Chapter 110: Sheng Yu's Fury

Yuan Fengye, who had followed behind Sheng Yu, felt the sky collapsing when he saw this scene!

How could Yu Ge be holding Zhu Yuan?

Who could tell him what was going on?

Yet, not a single person paid him any mind.

Sheng Yu took off his coat; seeing this, Situ hurriedly stepped forward to hold an umbrella. Sheng Yu wrapped the coat around Zhu Yuan, grasped her dirty hand, and enclosed the red agate from her palm within his own.

He did not lift his gaze, his voice cold and low: "Pick them up for me. For every one of the eighteen missing, I will take a finger from everyone present!"

As Sheng Yu's words fell, the men and women who had been ashen-faced and too terrified to move all crouched down and began to pick up the agate beads.

Because Ning Chu had pulled hard earlier, the beads had scattered everywhere, and having been washed by the rain, they were dispersed; some had fallen into the flower beds, others had rolled into dark corners, making it very difficult to find them all.

But if they couldn't find those eighteen tonight, all of them would be finished!

"Who allowed you to hold umbrellas while searching?"

Everyone was so frightened they dropped their umbrellas, letting the cold rain pour down upon them.

They were all pampered young masters and misses who couldn't bear such grievances; the men were angry but dared not speak, and the women secretly wiped away tears, not even daring to cry out loud, all resenting Ning Chu in their hearts.

Sheng Yu scooped Zhu Yuan up horizontally into his arms and stood up to take her away.

Suddenly, the person in his arms clutched his lapels tightly and wouldn't let go, her small, icy hands stiff and trembling.

He lowered his head to look; Zhu Yuan's eyelashes were wet, whether from rain or tears, and she murmured: "Ji Xiang... is hurt."

Sheng Yu turned his head to signal Situ.

Situ signaled Enzo with his eyes; Enzo glanced toward the small wooden cabin—it was a little girl.

Fine.

The things Tu Ge didn't want to do were pushed onto him again.

Enzo was angry but dared not speak; he strode over with his long legs in silence, picked up the unconscious Ji Xiang—he was so tall that Ji Xiang was just a small bundle in his arms, like a child—and then walked toward the back door to get into a car.

"Can we go now?" Sheng Yu asked the person in his arms in a low voice.

Yuan Fengye stood on the side, stunned. Was this Yu Ge? Had he been possessed by someone?

It had always been that whatever he said went; when had he ever asked for someone else's opinion?

Zhu Yuan released her bitten lower lip; though her whole body was shivering from the cold, she remained stubbornly insistent, her eyes painfully red. "The beads haven't been found yet."

Sheng Yu's face was cold and dark; this meant she wouldn't leave until the beads were found.

Her stubborn temper was acting up again!

He looked at the group of men and women crouching in the rain searching for beads, his tone icy: "One minute to find them all."

Yuan Fengye was even more dumbfounded.

Yu Ge had actually backed down!

Good heavens, what on earth was going on?

The young masters and misses who had just been complaining that the ground was dirty and the withered grass in the flower beds would prick their hands suddenly cast aside all their delicacy, kneeling on the ground and frantically searching for the red agate.

They were terrified that if they exceeded even one second, their lives would be forfeit.

"Second Miss Ning, search," Situ reminded Ning Chu coldly.

Ning Chu's face was deathly pale; in a daze, she seemed to understand something, looking at Sheng Yu's profile with an ashen face. "Yu Ge, I didn't... Yu Ge, how could it be Zhu Yuan? How could you be like this toward Zhu Yuan... She is clearly with Second Master Pei..."

"You wanted to slap her just now?" The man lifted his gaze, his cold, sharp eyes cutting off her words.

Ning Chu's already bloodless face stiffened. "Yu Ge..."

"Slap her." The man left behind these two words and walked toward the back door, holding Zhu Yuan.

"Yu..."

Just as Ning Chu opened her mouth, a Bodyguard raised his hand and slapped her.

The slap landed solidly on her face; Ning Chu's vision went black as she was knocked to the ground, the taste of blood spreading from her broken lip.

Seeing this, the men and women picking up beads didn't dare look in this direction at all, each too terrified to even breathe. Sheng Yu had always protected the Ning Family, yet now, for the sake of a Zhu Yuan, he slapped Ning Chu just like that, without showing any mercy.

Sheng Yu looked down at Zhu Yuan, who was biting her lower lip tightly in his arms, his breathing heavy: "Go wait in the car."

Then, with a cold face, he carried Zhu Yuan into the car.

Yuan Fengye, following behind, first looked at Ning Chu, who had been slapped to the ground, then at Sheng Yu, who was carrying Zhu Yuan into the car, feeling completely bewildered.

It truly felt like the sky had collapsed.

Situ turned on the car's heater and raised the partition.

Sheng Yu pried open Zhu Yuan's tightly clenched hands, used a clean wet wipe to clean them, wrapped the three red agate beads she had been clutching in the wipe, cleaned them as well, and then returned them to her, letting her continue to hold them.

Then he began to peel off her wet clothes.

She came to her senses, clutching her collar, her eyes protesting.

Yet Sheng Yu had no intention of negotiating with her, pulling her hands away.

She had come down from the rehearsal hall wearing thin clothing, only one layer.

After Sheng Yu took off her soaked clothes, he stripped her completely, feeling her delicate body trembling beneath his fingertips.

His eyes darkened; in the deep, thick gloom, there was no lust, only a murderous aura wanting to destroy everything.

He picked up a blanket from the car and wrapped her in it.

Suddenly, Zhu Yuan spoke hoarsely: "One minute is up."

Sheng Yu's hand, holding a towel to dry her hair, paused; an inexplicable surge of anger made him throw the towel down. Her body was this cold, and she was still worrying about the beads!

The car door opened.

He turned to the side, his broad shoulders blocking the woman behind him.

The men and women in the backyard waiting to be dealt with saw that Sheng Yu's expression was even worse than before, and their legs went weak with terror.

The Bodyguard wiped the recovered beads clean and handed them to Sheng Yu.

"Young Master Sheng, here are fifteen of them."

Including the three Zhu Yuan picked up, it made exactly eighteen.

Sheng Yu looked at the red agates in his palm, his gaze sweeping over those standing in the backyard with their heads lowered, not daring to hold up umbrellas.

"The women get eighteen slaps, the men take eighteen punches; beat them until they're half-dead."

Not a single one would escape.

The backyard was suddenly filled with the sound of pleas for mercy rising one after another.

"Young Master Sheng, I didn't lay a hand on Zhu Yuan, please spare me."

"It was all Ning Chu's idea; she threatened us, saying she would deal with us if we didn't come."

"Young Master Sheng, I beg you to spare me!"

Who could withstand eighteen slaps and eighteen punches from Sheng Yu's Bodyguard? Half their lives would be gone.

Sheng Yu withdrew his gaze, merciless, "Do it."

"Yes."

The car door closed.

Screams rang out one after another from the backyard, like a living hell.

And Ning Chu, who had been slapped to the ground, was also dragged into a car by a Bodyguard and taken away.

Sheng Yu wiped the fifteen beads once more with a wet wipe, then grabbed Zhu Yuan's hand and placed the beads into her palm.

Watching her eyes moisten in an instant, he bit down on his back teeth, his tone casual.

"Eighteen, not a single one missing."

He picked up the towel he had just tossed aside.

Zhu Yuan looked up, stunned; Sheng Yu held his hand up to dry her hair, and from this angle, she could only see his taut lip line.

He had counted them before, without her knowing.

It was indeed eighteen.

She lowered her head abruptly, her heart surging.