ongoingBefore he died, the fiancé entrusted Zhu Yuan to Sheng Yu. At first, Sheng Yu was aloof: “Helping you is just a favor I was asked to do; I’m not interested in my brother’s fiancée.” But by the time Zhu Yuan sensed something was off, she had already been whisked back home by Sheng Yu. Zhu Yuan was pinned at the head of the bed, too nervous to form a full sentence. Sheng Yu circled her, his voice a seductive murmur, “I’ve thought about it. Rather than caring for you under a vague, unclear arrangement, it’d be simpler to make it official.” Zhu Yuan: “Like what?” Sheng Yu didn’t hide it: “In bed.” Zhu Yuan, flustered and angry, retorted: “I knew it!” Later, Zhu Yuan witnessed a warm scene of him with another family of three, and by her own hands.