into her throat following his action.
"We’ll find them—"
Zhang Sanfeng’s hoarse voice drifted out the window with a gust of night wind.
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In the hotel, as police cars, fire trucks, and other rescue forces arrived.
Ou Shihua and most of the guests in the building were rescued.
The police infiltrated the interior to search for perpetrators.
So far, it seems that neither Ou Shihua nor the other guests really understood what had happened. How could the business reception they were attending turn into an attack all of a sudden? It seems that no guests appeared to be directly attacked.
Most guests’ injuries were due to panic, trampling, and collisions. Fortunately, there was no actual fire in the hotel, and the space was wide enough, so the trampling wasn’t disastrously severe. Most suffered only minor injuries.
Like Ou Shihua, who didn’t even have minor injuries. A few small bruises on his skin could be treated with some medicinal wine and would heal in days.
Soon, in the resting area, the staff handling casualties on-site found him and said, "Mr. Ou, right?"
"Yes." Ou Shihua nodded.
"We found those you were looking for, your family you’ve lost contact with."
Ou Shihua immediately stood up and asked, "Is it my wife and son?"
"Yes, they’re waiting for the ambulance to arrive," the staff member said.
Hearing his family was injured, Ou Shihua became quite tense and quickened his pace through the crowd. Soon, he saw his son lying on a makeshift emergency bed in a small curtained-off space.
Ou Yanan looked unconscious, eyes closed, head wrapped in a heavy bandage—how many layers, he didn’t know—with dark bloodstains on the white gauze, indicating the severity of his injuries.
Seeing this, Ou Shihua’s hands trembled.
Because he is his only son, the only carrier of the Ou family’s lineage.
Turning his head, he saw the child’s mother.
Ou Chunhua sat on a nearby stool, her face showing a dazed expression, as if unaware of where she was.
At that moment, Ou Shihua suddenly wanted to punch the woman in front of him.
Because the son ended up like this from looking for her.
Now the son ended up like this, and she, as the mother, just sits there like an idiot.
"How did Yanan get injured?" Ou Shihua asked in front of his wife.
Hearing his voice, Ou Chunhua lifted her head, seemingly stunned, as if her soul hadn’t returned to her body.
"Don’t tell me you don’t know! You’re with him now, how can you not know?!" Ou Shihua preemptively intercepted any words she might use to justify herself.
Ou Chunhua seemed to come around, coldly laughing a few times internally.
Indeed, for a man, the most important is always the son, not the wife.
Thankfully, she had realized this long ago.
"Of course, it couldn’t possibly be me who hurt him, you already know that." Ou Chunhua said, her voice icily cold.
Ou Shihua was momentarily stunned, then said, "You—"
"What about me? I’m the child’s mother, could I harm him?" Ou Chunhua raised those cold eyes to look at him, "What do you think? With your aggressive posture questioning me, what are you thinking? Surely not thinking I smashed him like this?"
