Chapter 122: Is He Really This Pure-Hearted?

Zhu Qi vomited blood and was very weak; after repeatedly telling Zhu Yuan to stay away from Sheng Yu, he drifted into a daze and fell asleep.

Her grandfather was worried about her getting involved in the turmoil of a wealthy family.

It was no secret that Sheng Yu was at odds with his father, even to the point of being implicated in a death.

Once involved, there would be endless trouble.

Zhu Yuan sat blankly by the hospital bed for a while before getting up to leave.

Just as she pulled the door open, she saw several people who looked like doctors standing at the entrance of the ward.

When she saw the middle-aged man in the white coat standing in the middle, Zhu Yuan was stunned for a moment.

"Dr. Qiao?"

The man pulled down his mask and smiled at her, "Miss Zhu."

It really was Qiao Mai.

Zhu Yuan felt surprised and walked toward him, "Why are you here?"

Dr. Qiao Mai gave her a cryptic look, then introduced the people beside him, "These are experts from our hospital. Miss Zhu has an important performance this afternoon; you can rest assured leaving Zhu Lao Xiansheng to us."

He did not explain too much, but how could Zhu Yuan not see it?

These people were arranged by Sheng Yu, specifically transferred from his family's hospital to guard her grandfather here.

There were less than two hours until the performance, and she hadn't even done her makeup and hair yet.

Looking at the doctors before her, each of whom enjoyed a high reputation in the medical circle, Zhu Yuan felt incomparably at ease.

"Then I will have to trouble Dr. Qiao and everyone else."

"I wouldn't dare." How could Qiao Mai accept such a thing? He hurriedly said, "I wish you a complete success in this afternoon's performance."

"Thank you."

Leaving the inpatient department, Zhu Yuan went downstairs.

Enzo quietly rolled up his blood-stained sleeve; it had splattered when his men were dealing with Zhu An'an.

He opened the car door and comforted her, "Miss Zhu, please don't worry too much."

"Thank you, Enzo." Zhu Yuan glanced inside; the car cabin was empty, with no one else there.

She suppressed the strangeness in her eyes and sat inside.

The car drove toward the Theater.

The performance this afternoon had started its promotion more than a month ago.

The theater had invited municipal officials, business magnates, and prominent figures in the entertainment industry; the whole street was livelier than usual, with luxury cars flowing like a stream.

Zhu Yuan glanced outside; traffic police and bodyguards from various major families were dispatched to maintain order at the scene.

Just as she was about to retract her gaze, those cars suddenly and consciously moved to both sides, clearing a path.

The only family Zhu Yuan could think of that could make these celebrities consciously move aside was one.

A black Bentley drove up from behind, unimpeded.

The car soon stopped at the parking lot in front of the theater.

A Bodyguard stepped forward to open the door.

Sheng Hongyao, dressed in a long black overcoat, stepped out of the car; his expression was cold and stern, and although he was over fifty, he was well-maintained, with only his temples slightly gray, while the fine lines at the corners of his eyes only added to his mature charm.

When he turned and reached out his hand into the car, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

Shen Yijing was led out of the car by him.

The two looked at each other and smiled, walking up the theater steps like a loving couple amidst the numerous media.

Zhu Yuan retracted her gaze, only hearing Enzo let out a cold snort.

Before getting out of the car, Zhu Yuan said to Enzo, "I have a favor I want you to do for me."

Enzo immediately replied, "What is it? Please tell me."

A coldness spread in the depths of Zhu Yuan's eyes, "Help me catch Zhu An'an; after my performance ends, I will deal with her myself."

Enzo remained expressionless, "Alright."

Never mind catching Zhu An'an; by now, Zhu An'an was probably only hanging on by a single breath.

After getting out of the car and walking to the back door, Zhu Yuan saw a whole wall of flowers extending from both sides of the back door.

Pink, blue, pale yellow, purple, and champagne-colored fresh flowers covered the wall.

All kinds of flower baskets extended from the back door all the way into the building.

The entire backstage of the theater was like a sea of flowers.

On the green ribbons, there was only one character—Sheng.

If Ji Xiang were here, she would definitely be so excited that she would grab her arm and jump up and down.

Enzo, sitting in the car, raised an eyebrow.

As expected of his Young Master Yu; this display completely crushed the scene when Second Master Pei sent flower baskets back then.

In the VIP box.

"Yu Ge, look at this rendering; you can absolutely trust me to handle things." Yuan Fengye sat beside Sheng Yu, opened his phone album, and showed Sheng Yu the photo he had just taken from the back door.

Sheng Yu was drinking tea; he glanced at it and hummed, "Not bad."

Yuan Fengye understood him too well; this meant he was very satisfied.

He chuckled, "If Sister-in-law sees this, she'll surely be so moved that she'll throw herself into your arms."

Sheng Yu pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

Although he understood that Zhu Yuan was not the kind of woman easily moved by such a small matter, the "Sister-in-law" from Yuan Fengye sounded good.

Even this person looked much more pleasing to the eye.

Situ walked up and whispered beside Sheng Yu, "Chairman Sheng has also arrived."

Sheng Yu lifted his eyes coldly, looking toward the VIP box opposite; through the railing, he saw Shen Yijing peel a grape and bring it to Sheng Hongyao's lips.

Sheng Hongyao ate it in one bite and smiled gently at her.

The man sneered, "At his age, he isn't even ashamed of being disgusting."

He immediately instructed Situ, "Send word down to ensure the performance proceeds smoothly, and don't let Sheng Hongyao's people get near her."

Yuan Fengye was drinking tea and nearly choked when he heard this.

An expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

So this is what it looks like when Yu Ge falls for someone.

Silently guarding her—is he really this pure-hearted?

Who knew Situ would say, "The Pei Family has also sent many people to protect her in secret."

The Theater was, after all, a property of the Pei Family, so arranging more security for today's public performance was perfectly reasonable, but the way Situ said it made it clear that this protection was aimed at Zhu Yuan.

Sheng Yu's expression turned gloomy.

In the VIP box diagonally opposite, Pei Ling was wearing a black suit, legs crossed, his gaze cold as he locked eyes with him.

Sheng Yu's gaze dropped, landing on the hand he had resting on the armrest.

With just one look, he withdrew his gaze, his eyes filled with gloom.

Sooner or later, he would destroy that pair of cufflinks.

Someone surnamed Pei didn't deserve them!

The stage lights shifted; the performance was about to begin.

Thunderous applause erupted from beneath the stage.

As the lights dimmed and the music began to play, smoke fell like raindrops, and a graceful figure slowly walked out from the darkness.

Zhu Yuan held an oil-paper umbrella and wore a vintage cheongsam, her hair styled in the finger waves popular during the Republic of China era, perfectly showcasing the alluring and charming aura she possessed.

Sheng Yu bit down on his cigarette butt, the ash shaking off, as a black tide surged in the depths of his eyes.

Very good.

In the box diagonally opposite, Pei Ling's eyes paused suddenly after seeing Zhu Yuan appear on stage, his fingers gripping the armrest tightly.

Images from his childhood flashed through his mind.

But quickly, he composed his unusual expression.

The stage lights dimmed once more, and the scene changed.

In another box.

Shen Yijing praised, "I like this Zhu Yuan so much; she is truly too beautiful. It's as if she were born for this role. I've heard about it recently too; I didn't expect her to have that kind of relationship with A Yu."

Sheng Hongyao narrowed his eyes, his gaze landing on the woman on stage, his look meaningful.