Chapter 131: Afraid I'll Go Hungry?

Zhu Yuan didn't have much of a reaction, just said "Oh."

Enzo looked into the rearview mirror with a bit of anxiety; this Miss Zhu was usually such a sharp person, so why couldn't she understand his hints today?

Was his reminder too subtle?

No, he had to say it again.

"Miss Zhu, what I mean is, Yu..."

"I know he's working overtime." Zhu Yuan tightened her fingers, but so what? Was she supposed to go visit the Sheng Group to check on him?

Since things had reached this point and she still showed no intention of doing anything, Enzo had to say tactfully: "Young Master Yu doesn't seem to have had dinner yet. He's just like that; once he starts working, he often forgets to take care of himself."

Zhu Yuan subconsciously checked the time; it was ten-thirty at night.

Was Sheng Yu's stomach made of iron, and did he not get hungry?

She wasn't heartless, nor was she the ungrateful wretch Sheng Yu called her; she knew Sheng Yu was good to her, and she was someone who knew how to repay kindness.

But visiting the Sheng Group to check on him was not something she should do.

Yet, after Enzo started the car, her mouth moved faster than her brain: "I don't know what he likes to eat."

Enzo's mouth was even faster: "Shengshi Restaurant has Young Master Yu's menu. Are you planning to go to the company to find Young Master Yu? I'll call the restaurant right now and have them prepare the food."

Before he even finished speaking, he pulled out his phone; Zhu Yuan saw with sharp eyes that after he unlocked the screen, he tapped the dial button directly, as if he had been prepared in advance, just waiting for her to speak.

"Enzo, wait..."

The call connected, and Enzo didn't have time to pay her any mind; he spoke a few words to the restaurant manager on his own and then hung up.

Only then did he look into the rearview mirror: "Miss Zhu, what were you going to say?"

Zhu Yuan held her forehead and sighed: "I wanted to say that by the time the restaurant prepares the food, Sheng Yu should be done with his overtime."

"That won't happen. Young Master Yu is a workaholic; as long as he's working overtime, he won't finish before twelve."

On the way to the Sheng Group, they passed by Shengshi Restaurant; Enzo parked the car, and the hotel manager personally brought out an exquisite food box and respectfully called out: "Brother Enzo, you've worked hard."

"It's nothing."

Zhu Yuan silently watched the serious side Enzo showed in front of the manager.

Enzo took the food box and placed it on the passenger seat, then tilted his chin: "Miss Zhu is here."

The manager's expression froze, and he hurriedly leaned over to look through the passenger window, seeing Zhu Yuan sitting in the back as expected.

He hurriedly tidied up his appearance: "Miss Zhu, I didn't know you were here just now, please don't take offense."

Zhu Yuan hadn't expected to be involved; feeling like someone forced onto a stage, she had to respond: "It's fine."

The night was deep, and the weather forecast said there would be rain and snow these next two days; the first snow of the year in Jingdu City had come too late, and it was almost the end of the year.

Enzo drove the car to the entrance porch of the Sheng Group lobby.

The security guard recognized his car and hurried over to open the door.

After Enzo got out, he walked to the back and pulled open the rear door.

The security guard was stunned for a moment, thinking only Enzo was inside, but he didn't expect that after the door opened, a woman would emerge—a woman as beautiful as a celebrity.

They worked at the Sheng Group and had seen all kinds of socialites and heiresses, yet they felt those women couldn't compare to the one before them.

"What are you staring at? Don't you want your eyes anymore?" Enzo carried the food box, his gaze sweeping toward them like a blade.

The security guards immediately lowered their heads.

Enzo stood to one side and made a gesture of invitation: "Miss Zhu."

Zhu Yuan looked at the brightly lit Sheng Group lobby; the last time she came here was when her grandfather had no money for medical expenses, and she intended to ask Sheng Yu for help, but he was away on a business trip.

That was a few months ago, yet she felt as if it were a lifetime ago.

Since she was already here, backing out wasn't an option.

Thinking this, Zhu Yuan followed Enzo into the express elevator.

The last time she came, she had been stopped in the lobby; this was Zhu Yuan's first time officially walking into the Sheng Group.

Sheng Yu's office was on the thirty-second floor; the elevator stopped.

Walking on the polished floor, Zhu Yuan saw the gold-stamped words 【President Office】 on a door not far away, and her heart couldn't help but race; even though she had seen him just last night, it felt like it made her very uncomfortable.

The female secretaries working in the secretary office were all stunned when they saw Zhu Yuan; how did someone get up here without them knowing?

They stood up one after another: "May I ask who you are?"

"Miss Zhu!" Situ, who was walking from the opposite side, was stunned when he saw Zhu Yuan, and then he saw Enzo behind her.

He frowned; was he pulling another stunt?

When the secretaries heard Situ call this woman "Miss Zhu," could she be the rumored woman of President Sheng?

Inside the office, Sheng Yu sat in a large executive chair, a pair of rimless blue-light-blocking glasses perched on his handsome nose.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, and lines of English appeared on the computer screen.

A knock on the door sounded.

He didn't even lift his head, saying coldly: "Come in."

This emotionless tone was very unfamiliar; Zhu Yuan gripped the doorknob for no reason, fearing that in the next second he would throw the materials in her face, call her an idiot, and tell her to go back and redo them!

Pushing the door open, what met her eyes was an incredibly spacious office with a minimalist and sharp style, simple black, white, and gray tones, just like the clothes Sheng Yu himself wore.

When she saw the man behind the desk with glasses on his nose, she tightened her grip on the food box handle, shifted her gaze, and let out a breath.

One second.

Ten seconds.

Half a minute.

The man still hadn't noticed her; Zhu Yuan cleared her throat: "Are you hungry?"

Sheng Yu's hand tapping the keyboard paused.

The moment he lifted his eyes, a blue light flashed across the anti-blue-light lenses, masking the sharp glint in his eyes; his hand resting on the keyboard slowly clenched, and he looked at her with a calm expression, his black eyes deep and dark.

"Why are you here?"

"Enzo said you didn't eat dinner, so he had the restaurant prepare some food."

Sheng Yu took off his glasses with one hand and leaned back against the chair, pulled out a cigarette and lit it, then bit the filter and tossed the lighter onto the table, his gaze fixed straight on her, "Come here."

Zhu Yuan carried the food container and walked toward the coffee table, "Eat first."

Sheng Yu stared at her face, "Afraid I'll go hungry?"

It wasn't that Zhu Yuan was afraid he would go hungry; his current gaze was as if he would eat people, only a fool would go over.

Who knew that Sheng Yu would tap his fingers on the desk twice and say in a low voice, "Bring it here."

He leaned against the back of the chair, smoking calmly and composedly; seeing that the cigarette was almost finished, he stubbed it out directly, and Zhu Yuan's scalp tightened, so she hurried over.

Just as she placed the food container on the table, the man grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.

He stared at her face, which had turned red from a sudden flash of shame and anger, "What dishes did you order?"

"Enzo ordered them, I don't know what you li..."

Sheng Yu laughed in annoyance, pinched her chin, and lifted her face, "You're quite honest, aren't you?"

Zhu Yuan's heart beat rapidly, and she struggled a little, but accidentally knocked over the documents on his desk.

She instinctively bent down to pick them up and saw half of a title exposed on one of the papers: 【XXX Patent】.

However, before she could see anything clearly, Sheng Yu pulled her back into his arms, sucked on her lips, and said hoarsely, "Don't worry about them."