Chapter 148: One Man, One Dog

Sheng Yu's expression was gloomy; he shook off the hand of the Old Madam Sheng and aimed his gun at Sheng Hongyao, "Scheming against me?"

But the Bodyguard beside Sheng Hongyao was nowhere near as fast as Sheng Yu; Shen Yijing screamed in panic and threw herself into Sheng Hongyao's arms. Sheng Hongyao's expression changed abruptly, and he shielded her with both hands, but it was already too late.

At the critical moment, Sheng Yu heard a thud behind him as someone knelt on the ground.

"A Yu, Grandma begs you!"

An aged voice pleaded.

The hand the man used to hold the pistol trembled violently. A bullet flew out of the barrel, and with a bang, it struck the floor-to-ceiling window. The glass shattered at the sound, and the cold wind poured into the living room, the wind and snow instantly covering the smoke of gunpowder.

He turned his head slowly, looking at the Old Madam Sheng who was kneeling on the ground and being helped up by the butler. In an instant, the stubborn face of Zhu Yuan flashed through his mind—she had cast aside her dignity just to kneel before him, begging only for his mercy.

Sheng Yu lowered the hand holding the gun, his eyes growing increasingly bloodshot.

Hah.

"Mother!" After Sheng Hongyao set Shen Yijing down, he hurried toward them and supported the Old Madam, his tone sharp and stern, "A man so unfilial and disloyal like him..."

With a "slap," the Old Madam Sheng raised her hand and struck Sheng Hongyao across the face!

Her eyes were red with rage, and her trembling finger pointed at him, "This slap is for Yu Lan! Why did you force him! For so many years, you have failed Yu Lan and failed A Yu for the sake of that woman!"

Sheng Hongyao's right wrist was still bleeding; just now, Sheng Yu had knocked his gun away, and the bullet had grazed his flesh, tearing open a gash.

He looked at the Old Madam Sheng in disbelief, his expression gradually darkening, "Mother, as the Head of the Pei Family and his father, I have the right to discipline him!"

"Do you mean that I am old and have no right to discipline you, is that it!"

The Old Madam Sheng slammed her cane down heavily and swept an angry gaze over the disheveled Shen Yijing, who was kneeling on the floor, "It is all because of this woman that our household is in turmoil. Send her away!"

"Yijing is my lover; I will not send her away," Sheng Hongyao insisted.

The Old Madam Sheng stood beside Sheng Yu, "Since you will not send her away, then I will leave. From this day forward, in Kyoto City, it is either me or her!"

Sheng Hongyao's eyes were filled with suppressed fury, a flash of hesitation crossing his face, "Mother, do not make things difficult for me."

Suddenly, a soft laugh broke out. Sheng Yu looked at the mother and son confronting each other, a trace of cold mockery flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Sheng Hongyao was burned with rage by that look. Before he could erupt, the Old Madam Sheng grabbed his sleeve tightly and said to Sheng Yu, "A Yu, for Grandma's sake, let today's matter end here. Shen Yijing, I will definitely have her sent away."

Sheng Yu glanced at the vermilion Hair Tie on his right wrist and, without saying a word, left with his men.

The crowd of Bodyguards in the living room retreated, leaving only Sheng Hongyao's people.

The sound of the car engine faded away. The Old Madam Sheng seemed to lose all her strength, pressing her hands tightly against her cane; her body swayed, and she nearly fell.

"Mother!" Sheng Hongyao hurried over to support her.

"Old Madam!" Shen Yijing crawled up from the floor, looking on with concern.

The Old Madam Sheng caught her breath, and upon seeing Shen Yijing before her, she raised her hand without a word and slapped her! "You have no place to speak here!"

"Yijing!" Sheng Hongyao held Shen Yijing's face in his hands with heartache, then turned back and said in a deep voice, "Mother!"

The Old Madam Sheng sat on the sofa, catching her breath, "I have made myself clear just now: this woman must be sent away!"

