Chapter 1510: A Thief Has Entered the Sheng Family

It was an unintentional remark on his part, yet it stirred up even more words from his mother.

"As long as you two remember that He Yu is your own flesh and blood, I can rest easy. You must be sure to pay attention to your own child..."

When she said this, Shi Yuan was right beside them.

The little fellow was timid; at such a young age, he seemed to have many things on his mind.

Shi Ran was worried sick, but her mother-in-law acted as if she couldn't see him, and even if she did, she didn't care.

Her heart and eyes were entirely filled with her own child.

Things like this had happened many times over the past few months, and the frequency was increasing.

Ever since Ma Ling'er had her own biological granddaughter, her attitude toward Shi Yuan had grown worse and worse.

Shi Ran was snapped at by her mother, so she didn't leave immediately; since it was still early before dark, the mother and daughter stayed to have a private chat.

Yun Qitian was playing games with his brothers-in-law.

He also loved coming to his mother-in-law's house; there were many people here and it was lively, and most importantly, the atmosphere was relaxed—he didn't have to worry about making mistakes in anything he did or said!

They were teaming up for a match.

But among those playing games, there would never be Sheng Hanyu or Sheng Zirui.

This father and son neither knew how to play games nor disdained to do so!

The father and son believed that if they had time to play games, they might as well go to the Study to read, so they went to the Study.

Yueyue and Shi Yuan played very well together; Lele did not like her little niece, as she was too small and not fun to play with.

Besides, whenever the little niece came, the whole family's attention would shift to He Yu, and they wouldn't value her anymore; she had to remind them that she was also a baby.

The mother and daughter chatted, and the topic always revolved around Shi Yuan.

Shi Ran said, "Every time I look at Shi Yuan, his eyes look like those of a child nobody wants, and it makes me feel especially uncomfortable. It's fine when he's by my side, but I don't know what his days will be like at home once I start working."

"Serves you right, you brought this on yourself. What did I tell you? I told you long ago not to adopt him, but you wouldn't listen."

Shi Youxuan wore an expression of being disappointed that he couldn't live up to expectations: "Regretting it now? There's no place to buy regret medicine."

Shi Ran said, "I don't regret it, I just feel guilty that I can't take good care of him. You say, once I start working, how about I leave Shi Yuan at Godmother's house?"

In truth, she would rather leave the child at her maiden home, but her mother would not agree.

Knowing she would be rejected, it was better not to bring it up at all.

If Shi Ran wanted to leave Shi Yuan at Jian Yixin's house to be raised for a while, she would surely agree happily.

She especially loved children, but unfortunately, she couldn't have any, which was a lifelong regret.

Shi Youxuan said, "Hmph! You caused this trouble yourself, yet now you want others to bear the consequences for you. I look down on you."

Although she said that, it was still Shi Youxuan who called Jian Yixin to ask if it would be convenient to leave Shi Yuan with her.

Jian Yixin agreed readily: "Convenient, of course it's convenient. Last time I picked Shi Yuan up, I said it would be better if he just stayed, but Ranran was always afraid of causing me trouble. What trouble? I'd be too happy to have him..."

She wasn't just happy; she was even a bit impatient, requesting that the child be sent over immediately.

Thus, Shi Ran took her leave.

Shi Ran's family of four left, and the others chatted for a while longer; it was already very late when they rested.

Midnight.

A person jumped into the courtyard, avoided all the surveillance, and quietly entered the Villa.

No one discovered that someone had entered the house.

Everyone had been very tired during the day, so they were all sleeping soundly at night.

The person who entered had extremely light footsteps and didn't make a single sound.

He seemed very familiar with the layout of the Sheng Family home and went straight to the door of Zichen's room.

The door was not locked; he pushed it gently, and it opened a crack.

He held a palm-sized Hallucinogenic Pen, stood at the doorway covering his nose and mouth, sprayed twice into the room, and closed the door again.

Three minutes later.

Wearing a mask, he opened the door and entered again; the intruder had a flashlight in his mouth and searched quickly but methodically...

Dawn broke.

"Who entered my room last night?"

Zichen rushed out of his room, his expression somewhat flustered.

The housekeeper came over and asked, "What's wrong, Eldest Young Master?"

"Someone entered my room last night. Did anything go missing in the house?"

"No..."

The whole family was alarmed.

After a thorough check, it wasn't just Zichen's room that had been rummaged through.

The Study and other places in the house where important items were kept also showed signs of being searched.

But strangely—nothing valuable was missing!

A thief had entered the house last night, and the thief who entered was no ordinary person!

Besides the family members, the Sheng Family also had bodyguards and servants.

The bodyguards all knew martial arts and had high alertness; even if they were asleep, they would wake up at the slightest movement.

But last night, an outsider entered the house without anyone noticing; not only that, even the dogs in the house didn't bark!

Furthermore, the residential complex's security was excellent, with surveillance cameras everywhere, yet not a single suspicious trace was found, and everyone broke out in a cold sweat.

The house was full of expensive ornaments and antiques, yet not a single one was missing; only a few of Zichen's cookbooks and notebooks were gone.

The missing notebooks were also related to the cookbooks.

Zichen had a great many cookbooks, and the two that were lost were beautifully packaged and not ordinary printed cookbooks.

It seems this thief is quite knowledgeable.

What he felt most heartbroken about was a birthday gift his older sister gave him when he was a child.

It was custom-made on copperplate paper, beautiful and three-dimensional, and the types of dishes were not limited to Jiangzhou, but included those from all over the country.

That was Zichen's first cookbook; he cherished it very much, but unfortunately, it was lost just like that.

The Sheng Family reported the case.

But after the police came to inspect and took detailed statements, they ultimately decided that a case could not be opened!

The reason why a case could not be opened was very simple: because the value of the lost items did not meet the criteria for filing a case, it could only be considered an ordinary theft.

Since the level was not high enough, no high-ranking police officers would come to investigate this case, and it would be impossible to attract any serious attention.

Zichen felt a lingering fear; it was fortunate that after returning yesterday, he had stored the cookbook in a bank safe deposit box.

Otherwise, it would have been lost last night, and if the cookbook were lost, how would he explain it to his master?

A thief entered the house, and this matter cannot just be let go easily.

Since it did not meet the criteria for filing a case, Sheng Hanyu decided to send his own people to investigate.

Zichen said to his father, "I know who the thief is; even if it isn't Huo Zhenteng himself, it was someone sent by him. In any case, this matter must have something to do with him."

"The facts are all laid out in the open, so why can't the police open a case?" He was very angry and indignant.

His father said, "We all know it must be related to him, but what about evidence? Do you have evidence?"

"No."

"Exactly. Without evidence, why should others assume what you say is correct? You are not a child anymore; try not to be emotional when you speak, and analyze things rationally."

"Yes, Dad, I was wrong."

"That's right."

His father took the opportunity to educate his son.

Getting angry is easy, but it is also the most incompetent way to act!

Losing one's temper is an instinct; being able to control one's emotions is a true skill.

It is fine to let your anger out, but how will you resolve the aftermath?