Chapter 125: Even Though He Had So Many Opportunities to Say It

After the performance ended in the evening, Zhu Yuan removed her makeup and went to the dressing room to change her clothes.

The person who had been changing clothes before her greeted her as they passed each other and went out.

Zhu Yuan reached behind her to close the door, preparing to lock it.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside.

She subconsciously assumed it was one of the sisters from the troupe, so she didn't think much of it.

But a tall figure loomed over her, carrying an intense sense of oppression, accompanied by the sound of the lock clicking shut.

Zhu Yuan's heart jumped into her throat.

She reached behind her to grab the broom from behind the door to attack the other person, while opening her mouth to scream.

However, the next second, a large, ice-cold hand covered her mouth and simultaneously neutralized the strength in her right hand, causing the broom to drop to the floor.

With her waist controlled by an icy hand, Zhu Yuan's body went completely rigid.

"You've got some nerve, daring to hit me with a broom?" A voice colder than the temperature of his touch.

Zhu Yuan was stunned.

The tall man blocked the light from the ceiling; with his back to the light, his features were deep and shadowed. Only now did she clearly see the man's face.

Pei Ling!

Zhu Yuan struggled violently, "Let me go!"

Pei Ling pressed her against the cabinet door, looking down at her makeup-free face; it looked much more pleasing to the eye than it did on stage.

"Promise me you'll change your look tomorrow, and I'll let you go."

Zhu Yuan hadn't expected that he had come to find her just for this.

Still shaken, she explained, "The look was decided long ago. The stylist and the costume teacher spent so much time coordinating it before finalizing it; it can't be changed just like that."

"You've said so much, which just means you don't want to agree." Pei Ling gave a cold laugh and nodded, "Fine, if you don't change it, I'll tear the cheongsam off your body so you can never wear it again."

As he spoke, the hand he had controlling Zhu Yuan's waist began to grope her waist ruthlessly.

The force of his palm pulling at her was enough to nearly snap Zhu Yuan's waist.

Suddenly, his hand paused, about to reach for her neckline.

He lifted his gaze, and only then did Zhu Yuan notice his eyes were red, as if he had been provoked by something.

"Second Master Pei!" Zhu Yuan shouted, "Fine, I'll change it. I'll change it tomorrow, I'll change the hairstyle and the clothes, okay?"

Pei Ling's hand paused, watching her endure her emotions, pretending to be calm, yet her eyes were moist, as if she were about to cry the next second.

"You'd better keep your word."

Pei Ling pulled the door open and walked out.

Not far away, Troupe Leader Hao saw him come out and hurried over, "Second Master, this look was finalized by the people on President Pei's side; we don't dare to change it without authorization. Xiao Fengzheng is of low status and little influence, and her career has only just begun; what choice could she possibly have? Please don't be angry with her."

The President Pei mentioned by Troupe Leader Hao was Pei Ling's half-brother, Pei Shaoshen.

Pei Ling strode away with his long legs, his face filled with heavy hostility.

In the dressing room, Zhu Yuan locked the door again after Pei Ling left.

She looked at the cheongsam she had changed out of, never expecting that her makeup and styling would annoy Pei Ling.

These looks were all finalized by the people under Pei Ling's brother; they should have known Pei Ling's taboos.

How could they have made such a mistake? The only explanation was that it was intentional.

Zhu Yuan didn't dare to analyze it any further.

The Pei Family started out in illicit trades; they were all people who licked blood off the edge of a blade, cold-blooded and ruthless.

Pei Ling's hobby was even raising wolves.

Not to mention that the two Pei brothers were half-brothers; it was highly likely they would fight to the death over the family fortune in the future.

After calming down, Zhu Yuan changed her clothes and left the theater.

When she reached the back door, Enzo was already standing by the car door waiting for her.

"Miss Zhu, Young Master Sheng is working overtime tonight." Enzo explained. Zhu Yuan had had enough time to calm down, and he didn't notice anything amiss.

Zhu Yuan withdrew her gaze from the empty car interior and said, "Oh," adding, "I wasn't looking for him."

After getting into the car, Enzo fastened his seatbelt, "You worked hard on your performance today. Should we wait a few more days to deal with Zhu An'an?"

"No, I can't wait that long. The pressure of the public performance is high; I'll use her to relieve some stress."

She wished she could fly over there right now and finish off Zhu An'an.

Enzo rubbed the tip of his nose, "Miss Zhu, there is something I must confess to you."

Zhu Yuan glanced at him through the rearview mirror and frowned.

He continued, "Actually, I had already captured Zhu An'an; it was Young Master Sheng's order. She still has a breath left in her, and Young Master Sheng told me to keep her alive, waiting for your disposal. Also, he guessed that the Zhu Family couple would beg you, so he arranged for people to prevent them from getting near you."

An indescribable emotion swirled around her heart, and Zhu Yuan bit her lower lip unconsciously.

Sheng Yu hadn't mentioned a single word of this to her.

Even though he had had so many opportunities to say it.

The car drove away from the theater, and Zhu Yuan let out a breath, saying calmly, "Then take me to see Zhu An'an."

Zhu An'an was being held by Enzo's men in a basement.

Even if the screams were loud here, no one outside could hear them.

Zhu Yuan followed Enzo inside; the basement was brightly lit.

Zhu An'an was sprawled on the ground like a pile of mud, in an even more miserable state than when she had been caught by Pei Ling before.

But if the caregiver hadn't rushed back in time today, how many more things would Zhu An'an have said to provoke Grandfather?

Grandfather only survived because he was lucky; otherwise, the consequences would have been unbearable for her.

Zhu An'an merely suffering these physical torments was letting her off too easily.

Hearing the Bodyguard respectfully call out "Miss Zhu," the person on the ground began to tremble violently.

Zhu Yuan kicked Zhu An'an in the head, which could only be described as having been slammed in a door.

"Zhu Yuan..." Zhu An'an's throat, unable to pull itself together, could only emit a blurred, indistinct scream.

"Do you want to go back to the Zhu Family?" Zhu Yuan asked her in a low voice.

Zhu An'an bit down hard on her lower lip, tears falling in a rush.

She wanted to go back so badly!

Zhu Yuan smiled gently, "Then I will send you back."

But this smile, falling into Zhu An'an's eyes, made her hair stand on end.

"I don't want to... I don't want to go back! I don't want to go back!"

Zhu An'an struggled with all her might, but she was no match for the brawny Bodyguard.

Just as they were preparing to stuff Zhu An'an into the back seat of the car, Zhu Yuan spoke leisurely: "The trunk is more suitable for her."

Zhu An'an's whole body stiffened.

She only felt her nose and mouth being covered, a towel forcibly stuffed into her open mouth, and then she was tossed into the trunk by the Bodyguard.

The car stopped outside the Zhu Family Villa.

The living room on the first floor of the villa was brightly lit.

Feng Mingyue's old ailment of a headache from crying had flared up, and she lay against the sofa, washing her face with tears.

Zhu Chaoqin could not eat a single thing, consumed by fear and anxiety.

Suddenly, the nanny rushed in: "Sir, Madam! Miss is back, both of them are back!"

"Both?" Feng Mingyue sat up, the towel on her forehead sliding off.

Just as her voice fell, a loud bang was heard.

A shadow was stretched long by the outside lights, cast upon the ground.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, Zhu Chaoqin and Feng Mingyue watched in terror as Zhu Yuan walked in from the doorway, step by step.

And in her other hand, she was dragging Zhu An'an along the ground; with every step she took, Zhu An'an was dragged along one step.

The scene was eerie; Zhu An'an looked as if she were dead.