Chapter 115: Are you satisfied with what you see?

Hearing these words, Zhu Yuan's entire body suddenly stiffened.

She turned her head subconsciously; Sheng Yu, wearing a long black overcoat, was getting out of the car. Upon hearing this, he merely paused for a moment, his hand resting on the car door, and glanced at her with an expressionless face.

Zhu Yuan's heart skipped a beat; he had heard everything.

Forget it, let him hear it.

If it were in the past, she would have tried every possible way to make amends, but today she simply didn't want to explain; it wouldn't be clear anyway, and he wouldn't believe her.

Pei Ling said nonchalantly, "Although it isn't anything valuable, what you gave me is quite to my liking, and I am pleased."

Zhu Yuan cursed him as a lunatic in her heart; to spite Sheng Yu, he really would say anything.

"Have you said enough nonsense?" The man's cold, clear voice seemed wrapped in ice.

Enzo shivered, cast a complex look at Zhu Yuan, then withdrew his gaze and stood quietly by her side.

The entire factory building was vast and empty, yet it did not become lively despite the addition of several cars and so many people; instead, the atmosphere was frozen, more biting than the cold wind outside.

"What is the rush, President Sheng? Things must come in order, right? I am talking to Zhu Yuan; what business is it of yours?"

Pei Ling pulled down his sleeve to reveal the cufflink and stroked the cuff affectionately, as if terrified the cufflink might fall off.

In the dimly lit factory, Sheng Yu reached into his overcoat pocket, took out a cigarette case and a lighter, and lowered his head slightly to light a cigarette.

Smoke spilled from where he bit the cigarette filter, drifting out and barely obscuring his gloomy brows and eyes.

"If you cherish it so much, don't wear it out to be an eyesore."

Holding the cigarette, he lifted his gaze to finally look at Ning Chu, who was hanging from the beam, and said, "Let her go."

Zhu Yuan's chest felt stifled; he still wanted to let Ning Chu go. She slowly clenched her fingers, suppressing her uncontrollable emotions, and forced herself to calm down.

Pei Ling glanced at her tightly clenched hands, his gaze darkening slightly as he swept it toward the Bodyguard behind Sheng Yu. "With only this many people, President Sheng wants to snatch someone from under my nose?"

Sheng Yu had not brought many people; compared to Pei Ling's, it was only half the number.

"You'll know if you try." A layer of ferocity spread across the bottom of Sheng Yu's eyes.

He held the cigarette, and the ash shook off, scattering sporadically onto his leather shoes.

Pei Ling's Bodyguards surrounded them, while Sheng Yu's Bodyguards remained motionless.

Pei Ling raised a hand, signaling them to stop.

Then he sat back down in his chair and crossed his legs. "But what is the point of you and me fighting over this here? Ning Chu was a return gift I gave to Zhu Yuan; now she is at Zhu Yuan's disposal. If you want to take her away, you must first ask for Zhu Yuan's opinion."

A cold, aggressive gaze landed on her.

Zhu Yuan did not turn back, but gripped her hands tighter, saying calmly and composedly, "Second Master Pei is right; things must be done in order. Young Master Yu came after me, so he will have to wait until I am finished with Ning Chu before he can take her away."

"In order?" Sheng Yu chewed on these two words.

Zhu Yuan ignored him and walked forward, taking the other end of the hemp rope that was hanging Ning Chu from Pei Ling's Bodyguard.

Her strength was, of course, no match for a grown man, and she could not pull a living person like Ning Chu.

Naturally, she did it on purpose, intentionally letting go of the hemp rope to let Ning Chu free-fall onto the ground.

With a "thud," the sound of flesh hitting the rough concrete floor echoed, and the faint sound of breaking bones could be heard.

The gag in Ning Chu's mouth fell out the moment her body hit the ground.

After a muffled groan, she turned to intermittent wailing.

The hearts of all the men present were shaken.

When a woman is ruthless, she is truly ruthless; no wonder some people use "femme fatale" to describe women.

However, before Ning Chu could catch her breath, Zhu Yuan rushed up and slapped her face more than a dozen times in a row, until Ning Chu's nose bled.

She curled up her body, trembling, wanting to curse Zhu Yuan, but her throat was clogged with blood, and she could not make a sound.

Throughout the entire process, Pei Ling's men naturally did not intervene, and Sheng Yu's men, having received no orders, did not intervene either, letting Zhu Yuan vent her anger; it did not look like she was there to save Ning Chu.

Zhu Yuan shook her sore hands, glared at the gloating Pei Ling with lingering anger on her face, and then turned to walk outside.

She specifically walked around Sheng Yu.

"Hey, Zhu Yuan!" Pei Ling called her name from behind.

Zhu Yuan's footsteps paused.

"Didn't you say that I look so good that I would look great in a shirt? Well, are you satisfied with what you see?"

Still talking!

There's no end to it, is there!

From breakfast until now, a fire had been building in Zhu Yuan's heart that she couldn't extinguish, and Pei Ling kept fanning the flames.

She forcefully suppressed her anger, but couldn't suppress it at all; looking back at Pei Ling's stunningly handsome appearance in his suit, and catching a glimpse of Sheng Yu on the side, her temper flared even more.

"You look great, don't wear it next time!"

After saying this, Zhu Yuan strode toward the door, completely ignoring Pei Ling's darkening face.

Enzo followed closely behind Zhu Yuan; when passing by Situ, he pretended not to see Situ's eye signal—he was accompanying Miss Zhu, so naturally, he had to protect Miss Zhu.

Zhu Yuan walked faster and faster. Worried she might fall, Enzo wanted to explain on behalf of Young Master Yu, but feared he would make things worse the more he explained, so he simply didn't mention those matters. "Please slow down, it rained yesterday, the road is slippery."

It was drizzling outside.

Enzo wanted to grab Zhu Yuan, but he keenly heard the sound of a car starting behind him; different car models have different sounds when starting.

He was all too familiar with this sound.

Enzo withdrew the hand he wanted to use to grab Zhu Yuan, terrified that if he were a second late, his hand would be chopped off.

Before long, a black Bentley pulled up beside them.

Five bodyguard cars lined up behind it, blocking Pei Ling's men.

Enzo thought for a moment, walked up, blocked Zhu Yuan's path, and signaled her to look to the left.

Zhu Yuan was forced to stop. The window of the car on the left rolled down, and the man with gloomy brows and eyes said coldly, "Get in."

"No need, I won't delay you from saving Ning Chu." Zhu Yuan said with a cold face.

Sheng Yu stared at her stubborn profile; he hadn't even settled scores with her yet, and she was already giving him the cold shoulder?

Giving cufflinks to that man surnamed Pei!

Praising that man surnamed Pei for being good-looking!

The car door opened, and ignoring the many pairs of eyes watching, the man scooped Zhu Yuan up horizontally and shoved her into the car.

The car door slammed shut.

The light grew dim.

Zhu Yuan turned her head to look out the car window, but Sheng Yu pinched her chin to turn her face back, suppressing his anger: "What are you looking at? Is that man surnamed Pei really that good-looking? Which of your standards for a partner does he even meet?"