Chapter 116: Quarreling

Zhu Yuan had even forgotten the standards for a partner she had once mentioned.

That was nothing more than something she'd blurted out to block Sheng Yu, made up on the spot, saying everything in the opposite direction of him; now, she couldn't remember a single word of it.

She moved a little but couldn't break free, forced to meet the man's gaze filled with anger and scrutiny; her breathing turned chaotic.

Seeing she didn't speak, Sheng Yu's voice grew deeper, "That guy surnamed Pei's skin is as dirty as charcoal, what is good-looking about that?"

Zhu Yuan's brows furrowed slightly; Pei Ling's skin was at most a wheat-colored tone, how was that charcoal?

But she didn't want to argue with him about this, her heart stifled with fire, "He's not as good-looking as you, not as attractive to others as you."

Sheng Yu sneered, "Am I as attractive to others as you? One Lu Huaizhan, one surnamed Pei, and one Zhu Jingyao isn't enough?"

"Zhu Jingyao is my brother!" Zhu Yuan truly felt he was crazy, with no bottom line to speak of.

Zhu Jingyao was the brother who had accompanied her as she grew up; no one could change the relationship between them as siblings.

The man gritted his teeth, "Are you blood-related? Just your brother."

Zhu Yuan didn't want to explain these things to a madman.

She pushed him hard, but was grabbed by the wrist and pressed against the back of the seat by his backhand, his tall body looming over her, "Want to run away because you can't explain it clearly? Who spoiled you with such foul habits?"

An inexplicable sense of grievance welled up in her heart, "I explain to you, but will you believe what I say? Which time have you ever believed me?"

Sheng Yu's gaze turned abruptly cold.

He looked at the woman beneath him whose eyes had reddened with humiliation, and he suddenly clenched his fist.

The car drove steadily on the road, and the man sneered coldly, "What, you feel so aggrieved having to explain? Or are you feeling guilty and don't dare to explain? This time you sent a gift to the one surnamed Pei, next time are you going to send yourself out?"

Hearing this, Zhu Yuan's body suddenly turned cold; she looked up in a daze, meeting the man's icy gaze, and suddenly felt like a clown.

She let out a hollow laugh, but her chin was pinched even tighter by the man.

The moment tears slid from the corners of her eyes, Zhu Yuan felt she was too spineless; she raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes hard, "It's not like every time you hurt me and then give me a candy, I will obediently accept it. This isn't the first time you've humiliated me like this, Sheng Yu, my heart is made of flesh!"

The crystalline tears in her eyes were like knives that could cut people.

Sheng Yu's chest felt stifled; he stared into her eyes, "Isn't this something you brought upon yourself? If you didn't provoke the one surnamed Pei, would he pester you time and again?"

At this moment, Zhu Yuan realized clearly that she had no qualification to question him.

"Then shouldn't I have provoked you either." Zhu Yuan's voice was trembling and shaking.

She knew too well how to use a soft knife to stab people.

Sheng Yu's tightly clenched fist creaked; he stared at the woman's humiliated face, forcibly suppressing the urge to smash the seat with his fist, shouted for the car to stop, and pushed the door open to get out.

After Sheng Yu's car drove away, inside the factory building of the abandoned factory, Pei Ling's expression grew colder and colder.

The Sheng and Pei families had never had any grudges; a few months ago, he and Sheng Yu only knew of each other's existence and had never had any interaction.

But after that time he was rumored to be involved with Zhu Yuan, he personally went to the Theater to grab Zhu Yuan, and after annoying Sheng Yu, the two fought more and more fiercely.

Last night, someone posted a video of Zhu Yuan being bullied by Ning Chu and her group to their social media feed; the video was shared several times, and when it reached him, he only then knew what had happened.

Closing his eyes all night, he saw the image of Zhu Yuan kneeling in the rain picking up beads; as soon as he got up in the morning, he ordered people to go and capture Ning Chu.

The purpose of wanting to lure Zhu Yuan over was to spite Sheng Yu, to let Sheng Yu see clearly that his woman sending him things was, to him, as satisfying as cuckolding Sheng Yu.

But now that the goal was achieved, Sheng Yu's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he should have been happy.

But the moment he thought of that sentence Zhu Yuan said before leaving, he couldn't stop the irritability in his heart.

What did she mean by "dressed very well, not allowed to wear it next time"?

Did she think he didn't look handsome in a shirt and suit?

Although he wasn't a narcissistic person, he wasn't dissatisfied with his looks and physique, otherwise, so many people who didn't fear death wouldn't like him.

Zhu Yuan actually dared to say he didn't look handsome in a suit?

Pei Ling rose from the chair in anger, strode out of the factory, and got into the car.

"Second Master, are we going back the same way?" Pei Li asked.

Pei Ling irritably took off his suit jacket, his hand touched the cufflinks wanting to pull them off, but his hand paused, and he pulled it back, ultimately not pulling off the cufflinks.

"Take the other road."

Don't run into Zhu Yuan again, seeing her is annoying!

Outside, the drizzle was continuous; Sheng Yu stood by the car door and lit a cigarette, his whole person exuding a cold, murderous aura; he didn't look back as he closed the door with his backhand, signaling Situ to drive.

Situ frowned, also worried in his heart that if this continued, Young Master Yu would not be able to control himself and do something to hurt Miss Zhu.

At that time, the two would be at an even greater impasse.

He did not hesitate and prepared to start the car.

"Enzo, get down." The man exhaled a puff of smoke.

Situ's gaze paused; Enzo got out of the car without changing his expression and closed the door.

After the car drove away, Enzo stood behind Sheng Yu, lowered his head, and said, "Young Master Yu, it was I who accompanied Miss Zhu here; please punish me."

Sheng Yu took a fierce drag of his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground, and crushed it with his leather shoe, "She said to come and you followed? Who do you listen to?"

"My subordinate naturally takes orders from you." Enzo didn't dare to have the slightest hesitation, but he explained further.

"You know Miss Zhu's temper; Ning Chu beat her friend like that, it's impossible for her to swallow that anger. She was in the heat of the moment, and if I had forcibly kept her there, given her personality, she definitely would have been stubborn."

Always "her temper," "her personality"!

Sheng Yu stepped on the cigarette butt, his eyes suddenly turning cold, "How do you know she was in the heat of the moment? Did she lose her temper at you?"

"No." Enzo answered, biting the bullet; Miss Zhu was at most cold-violent toward him, and that was because she was implicated by Young Master Yu, though he didn't dare to say that.

"Miss Zhu's original words at the time were, 'Go back and tell your Young Master Yu, I won't ask him to do anything difficult; his promising Ning Huaiqing is his business, I will go find Ning Chu myself to avenge Ji Xiang.' As soon as I heard that, I felt she was definitely angry."

Fine, dense rain threads slipped into his collar; the cold sensation made Sheng Yu's figure pause, and his gaze suddenly sharpened.

"You told her about Ning Huaiqing?"

Enzo shook his head, "How would I dare to speak nonsense, subordinate?"

After he finished speaking, he quietly stole a glance at Sheng Yu.

He saw the man take a lighter and a cigarette butt out of his pocket again.

The windproof lighter, however, took several clicks before the flame finally lit.

Sheng Yu flicked the flame out, biting down on the cigarette butt, as a look of uncertainty gradually appeared on his expressionless face—something Enzo had never seen on him before.

"Young Master Yu, today's matter is my fault; even if you beat me to death, I would have no complaints."

However, Sheng Yu was not listening to his words at all; he flicked the cigarette butt away again and turned around abruptly, "Drive!"