Shen Yijing looked at Sheng Hongyao for help, shaking her head silently; she did not want to leave him.

Sheng Hongyao shielded her behind him, "Yijing has done nothing wrong."

"Her very existence is a mistake!" the Old Madam Sheng said coldly, "If I hadn't shifted the topic to her just now, did you think A Yu would have let it go? You didn't see his state just now; he really would have killed you!"

"Of course, I didn't do it entirely to save you; I did it for the Sheng Family! If he had truly committed patricide today, the Sheng Family would be finished!"

"Since the words have been spoken, you must send her away. Once his anger has subsided after some time, you can secretly bring her back."

The cold wind poured in through the shattered floor-to-ceiling window in gusts, and Sheng Hongyao gradually calmed down.

After Shen Yijing fell asleep, Sheng Hongyao stood before the glass door of the balcony smoking. Secretary Jiang stood behind him to the side, "Chairman Sheng, I have already arranged a place for the Madam."

Those around Sheng Hongyao privately referred to Shen Yijing as the Madam.

Sheng Hongyao flicked the ash from his cigarette and glanced at his bandaged wrist, a cold, sharp glint flashing in his eyes, "I must make Sheng Yu step down from the position of President. Without power, he will be nothing!"

His son?

Hah.

He was nothing more than a tool to make Yu Lan devoted to him and to ensure the Yu Family would fully support his rise to power!

Why hadn't that fire burned him to death along with it!

After that night, Sheng Hongyao focused all his fire on Sheng Yu, and he even completely cast the person named Zhu Yuan to the back of his mind.

The Dong Family moved their entire household overnight and went abroad.

From then on, there was no more Dong Family in Kyoto City.

A sudden change occurred in one of the Five Great Families of Kyoto City, and rumors spread throughout the upper circles.

As the end of the year approached, the Sheng Group was extremely busy from top to bottom.

Sheng Yu worked overtime for three consecutive nights; ever since that day, he had never been to the Hot Spring Villa again.

This day, Situ received a call that Feiyuan was sick, so Sheng Yu had someone bring Feiyuan out of the Hot Spring Villa and went to the pet hospital in person.

Seeing Feiyuan drooping its head listlessly, Sheng Yu's face darkened; he picked it up and cradled it in his palm.

Whether it was because it was sick or because it hadn't seen Sheng Yu for many days, Feiyuan was exceptionally clingy toward him.

Even when the nurse wanted to take it for an examination, it clung to Sheng Yu's overcoat and wouldn't let go.

The whimpering of the puppy attracted the attention of many people.

Those who didn't know better would have thought someone was bullying a puppy.

Sheng Yu glanced at Feiyuan, whose puppy paws were clutching him tightly in his arms. As he raised his hand, Feiyuan opened its pair of dark, round eyes and looked at him pitifully.

It was as if it were worried about being abandoned by him.

Sheng Yu's hand paused, and in the end, his palm only gently patted its head twice, and he gave a light scoff.

"If only she were half as clingy as you."

The doctor nearby didn't hear clearly and thought Sheng Yu had some instructions, "I'm sorry, President Sheng, I didn't hear what you said."

Sheng Yu's expression was cold, "I said, hurry up and examine this ungrateful wretch."

The doctor was stunned for a moment; this puppy was quite well-behaved, so how could it be an ungrateful wretch?

After the doctor finished examining Feiyuan, it turned out it had only caught a slight cold, and there were no major issues.

Situ went to get the Medicine, and Sheng Yu took Feiyuan into the car.

Sitting inside the car, perhaps due to Sheng Yu's company, Feiyuan gradually regained its energy.

It climbed up from Sheng Yu's lap, rubbed its round head against the back of his hand, and suddenly caught sight of a vermilion Hair Tie on his wrist, raising a paw to scratch at it.

Suddenly, it was grabbed by the scruff of its neck by Sheng Yu and tossed to the side, "If you ruin it, can you afford to pay for it!"