Chapter 119: Since You're With a Big Shot, Why Are You Still So Poor?

Ji Xiang was struck, and for the whole night she was dazed and confused, her mind in a mess, as if her memory had been fragmented.

It was only after daybreak that she gradually recovered, but she subconsciously dared not recall what happened last night.

It was not until Zhu Yuan took her phone that she remembered what had happened before she was struck.

She then recounted the incident of going to the dressing room last night to help Zhu Yuan get her clothes, only to run into someone prying open Zhu Yuan's locker and stealing her phone from inside.

Zhu Yuan froze.

Someone stole her phone?

"Did you see the other person's face?"

Ji Xiang shook her head, "That person was wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a mask; I couldn't even tell the length of their hair, but judging by their build, it should be a woman."

Zhu Yuan pondered.

A woman, stealing her phone.

She was just an ordinary person, and the most extraordinary thing about her was getting involved with Sheng Yu, but what could there be on her phone?

For the other party to go to such great lengths to steal it.

Ji Xiang tried hard to recall the details, hoping to help Zhu Yuan.

But the moment she wasn't paying attention, she thought of being hit by Ning Chu, the merciless slaps coming down overwhelmingly, and she almost thought she was going to die.

Seeing her eyes turn red, Zhu Yuan hurriedly held her hand and said, "Don't worry, Ji Xiang, there's nothing important on my phone, and there's only a little over a thousand yuan in my Alipay."

Who would have thought Ji Xiang's eyes would turn even redder, and she choked out, "You're already with a big shot, and you're still this poor?"

I can't tell, is the Sheng Family Crown Prince really that stingy?

Zhu Yuan was momentarily speechless, "I'm not being kept by him."

"Are you two dating, then?" Ji Xiang was even more horrified.

Zhu Yuan tapped her forehead, "Can you have a little less imagination?"

Ji Xiang grabbed her hand, "I'm still a child, what's wrong with having a little imagination?"

Eighteen years old, indeed still a child.

Zhu Yuan didn't hold it against her.

After Ji Xiang fell asleep, she went out to buy a new phone and replace her SIM card, then returned to the theater.

Upon entering the dressing room, she indeed saw signs of the locker door having been pried open again.

She turned on the phone, downloaded some commonly used apps, logged into her cloud storage, and opened the photo album.

Then she sat on a chair and scrolled through the screen.

After searching for a while, she indeed did not find that video.

She knew who had stolen the phone.

"Xiao Fengzheng."

Someone outside the dressing room called for her to go to rehearsal.

Zhu Yuan put away her phone and replied, "I'm coming right away."

The performance date for the new play was imminent.

Sheng Group, President Office.

On the computer screen was the surveillance footage from a dashcam.

Watching the vehicles surrounding them from all directions in the video, the man's dark eyes were filled with coldness.

Suddenly, amidst the noisy, overlapping engine sounds, a woman's calm and decisive voice emerged.

—Situ, you sit in the passenger seat, I'll drive!

—Move over!

Listening to that voice, Sheng Yu suddenly clenched his fists, as if that face appeared in his mind, along with the lingering fear of her whole body trembling when he held her.

The roar of engines kept getting closer, and more and more vehicles surrounded them.

—If we die, we die together! No one gets to have it easy! Damn it!

Situ stood to the side without changing his expression, though his brow twitched.

He hadn't felt it at the time, and had even had a sense of reckless drive to go all out, but listening to it now, it sounded a bit cringey.

Enzo rubbed his nose.

As expected of Miss Zhu.

This "damn it" was the same as the sound in the dashcam of the car that had fallen into the sea during the accident back then; it was a bit rough, but inexplicably fiery!

And behind the desk.

The man's brows furrowed even deeper, and his tight lip line slowly curved into a small, yet helpless smile.

The video was turned off.

Sheng Yu lit a cigarette, his fingertips seemingly still lingering with the woman's hair scent.

The process of lighting the cigarette took longer than usual.

Situ said from the side, "Those people have been interrogated; they are a group of mercenaries. They received a sum of money and said they were only responsible for taking Miss Zhu away; they don't know who gave the order."

"Don't know?" Sheng Yu flicked the ash.

"There were people among them who used to follow Chairman Sheng; could it really be him?" Enzo analyzed.

Situ shook his head, his expression serious, indicating he couldn't be sure either.

The two of them looked at the man behind the desk at the same time.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a fine rain fell continuously.

Sheng Yu narrowed his eyes and suddenly asked a question: "Has Hai Bin been caught?"

Situ was stunned.

This Hai Bin was once a Bodyguard for Lu Huaizhan, later worked at a 4S dealership, tampered with Sheng Yu's car, and after Miss Zhu drove into the sea, he fled abroad.

"Not yet. Hai Bin has strong counter-surveillance skills; he has escaped several times."

Situ suddenly realized something, "Does Sheng Yu mean that these two matters might be related?"

This Hai Bin has similarities to the person they caught today.

One of them once served as a Bodyguard for Lu Huaizhan, and the other served as a Bodyguard for Sheng Hongyao.

Yet now, one after another, they are making moves against Sheng Yu or those around him, with Sheng Yu as the target in both cases.

Sheng Yu said in a low voice, "Sheng Hongyao would not be that impatient."

It cannot be denied that the events of last night have already reached Sheng Hongyao's ears.

If something happened to Zhu Yuan, the first person he would think of is Sheng Hongyao; however, Sheng Hongyao also understands him well and would not rashly move against the people around him while the current surface-level balance remains.

"Continue the investigation." Sheng Yu stubbed out his cigarette, "And Dong Shu as well."

Situ and Enzo both looked stern.

Sheng Yu leaned back against the chair, and the atmosphere in the office changed quietly.

He raised his eyes to look at Enzo, but his words were directed at someone else: "Situ, if someone develops ulterior motives, they cannot be kept by one's side."

Hearing this, Enzo was stunned: "Sheng Yu, I didn't!"

But after saying that, he felt he had identified himself, so he pointed at himself: "Are you talking about me?"

Situ glanced at him silently.

Cold sweat broke out on Enzo, "Sheng Yu, I..."

"I understand, Sheng Yu, I will arrange for him to protect Miss Zhu," Situ replied.

Enzo's vision went dark and then brightened, but he dared not show it too obviously, so he replied with high emotional intelligence: "Anyway, it's all about risking life and limb for you, Sheng Yu; being with you or with Miss Zhu is the same."

In the blink of an eye, tomorrow is the first day of Zhu Yuan's new play's public performance.

These days, Zhu Yuan has been in rehearsals, and at her most exhausted, she was prepared to sleep at the theater, but Enzo begged her to go home and rest.

Once, she fell asleep at the theater and was picked up while dazed.

She stiffened at first and reached back to touch the Electric Baton by her side, but just as she pushed the switch, her wrist was gripped by a warm hand.

Amidst the buzzing sound of electricity, the man said in a low voice, "You didn't take this out when others approached you; are you still going to say it wasn't specifically for shocking me?"

Zhu Yuan was still shaken and made a few excuses, yawning from exhaustion, before finally being taken home by Sheng Yu to rest.

At noon on the day of the performance, Zhu Yuan was resting backstage, preparing for the afternoon show.

Suddenly, she received a phone call.

"Miss Zhu, come to the hospital immediately; Zhu Lao Xiansheng has suddenly vomited blood!"