Chapter 135: Is It Really Necessary to Draw a Line with Me?

Walking out of Sheng Tang, Sheng Yu pulled a cigarette case and lighter from his pocket, his gaze lingering on the lighter for a moment.

The lighter had been touched by Dong Shu.

Situ was following behind him and saw him suddenly stop, then put the cigarette case and lighter back into his pocket.

Immediately after, he took off his overcoat and threw it over.

"Throw it all away."

Situ did not ask for the reason; he took the overcoat, walked to the trash can, and threw it in.

After getting into the car, Situ received a call from Enzo.

If Enzo was calling him, it must be about Miss Zhu.

So, Situ turned on the speakerphone.

But he suddenly remembered that Enzo's thinking was erratic and he often said shocking things, yet by the time he thought of this, it was already too late.

Enzo's loud voice came through: "Tu Ge, it's over! Wasn't Miss Zhu just arguing with Young Master Sheng? Arguing is one thing, but how is this a breakup now!"

Situ moved his thumb toward the speakerphone button, wanting to turn it off.

"What did she say?"

A man's gloomy voice came from the back seat of the car.

Even though the voice wasn't loud, Enzo heard it through the phone.

His hair stood on end and he felt like dying; he swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Miss Zhu said I don't need to go pick her up anymore in the future; she said, said she has nothing to do with you anymore."

As the words fell, Enzo could feel a powerful, freezing pressure even through the phone.

Bearing the pressure, he added: "But just now, after my persistent pestering, she still agreed to let me take her to the hospital. She has now been safely sent back."

The car cabin went abruptly quiet.

With a *click* of the lighter igniting, Sheng Yu bit the cigarette filter and suddenly laughed.

He gripped the burning cigarette and pinched out the spark.

With her stubborn temper, she wouldn't cook noodles for him in the middle of the night.

So that was it—she wanted to draw a line.

Hah.

A bowl of noodles and she wanted to dismiss him!

After washing up, Zhu Yuan came out of the bathroom; her grandfather was already asleep.

Listening to the faint snoring, the uncomfortable mood Zhu Yuan had felt all day felt much more settled now.

Grandfather was right.

One doesn't need to pursue too much in this life; the most important thing is to live a steady life.

She didn't want to get involved in the grievances of a wealthy family.

The phone on the nightstand suddenly lit up and vibrated incessantly.

She looked at the phone number with no name saved, her heart sinking; the sense of stability she had finally felt vanished into thin air.

Her heart began to tighten uncontrollably again.

She took a deep breath, grabbed her phone, and walked out of the ward, only answering once she reached the stairwell.

"Come downstairs." The man's irrefutable voice came through.

Zhu Yuan calmly refused, "If you have anything to say, say it over the phone."

"Don't want to see me?"

"There's no need anymore."

She heard the man's cold sneer enter her ears, like an electric current piercing straight through her heart.

Because this sound didn't just come from the phone.

Footsteps came from the stairs.

Zhu Yuan's scalp tightened; with her mind blank, she subconsciously pushed back against the stairwell door, but she gripped the handle and couldn't open it.

The door had been locked by someone.

She turned her head, and the man's tall, upright figure appeared before her eyes.

Sheng Yu, with his cold and stern features, walked up the stairs.

With every step he took, Zhu Yuan's heart sank.

He had predicted that she definitely wouldn't come downstairs, and he also understood her habit of answering the phone—worrying about disturbing her grandfather, she would hide in the stairwell.

Like catching a turtle in a jar, she couldn't escape.

A good scheme.

As Sheng Yu drew near, she saw a bruise on the corner of his mouth, and she frowned involuntarily.

Because Enzo had forcibly told her that Sheng Yu had trashed a boxing gym today, acting like he didn't care about his life.

She looked away as the man's tall figure loomed over her.

"Want to draw a line with me?"

Zhu Yuan pursed her lips.

"Acting so decisive and clean, getting out of a taxi in the middle of the night—what tears were you wiping?"

Zhu Yuan was startled.

Was he following her?

She gripped her fingers tightly, "I was kept hanging by your lies; can't I feel aggrieved?"

Sheng Yu suppressed his anger, "Because I didn't help Zhu Jingyao, you feel aggrieved and want to draw a line with me? I called you an ungrateful wretch—was I wrong about you!"

Zhu Yuan's delicate little face lacked any color.

For two people with inconsistent values, communication is truly very difficult.

The stairwell fell silent.

Neither of the two spoke.

Their ragged breathing became intertwined.

The voice-activated light suddenly went out.

The surroundings were suddenly plunged into darkness, and Zhu Yuan's heart tightened, yet before panic could swallow her, a warm hand pressed against the back of her head, pulling her toward a warm chest.

The scent of alcohol, the smell of tobacco, and a trace of perfume.

She instinctively struggled to pull away, her foot kicking against the door.

With a thud, the light turned back on.

Sheng Yu looked at her startled little face, gritted his molars, and took the opportunity to lift her chin, "When did you find out Dong Shu likes me?"

"She really did go to find you." Zhu Yuan was not surprised at all.

The scent of perfume on Sheng Yu was Dong Shu's.

Human nature cannot withstand testing, but she could not gamble with her own safety and the safety of her family, so she had no choice but to let Dong Shu be eliminated first.

She said, "The day after your birthday. She hid it very well; I deduced it."

Seeing that there was not the slightest bit of concern in her eyes, the hand Sheng Yu used to pinch her chin suddenly increased in force, "Do you want me to praise your deductive abilities?"

Zhu Yuan frowned in pain from being pinched.

Sheng Yu's hand stiffened slightly, "You said you never liked me; was that intentional, or were you taking this opportunity to reveal your true feelings?"

Zhu Yuan's gaze trembled, and she bit her lower lip.

The man's words pressed in step by step, "Like Lu Huaizhan? Which part is true and which part is false?"

She was forced to tilt her head back to look at him, saying in a low voice, "One part is true, and one part is false."

If liking Lu Huaizhan is true, then never having liked him is false.

If liking Lu Huaizhan is false, then never having liked him is true.

Sheng Yu scoffed coldly, staring at her face, enunciating every word, "Zhu Yuan, you're doing great."

He suddenly released his restraint on Zhu Yuan and reached for his pocket, only then remembering that he had thrown away his cigarette case and lighter, and that the ones in the car belonged to Situ.

Sheng Yu tugged at his collar.

"I'll ask you one last time, do you really want to draw a line between us?"

Zhu Yuan gripped her fingers tightly, "If I say yes, can you let my family go?"

Sheng Yu suddenly gritted his molars.

He stared at Zhu Yuan, "You think I would use them to threaten you?"

"When have you not?" Zhu Yuan's eyes turned red.